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The screeching sound resonated in the entire house making Osamu jump from all the way to the garden and the kitchen knife slip from his loosened grip. After quickly making sure that it made no damage to his hand, he stomped to the bedroom and swung the door open.
"Shut yer trap 'Tsumu! Ya almost killed me with yer yelling! I don't want ya making that much noise in my own house unless ya're actually dying!"
Before he had even finished his sentence, his brother had already reached him and was now pushing his phone onto his face.
"'Samu!!! Look!! Look at this!!!!"
Osamu took a step back and, squinting at the brightness of the screen and finally saw the headline.
"Alumnus of the Itachiyama Institute and fourth-year Tokyo University student, Sakusa Kiyoomi joins the number of spikers for the Black Jackals in next season-"
Another yell stopped him mid-sentence.
"SO YA'RE SEEING THAT TOO?? IT'S NOT JUST ME??? I'M NOT DREAMING?!"
Annoyed, Osamu reached out and pinched his arm. Hard.
"Ouch! Whatcha doing that for!??"
"Three reasons. One, ya were insufferable. Like more than usual. Two, ya were literally asking for it wondering whether ya were dreaming or not. And three, payback."
"Still no way to treat yer elders!"
"My house, my rules."
"Oh, so that's why ya wanted me to come 'ere for the holidays instead of at home uh. Jerk."
"Anyway, don'tcha think that ya're over-reacting? Like, it's not 'cause you're going to be in the same team that he will magically fall for yer dumb face."
"'Course, he will! Have ya looked at me? Imma catch!"
"I'm so much better looking than ya, scrub. And have a more stable job."
Atsumu squinted.
"Ya're also taken!"
"I like to think that it adds to my charms."
Osamu gasped.
"What if Sakusa falls for me instead?"
Atsumu glared at him and he mercifully dropped the act.
"Anyway for him to fall for ya, it would take a fucking miracle. Ya're incapable of acting not like an asshole or a creep in front of the guy."
"I'mma absolutely capable of acting like a normal human being in front of him."
Osamu snorted.
"Define normal human being 'cause we gotta different definitions."
"But I do!"
"'Tsumu, the last time ya talked to him ya asked him whattcha favourite kind of underwear was."
"Well, I wanted to know what to buy and he didn't have to answer! Which he didn't by the way."
"'course he didn't! Ya two don't got that kind of relationship!"
"Not yet.."
Atsumu winked and this was Osamu's cue to finally leave.
"Whatever. Dontcha ever yell again, unless there is actual progress between ya and yer high school one-sided crush."
He started walking back to the kitchen as Atsumu, ignoring him once again, screamed at the top of his lungs.
"JUST YA WAIT 'SAMU! I'MMA MARRY THAT BOY AND YA'LL HAVE TO SUFFER MY YELLING AT EVERY STAGE OF THIS RELATIONSHIP!"
He sighed, and as he turned towards the table, ready to resume his recipe, a small smile adorned his face.