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the faint sound of crickets chirping is heard only briefly as there's a short moment of silence in the cool, midnight air. the infamous twins on either side of you on the creaky swings, you ponder, perhaps even brood, over a subject you'd all been stumped on for weeks now. no, months.
the miya twins could not, under any given circumstances, be your step siblings.
uh uh. no way. and why, you may ask?
well.
wait, actually,...
"wait, why can't we be family again?" you ask hesitantly, atsumu quickly looking over at you as osamu suddenly stops swinging. i mean, you wouldn't really mind being their stepsister now. it no longer was like it was before, where you were anxious around the two and felt like they didn't like you- they've proven countless times now that they're trustworthy, that you can feel safe and sound around the idiotic duo.
"because."
"but- because wha-"
"cus." osamu finishes. you purse your lips together, shoes kicking lightly at the mulch, eventually shrugging in defeat. after a while, the blond says, with a familiar smirk on his face after clearing his throat,
"hey, how 'bout we-"
ding. a notification. oh, was that from yours, or...?
"...that me?" atsumu says, hand slowly retreating to the pockets of his trousers.
"stupid ass. yer already reachin' for it." samu replies.
atsumu makes a small grunt of annoyance, but says nothing as he grabs his phone. it turns on, artificial light immediately glowing up his face; a stark contrast to the dark air around you, and you vaguely wondered if it would lure the night bugs over. you didn't wish to get bit any more than you already had, and there was at least five mosquito bites littered all over your legs. it itched horribly, but you resisted the urge to scratch.
"....suna." he drawls out somewhat unsurely. you perk up a bit with curiosity. you'd definitely heard of suna before- he was someone on one of the many groupchats you were in, but you never really talked with him enough to truly know him.
osamu looks past you and to his twin after you exchange a shrug with each other.
"what he say, tsumu?" he asks his brother.
atsumu suddenly looks pale, eyes going wide as he rises to his feet. you watch him intently, eyebrows knitted with confusion as he presses a button on his phone. one of his large hands holds the device while the other runs through the light locks of his hair; clearly stressed. you and the boy beside you rise to your feet.
"tsumu?" you and him say in sync. you lean forward, standing beside the male. you take a peek at his phone, witnessing a recording that consisted of an angry atsumu pinned to the vinyl floor, being punched by his even angrier, grey-haired brother. it looked to be in a gym, and there was even a few bystanders lined at the entrance, watching the brawl play out, yet doing absolutely nothing to stop it.
oh? however, unlike most school-fight videos, whoever the cameraman was was a very good one, as the camera didn't shake or wobble at all. not even once. whoa, you blink with sheer disbelief, for that was some serious skill, and you had to respect it.
the message attached to the video was a text that said nothing but:
"lol." tsumu reads, closing out the video. and then he reads it again, but this time, with an uneasy scoff as he turns off his phone, growing visibly irate.
"el," he says, "o-fuckin'-el! that piece'a shit suna! he said he'd get rid of that!"
osamu snickered to himself as you just stood there, gauging both of their reactions. atsumu was perhaps on the brink of becoming livid, but his brother could care less. if anything, he seemed glad.
"i beat yer ass there."
"oh, shut yer trap, samu. i was havin' a bad day."
"so... what're you gonna do, tsumu?" you ask him after a while. he looks down at you, hands finally falling away from his hair as he sighs a long and deep breath of hot air. wordlessly, he starts walking away; you and osamu following him to the car.
getting in and buckling up, you and osamu await his answer as he sits stiffly in the driver's seat and taps his slender fingers along the wheel. sighing again, his shoulders relax and he starts up the vehicle.
"i'm gonna fold his ass, that's what."
"ah." you gape softly with surprise, but if there was a translator around, he would have said it for you-
oh shit.
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an hey im making a yandere haikyuu book, so if u like those kind of stories then... keep an eye out yk 👀 anyways.
also my bad if i mixed up their names at any given part 😫 sometimes i accidentally switch them around 🥲
