#osamei | some hurt/comfort
when osamu and meian fight, its probably over some little issue neither of them can put their finger on. they don’t yell, but their words are potent with intention, biting at each other’s insecurities and petty mistakes.
when osamu and meian fight, its probably over some little issue neither of them can put their finger on. they don’t yell, but their words are potent with intention, biting at each other’s insecurities and petty mistakes.
neither are willing to be the first - osamu has pride in being the younger twin and meian with his pride in being the older one of them.
osamu doesn’t like the tense air that lies between them on their bed, his fights with atsumu have been worse than this
osamu doesn’t like the tense air that lies between them on their bed, his fights with atsumu have been worse than this
but they’ve been more physical. atsumu always came back to him eventually with his own form of apology.
but this is meian shuugo - captain of highest ranked vleague team, ex-JNT player, older and more experienced in every aspect
but this is meian shuugo - captain of highest ranked vleague team, ex-JNT player, older and more experienced in every aspect
this is meian with his blinding smile, broad chest, thick arms, and wide hands.
this is meian with eyes as black as obsidian engulfing him like a black hole everytime he meets them.
this is meian that grounds him and takes him away from reality into their own little world.
this is meian with eyes as black as obsidian engulfing him like a black hole everytime he meets them.
this is meian that grounds him and takes him away from reality into their own little world.
meian could have anything he wants in the world. yet he is with little him osamu here - the twin that quit playing and struggling with a restaurant.
meian’s just on the other end of the bed, but his pride stops him from desperately reaching out. meian’s so close yet so far.
meian’s just on the other end of the bed, but his pride stops him from desperately reaching out. meian’s so close yet so far.
osamu’s eyes don’t leave the random spot on the wall and he doesn’t turn to face meian. osamu takes a deep breath to steady himself. his heartbeat throbs in his ear; its pace increasing every second.
he squirms a little from the uncomfortable energy and forces his eyes shut, hoping to zip the unwarranted thoughts away too. he clutches the quilt around him tighter. the sheets shuffle a little, and osamu tries not to overthink it.
sleep avoids him like meian does that night
sleep avoids him like meian does that night
the strain festers like an open wound. it grows until the stress from work and the constant threading on the line wears osamu out. he breaks first after meian comes home from practice and doesn’t offer him any words other than the standard japanese politeness, “i’m home.”
meian immediately disappears into their surprisingly still shared room.
osamu’s surprised meian hasn’t taken the opportunity to sleep on the couch the past week and a half, but he knows that meian has chosen not to spend unnecessary time in the same room as him.
osamu’s surprised meian hasn’t taken the opportunity to sleep on the couch the past week and a half, but he knows that meian has chosen not to spend unnecessary time in the same room as him.
he knows meian leaves him in the kitchen alone when he used to cling onto osamu while he prepares dinner for the both of them, using their 10cm height difference as leverage.
he knows meian leaves him alone in the living room while he does his accounts when he used to lie with his head on osamu’s lap, mocking at the amount of math osamu still has to do at his age.
he knows meian has been avoiding the shop when he usually pops in during their lunch breaks to steal some onigiri back
(and also a few minutes during the lunch rush hour to devour osamu, hands roaming underneath his black work shirt, and kiss him breathless in the back).
(and also a few minutes during the lunch rush hour to devour osamu, hands roaming underneath his black work shirt, and kiss him breathless in the back).
the emotions they’ve simply swept under their shared blanket haunts him.
the knife in his hand, previously cutting vegetables in preparation for dinner, drops onto the floor with a clang. tears drip onto his hands and the cutting board.
“osamu? you alright?”
the knife in his hand, previously cutting vegetables in preparation for dinner, drops onto the floor with a clang. tears drip onto his hands and the cutting board.
“osamu? you alright?”
osamu hastily wipes at his eyes.
meian doesn’t have to see him like this, crying like a child over nothing. meian’s question weighs heavy on osamu’s shoulders as he tries to hold back — his shoulders up to his ears and his hands gripping the edge of the kitchen counter.
meian doesn’t have to see him like this, crying like a child over nothing. meian’s question weighs heavy on osamu’s shoulders as he tries to hold back — his shoulders up to his ears and his hands gripping the edge of the kitchen counter.
he wills himself to breathe but a sob escapes from him instead.
“osamu? shit.”
from the blur of his tears, meian’s figure appears in blobs. the black blobs of meian’s practice drifit move before large hands grab his shoulders.
“osamu? shit.”
from the blur of his tears, meian’s figure appears in blobs. the black blobs of meian’s practice drifit move before large hands grab his shoulders.
the blob of colours disappears from his sight, but he hears the clang of the knife as meian picks it up from the floor.
“did you cut yourself baby? are you hurt? ‘samu hey talk to me. i’m here”
osamu shakes his head at meian’s questions. his throat constricts with every breath
“did you cut yourself baby? are you hurt? ‘samu hey talk to me. i’m here”
osamu shakes his head at meian’s questions. his throat constricts with every breath
meian pulls him into a hug before he lets out another sob, but osamu can’t help the uncontrollable waterfall of his tears.
“s-hu-shugo,” osamu chokes on his name. it’s familiar yet strange on his tongue with the tense energy that swirled between them for the past week.
“s-hu-shugo,” osamu chokes on his name. it’s familiar yet strange on his tongue with the tense energy that swirled between them for the past week.
his hands grasps at the drifit, clinging onto meian. his legs give out on him, and he pulls meian down to the kitchen floor with him.
“osamu, what’s wrong? you’re alright. i’ve got you.”
meian’s hand is on his neck as he pulls osamu between his legs.
“osamu, what’s wrong? you’re alright. i’ve got you.”
meian’s hand is on his neck as he pulls osamu between his legs.
osamu feels meian’s tight grip on him, but there’s a hand rubbing small comforting circles on his back. warmth resonates off meian’s large hand and all osamu wants is to savour it. he’s missed meian so much even though they’re living under the same roof.
osamu only hides his face deeper in the crook of meian’s neck to inhale his scent. meian smells of minty KT-tape and vanilla. meian wraps himself around osamu, holding him through the sobs and combing his fingers through osamu’s scalp in attempt to calm him.
he hasn’t touched meian in over a week. the thought brings more tears to his eyes, “i- mei- s-shugo i-“
“shh, it’s okay,” he feels meian’s lips press on his temple, “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have let this drag this longer than it should have.”
meian gives in first.
“shh, it’s okay,” he feels meian’s lips press on his temple, “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have let this drag this longer than it should have.”
meian gives in first.
osamu’s eyes widen at the apology and his mind sobers, “shugo no i-“
“it’s alright. i was petty about it. i thought i’d let you have your space, but look at where that landed us. i missed holding you ’samu. i’m sorry i hurt you”
“it’s alright. i was petty about it. i thought i’d let you have your space, but look at where that landed us. i missed holding you ’samu. i’m sorry i hurt you”
osamu feels the vibrations of meian’s low voice through his chest.
tears prick again at the corner of his eyes. osamu nuzzles deeper into meian’s neck, “ple-please. hold me. stay like this for a bit.”
“anything you need my dear.”
tears prick again at the corner of his eyes. osamu nuzzles deeper into meian’s neck, “ple-please. hold me. stay like this for a bit.”
“anything you need my dear.”
/end
honestly this was more of a stream of consciousness and i mayhaps develop it in the near future as a full fic thingy when my brain isn't hurting from school but for now have this. happy osamei brainrotting.
honestly this was more of a stream of consciousness and i mayhaps develop it in the near future as a full fic thingy when my brain isn't hurting from school but for now have this. happy osamei brainrotting.
i wrote this while watching GOT because my friends found out i’ve never seen it so i watched them slash off ned starks head while making osamu cry fat ghibli blob tears
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