#threadfic | gen | miyas being miyas lol
“PRO VOLLEYBALL PLAYER TAKES A JAB AT LOCAL RESTAURANT, DINERS ENRAGED,” the headline read, startling Suna into nearly dropping his phone.
“PRO VOLLEYBALL PLAYER TAKES A JAB AT LOCAL RESTAURANT, DINERS ENRAGED,” the headline read, startling Suna into nearly dropping his phone.
When he’d opened Twitter to scroll through his feed for a few, mind-numbing minutes before his morning run with Motoya, he was not expecting his best friend to be trending. So, out of curiosity, he clicked the tag, and sort of regretted it immediately.
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Only sort of, though.
“‘Miya Atsumu, starting setter for the MSBY Black Jackals,’” he read aloud, getting Motoya’s attention, “‘is under fire today for making a series of disparaging tweets about a local onigiri restaurant.’”
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“‘Miya Atsumu, starting setter for the MSBY Black Jackals,’” he read aloud, getting Motoya’s attention, “‘is under fire today for making a series of disparaging tweets about a local onigiri restaurant.’”
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“...oh my fucking god,” Motoya breathed, realization dawning over his features. And then he started cackling. “They don’t mean-”
“‘Onigiri Miya, an up-and-coming staple in Osaka, opened two years ago to nationwide acclaim’,” Suna continued, trying desperately not to laugh.
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“‘Onigiri Miya, an up-and-coming staple in Osaka, opened two years ago to nationwide acclaim’,” Suna continued, trying desperately not to laugh.
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“‘So it came as a shock to many to see Miya speak so poorly of the place, even going so far as to insult the owner himself. As of the time of this article, the owner has not given a statement, though one has been requested.’
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“‘When asked why he spoke so poorly of this restaurant in particular, Miya had only this to say: 'it's my goddamn brother, and I’ll make fun of him all I want’!” By this point, both Motoya and Rintarou were bent over in laughter, nearly crying with the force of their cackling.
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“I can’t - I can’t believe that fucking - fucking Atsumu got cancelled for getting into a Twitter beef with his brother’s restaurant!” Motoya howled, wiping away the tears from his eyes.
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Finished with the article, Suna traveled back to his home screen, where at the top was a brand new post from Atsumu, published only 37 seconds ago. Typed in the notes app, all it said was: “I’m not sorry. But eat at Onigiri Miya.”
/fin lol
/fin lol
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