Atsumu nearly falls from whiplash once he opens his door.
"What the fuck!"
The guy who'd been pounding on his door seconds before frowned his eyebrows at him. Eyebrows that were identical to his own, just like the rest of his face.
"You, what the fuck! What do ya think yer doing with my face, jackass?"
Who the hell did this guy think he was. "As far as I'm aware, 's my face first, asshole."
The two identical men stared at each other.
Atsumu couldn't for the life of him figure out why there was an unbleached version of him on his front door.
Well, an ubleached, slightly bustier version.
"Ya from the future or something?"
By the scoff he received, his guess was no, that was not the answer.
"Ya gotta be kidding me. Of course ya'd be stupid too."
"Hey!" Atsumu crossed his arms. "The fuck is that supposed ta mean, yer the stranger who came pounding on my door fer no reason. They don't teach ya manners in the doppelganger factory?"
Said doppelganger remained unamused.
"Look."
Oh good, Atsumu thought. It was finally explanation time.
"I don't care who ya are, are why ya look like me. But ya can't just go around making porn anymore. Some of us actually have a reputation ta keep."
Ok, so this asshole thought he had a say in how he earned his penny. Funny.
"Oh I have a reputation, alright. If ya watched my videos, ya should know I'm known fer suckin-"
"Gargh, don't finish that!" The guy pulled a disgusted face. "'Course I didn't watch the fucking videos!"
"Then how do ya know I even make them?" Atsumu narrowed his eyes. "Hey, how did ya know where ta find me in the first place?"
His address was most certainly not common knowledge. That would be more than inconvenient in his line of work.
"Guy named Suna told me."
Well fuck you, Suna.
"'Course he did." Atsumu pinched the bridge of his nose.
He could imagine it clear as day, Suna randomly meeting a guy who happened to look just like him and sending him his way.
Bastard probably thought it was the funniest shit that ever happened to him.
Some agent he was.
Atsumu felt a headache coming.
"Look," the guy said again. "I'm only gonna say this one more time. Quit it. An' take care of anything that's out while yer at it. I didn't consent to this shit."
Atsumu barked out a laugh. Yeah, fat chance. "Ya don't need to consent to shit dumbass, it's my fuckin' face."
"That looks exactly like mine."
"Yeah," the blond shrugged.
That part still wasn't clear for him either.
The guy threw his arms in the air in exasperation. "Yeah? Yea fuckin' scrub, ya've been ruining my career an' my dating life and all ya hafta say is yeah?"
He was fuming, and it wasn't really a good look on him. Atsumu made a mental note to keep his temper in check.
"Hey, 's not my fault that whoever yer talking to watches my shit. Can't really blame 'em." Atsumu smirked for good measure. "An' I really don't need an evil twin in my life right now, got the trauma and all the character build in my youth, thanks. So kindly piss off, yeah?"
He started to close door, and of course his apparent evil twin was doing good on his role and decided to shove his foot there.
"We're not done here, jerk. An' we're not fucking twins."
"Oh yeah, how can ya be sure?"
Atsumu was still holding the door,
waiting for the right moment to slam it in.
His blender version rolled his eyes. "Unless yer telling me ya were born October 5th in 1995 then yeah, I know fer sure."
What.
When the guy saw him gaping at him, it didn't take long for realization to hit.
"Oh ya've got ta be shitting me."
Atsumu fuckikg wished he was.
He wordlessly opened the door all the way again, stepping away so the guy could come in.
Seems like they had some talking to do.
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"'M happy fer Samu, Ma. I really am," Atsumu plays with the dessert on his plate with his spoon. "But he's insufferable now tha' he's hitched! Can't have a conversation with the loser without feelin' like shit 'bout my own love life."
"Hm," his Ma has her "you don't wanna hear what I have to say about this" face on.
"What?"
And like the godless woman she is, she says "Ya know thas' yer own fault, dear."
"Ma!" Atsumu whines.
Her hands raise up in surrender.
"'M sorry, baby, but 's true. Ya keep waiting fer things ta happen ta ya, but ya never actually do anything about it."
"Yer terrible at the pep talk thing," Atsumu deadpans.
"When have I ever coddled ya?" Mama Miya scoffed. "Ya know 'm right, like tha' time with the bartender-"
Miya Twins, Osamu is a good dad, Atsumu is a good brother
The twins had always been competitive, that's no secret. So it was only natural that when Osamu had little Kane, the two would jab about who the kid loved more.
It was all fun and games, and it mostly just amused the kid
He would giggle at their bickering, and oscillate in who he wanted to hug first when asked.
But today was different.
Kane was upset with Osamu. Really, truly upset.
And in the fashion of any four-year-old who didn't know better, he hurt his dad back.
Kane was going through a bit of a rioting phase, and getting frustrated with the amount of times his dad was telling him "no."
Or worse, telling him what to do.
Kane was a big boy now, so why did his dad insist on telling him when to eat, when to shower, when to everything?
Kiyoomi jerks his head to look at the guy sitting next to him on the train.
The guy is holding out a half-eaten chocolate bar.
He scowls. "If this is your way of saying I look like shit and probably need that more than you, no thank you."
"Wow," the guy pulls the sweet offering back, biting into the chocolate. "Tha' was actually me sayin' yer so hot I'm willing to share my I-had-a-really-bad-fuckin'-day treat with ya. But fuck ya too, I guess."
"Oh," Kiyoomi gives the guy a once over.
He looks like he had just as shit of a day as him.
"Sorry," he mumbles.
The guy is already facing away from Kiyoomi, but shrugs acknowledgingly.
Kiyoomi catches a glimpse of the chocolate wrap. "Are those the ones with rice crisps?"
The twin's 17th birthday was spent in the hospital.
The memory might have become lighter as they grew older, but it was easily the most stressful day of Osamu's life.
Because you see, he had a plan.
Osamu was going to make their dinner, as he did most often than not these days, get them some moshi cake, and make sure Atsumu was in the best of moods.
The next day, he would tell him.
He doesn't even think it will be that hard. Contrary to popular belief, Atsumu isn't stupid.
He noticed how much time Osamu spent in the kitchen.
He noticed him doing less on the court, and called him out on it.
He asked him what was going on. Multiple times.
Osamu told him the truth, that he wasn't ready to talk about it.