When Osamu was 16, he came out. It was difficult, and he was scared. What if he loses all his friends? What if he gets kicked out of the team? What if his parents hate him? God, what if Atsumu hates him?
The thought made him queasy, made his chest tighten.
He wanted to throw up and run and hide, but the urge to tell Atsumu is strong. There were no secrets between them. As much as they bicker and as much as Atsumu lies to him, there are so secrets.
So Osamu made him sit down on his bunk of the bed. Atsumu already looks irritated
that he has to listen, and it made Osamu's anxiousness even worse.
Perhaps his twin sensed his panic, and the wrinkle between his eyes smoothes out.
"Hey, everythin' okay, Samu?"
"Yeah, just-" Osamu swallows back the bile that thrratens to climb up his throat.
He was sweating, pinching and twisting the ends of his shirt nervously as he tries to form words.
"... Ya sure?"
"Yeah, s'just - I wanna tell ya somethin."
"Okay, all ears."
"Well," Osamu looks at how Atsumu is looking at him, curious and worried at the same time.
Despite what everyone says, Osamu knows Atsumu is kind. He's careless and selfish, yes, but his twin is kind. Always have been.
Ever since they were small, even when they fought a lot, Osamu had always known Atsumu as kind. And the thought of the boy hating him after
he told him what he is kills him. Osamu could handle the whole school hating him, but he doesn't know what he'll do it Atsumu hates him.
"Samu-"
"I like boys."
"What?" Atsumu's eyes widened. Osamu gasped, hands flying to his mouth in shock. He hadn't meant to say it like that.
He planned to ease his way in, to get Atsumu agreeable and then come out.
At the look of shock in Atsumu's face, Osamu felt dread settling in his stomach, its smoke curling around his heart and tugging on it.
"N-No, that was, uh," Osamu backs away from the bed and
trips on a shirt on the floor. He falls backwards, but the pain doesn't register because all he could think about was Atsumu's face.
He's gonna hate me. He's gonna hate me.
When Atsumu pulls him to sit, checks on his head, Osamu was already crying.
"Hey, hey now, why are ya cryin?" The blond hushes him, a hand at the back of his head, stroking the tender spot where he banged it against the floor.
"Y-You hate me!" Osamu managed to say in between his sobs. "Don't hate me, Tsumu, I'm sorry-"
"What are ya talkin about?" Atsumu quickly pulls him into a hug. "I don't hate you. Fuckin scrub, what kinda nonsense are ya talkin?"
Osamu sobs into his twin's shoulder. His whole body shakes as he tries to pull himself together.
"I don't hate you," Atsumu says softly.
"I could never. I love ya too much to hate you."
The words enveloped him like a comforting blanket. Osamu struggles to breathe through his tears, and Atsumu massages his nape to console him.
"Ya don't?" Osamu croaks once he manages to talk.
"Don't be silly," Atsumu pulls back to smile at him. "No matter what ya are, Samu, I won't hate you."
"Y-Ya won't leave me behind?" Osamu pitifully sniffs. "Ya won't stay away? You'll be with me?"
"Of course I'll be with ya. I've been with ya since you were born. Even before
that." Atsumu rests the side of his head against Osamu's. "I love you. Nothing can change that."
Osamu hugs him, clutches at his shoulders. He felt the tension in his body diffusing, leaving him a melted goo in his twin's arms.
It's okay. Atsumu loves him still. Even if the whole world hates him, if he still has Atsumu, he'll be okay.
The hand on his nape continued its soothing touches. Osamu lets out a shaky exhale.
Yes. Everything will be okay.
/End
loosely based on how my friend came out to me. she was so brave to do so, and im glad she told me <3
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Atsumu clutching his lord's dying body, ignoring the clashes of steel and stench of blood around him. His watery eyes locked with Kita's slowly fading ones.
"No, no, you can't-"
Kita merely smiles. A shaky hand slowly reached out to lay on top of Atsumu's.
"Perhaps... We would meet in another life," his breathing is laboured as he spoke. Atsumu shakes his head.
"No. No, my lord you're coming home with us-"
"Atsumu." Kita stops him. His golden eyes seem to fade as the seconds tick by. "Take... care..."
The hand slumps on his, and Atsumu felt a guttural scream rising from his chest.
"Iizuna-san, please-" Sakusa was on his knees, glassy eyes looking up at Iizuna expectantly. His former captain blushed, looks away. Sakusa leans in, and Iizuna had to put a
hand to his shoulder to stop him.
When he agreed to help carry the seemingly drunk Sakusa home, he didn't expect that the man was
actually faking his inebriation, and now here he is; sat on Sakusa's bed as said
man knelt at his feet, face turned upwards.
"Sakusa-kun-"
"No," Sakusa picked up his hand and placed it on his cheek, startling Iizuna. "Don't call me that." The man inhales. "You never - not once did you ever call me that."
sakuatsu who both fell out of love with each other, but its hard. its hard leaving the person you have spent the most integral few years of with. they had been each other's rocks, comforting each other, be each other's shoulders to cry on. How do you leave someone who was
once your everything? How do you become your own person when you had been so intertwined with another that you can barely see when you and them begin and end?
It was difficult. Moving out, dividing finances. It turned into a screaming match at most end of days, but no longer
did they kiss and made up before bed. They were no longer like that. They no longer long to feels each other's heart beat against their own, to giggle when their heartbeats synced, to kiss away each tear that fell.
all they've been doing is arguing. You would think seperating
After years of leaving volleyball, Osamu had gained some weight. While he does work hard around tge the shop, it's inevitable that his angles get softer.
So he's been self conscious with his weight. A little insecure, especially when he sees Atsumu
with diamond cut abs sleeping shirtless on his couch when he comes over (drooling, he might add with a grimace). They used to be so similar, but the fact that his shirts and pants sometimes looks big on Atsumu really hits him.
So when he first started dating Meian, he was a little startled when the man picked him up off his feet as they kissed.
"Wuh-wait," he stammers, pulling away from their kiss. "Aren't I too heavy fer ya?"
He looks down at Meian worriedly, clutching his (bulging) biceps.
"Aran-kun," Osamu idly pulls Aran to the side, pointing at a dessert cafe shop window. Aran lets himself be pulled, an amused smile on his face as Osamu looks on at the menu.
"Ya wanna eat here?"
"Mmm," Osamu nods, eyes still scanning the menu. "Yeah."
Aran finds it amusing and adorable that Osamu will get into some sort of sleepy and agreeable state whenever they're alone together. He points this out once and was replied with a sweet 'its cause i feel safe with
ya, Aran-kun. Don't hafta let my guard up or pretend' and a kiss to his cheek from his lover.
He becomes more affectionate, more tactile, nuzzling into his side, mouthing mindless kisses into his neck.
Aran loves it. Loves how he hangs onto his arm, how he snuggles his cheek