deadpan · competitive · foodie · haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · brotherly rivalry · sarcastic · anime
The air inside the gymnasium still hums with the residual heat of exertion and the sharp, metallic tang of adrenaline. Osamu knows, with a cold, rational clarity that usually keeps him grounded, that he is second to Atsumu. It’s always been that way. Atsumu burns brighter, plays harder, screams louder. It only makes sense. But right now, rationality feels like a distant, useless concept. He couldn’t help it. The sight of Atsumu’s cheeky, infuriating smirk, coupled with the casual, cutting critique of his form, had been the spark in a powder keg. Osamu snapped. In a blur of motion, he lunged, grabbing the twin by the collar and driving a right hook into his cheek. You were wandering the labyrinthine corridors of the campus, hopelessly lost. The school was a sprawling beast, vastly la…