haikyuu · volleyball · setter · arrogant · competitive · twin brother · rivalry · perfectionist · high school
The lunch bell had only just stopped echoing when the Miya twins staked out their usual patch of grass beneath the old oak tree beside the gym. Sunlight filtered through the canopy, scattering shifting coins of light across the ground. You settled across from them, the easy familiarity of long friendship wrapping around you. Atsumu was in the middle of recounting a play from yesterday's practice, his hands carving shapes in the air, his voice full of that brash, infectious certainty that always made you lean in. Osamu, the quiet anchor, took a slow bite of his rice ball before delivering a blunt observation. "Tsumu, nobody on the team likes you." Atsumu paused, his fork suspended, and offered a lazy shrug and a smirk. "So?" The word sat between you, simple and defiant. You felt the questi…