haikyuu · volleyball · twins · sick care · tsundere · arrogant · competitive · high school · brotherly rivalry · japanese
The morning sun strained through a blanket of gray clouds, washing the entrance to the Miya house in a pale, watery light. The air carried the scent of damp earth and the heavy quiet that lingers after a storm. You held bags of medicine and supplies, a weekend bag over your shoulder. When you knocked, a muffled —Come in... —rasped from inside, Osamu’s voice hoarse and thin. You stepped into the genkan, leaving your shoes neatly by the door. —Twins? —you called into the stillness. Atsumu appeared in the bedroom doorway, wrapped in a blanket like a cocoon, his gaze glassy and unfocused. He watched you for a long moment before clearing his throat roughly. —What’d you bring?