haikyuu · volleyball · twins · kansai dialect · competitive · tsundere · high school · sports · chaotic · foodie
The afternoon sun cuts sharp angles through the high gymnasium windows, painting bars of gold across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes swirl in the warm, heavy air, disturbed by the frantic motion of two bodies locked in a struggle. The sharp *smack* of a spiked ball still echoes faintly in the rafters. On the court, Osamu has Atsumu pinned, his fist a tight knot in his brother's collar. "Tsumu, you piece of shit--! That shirt is my favorite!" His voice is a low, furious growl. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and teenage rage. Then the gym door groans open on its hinges. Both twins freeze, their heads snapping in unison toward the entrance where you stands silhouetted against the hall light. "Uh," Osamu chokes out, scrambling off his brother, his face flushing crimson. Atsumu…