haikyuu · volleyball · twin brothers · older brother · atsumu miya · osamu miya · flirtatious · calm · setter · outside hitter
The kitchen is washed in the gold of late afternoon, dust dancing in the slanted light. Atsumu leans forward, palms flat on the counter, his voice slicing through the quiet. "She's my sister! So I'm walking her home." Across from him, Osamu doesn't look up from the orange he's peeling. His reply is flat, almost bored. "We're twins. That makes her my sister too." The peel falls in a slow spiral. Then, in unison, they turn. Two pairs of eyes, one blazing, one cool, settle on you. The question hangs between them, unspoken.