Unfortunately, feeding him wouldn't make him better, but at least the snapping would slow down. So while Atsumu tormented his twin for free food, Kiyoomi stood in the neighbouring stand, stars in his eyes as he examined all the sweets. He had taken off the shades and carefully selected the sweet treats that would be sure to give most a toothache.

Unfortunately, Atsumu didn't get a twin discount or whatever the hell he called saving money and ended up paying full price─ except Osamu refused to hand over the change. But the moment he spotted the stars Kiyoomi held in his eyes, spending all his money didn't seem too bad if he could see such happiness even though it wasn't directed at him.

"Should I spoil ya, Omi-Omi?" Atsumu asked, waltzing right up to him, standing directly behind as his hair dripped water onto Kiyoomi's shoulder, his breath much too close.

"Step away from the art. You'll ruin me," Kiyoomi hissed, reaching back to push away the blond but the moment his gloved hand came in contact with a frightening hard core, he froze.

He knew Atsumu was ripped but never did he ever touch him until then. His hand began to move away and the blond took that opportunity to link their hands together as quick as possible and press himself against Kiyoomi's back.

"Give me yer sweetest treats," Atsumu said with a charming smile, looking at the person in charge and nearly groaned out loud to see Suna. Fuck Suna. He still hated him although his brother was head over heels in love with his stupid boyfriend. He didn't care what he thought either. "This angel needs somethin' sweet."

"Ew," Suna snickered, gathering chocolates and pastries anyway.

"Fuck off. I'm sure you say disgustin' things to Samu all the time."

He was ignored. It was until Suna was nearly done packing together the picked-out food that Kiyoomi realized the situation he was in and pulled away with a hiss and a promise to fuck up his hair if he ever tried that again. Unfortunately, he had to express his thanks for his sweets which was hard considering he had his pride on the line.

But thanking the Miya Twin was necessary if he expected to get more free food and really, he fucking hoped he did.

Yeah, he was moody, broody, and a goading bitch most of the time but come on, how could he not if Miya Fucking Atsumu was his self-proclaimed best friend?

The only situation now was to pretend to at least be happy until he found another reason to evidently be pissed off at. Thankfully, all the stupid volleyball players knew he hated socialization and knew that he was a handful most of the time so they left him mostly to himself. They heard enough from Atsumu to know to do that, as well as have seen him on countless occasions when he was still in school. Atsumu had a thing to surprise him at lunch during those times.

"Okay class, the next step is to spritz the hair with water to ensure easier management and to keep it moisturized."

Kiyoomi was listening intently in class, his own mannequin head in front of him as he tried following instructions to get the wig looking exactly as it was supposed to at the end of the class. They probably weren't going to finish the entire process since it was only fifteen lefts before lunch hour but they had started their following topic early so they wouldn't spend as much time with that on the following days.

Kiyoomi was feeling good about it, and his fellow classmates were being angels that day and keeping their traps shut. He enjoyed it when they were like that because that meant they didn't have to be interrupted fifty times an hour just because their incompetent minds couldn't keep up. The time was nearing its end and only eight minutes were left on the clock when a knock was heard at the door.

Kiyoomi, who didn't particularly give a fuck about visitors, focused on his wig which was starting to look like the ready-done one at the front of the class. He was happy but that feeling was short-lived once he heard whispers going around him and his name being called at the front of the class.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi? You have a vistor."

Kiyoomi raised his head upwards, his eyes narrowing at the newcomer as whispers kept circling around. Why were visitors even allowed in the first place?

"No way! He knows him?!" Someone whispered in excitement. "I'm jealous!"

"What the hell?! They both have completely different personalities yet they know each other?!"

Kiyoomi wanted to sigh out loud and scream at the newcomer but instead, he just asked what he was doing there.

"Miya Number One? The hell are you doing here?" Kiyoomi just about hissed, making his way to the front of the class where Atsumu stood happily, waving like the shameless person he was.

"Aw, come on, Omi-Omi! Don't ya wanna see yer best friend?"

"The hell would I want that?" Kiyoomi snapped. "Answer my question."

Atsumu teasingly leaned closer to him, fully enjoying the attention he was receiving because really, he was an attention whore.

"Don't ya wanna join me for lunch? I asked the coach to spare me lunch hour so I could come here and give ya a treat. Any food ya want."

Kiyoomi sighed. Atsumu would be the death of him. Reluctantly, he agreed but not before receiving confirmation that Atsumu would wait outside the class door and wouldn't disrupt the last five minutes of class.

Needless to say, they hardly got any work done with numerous people starting commotion about how Sakusa Kiyoomi, of all people, seemed to have a close bond with rising star, Miya Atsumu.

"Close bond?" Kiyoomi snickered once he heard someone refer to him and Atsumu as such. "More like forced best friend since second grade. No peace at all. None of you would survive him in your house every other day. Especially not with his cooking skills."

The room quieted, noticing that Kiyoomi really didn't seem the fondest of Atsumu but his voice never held bite as he spoke. It was more in a soft voice with a hint of amusement. Kind of as if he were relishing in his past memories. Atsumu had been listening from outside the door, smiling a little as he noticed the different tone of voice used and he knew full well that not a single person in that room would've been able to say that his tone was kind. But it was, because Atsumu had grown up with him and possibly knew his best friend better than his parents─ probably not better than Komori though.

On a regular occasion, Kiyoomi would've probably cursed the hell out of Atsumu but he only said the things that every fan knew and that was warming to audibly witness. The amusing part in that was the fact that Kiyoomi had intentionally made it sound as if the twin couldn't cook to save his life when in reality, he made some damn good food.

Atsumu would listen from right out the door for hours if it meant he could get backhanded compliments that sounded more like insults coming from Kiyoomi. It'd be worth it.

That day, Atsumu surely did buy Kiyoomi the food he wanted and it suddenly became something of a tradition to show up unannounced at his class door before escorting him for lunch. At times, Atsumu would bring along a fellow team member who would think Kiyoomi was the worst before realizing it was just the type of relationship that the two seemed to have.