Credit: @y_kabara (Twitter)

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"Samu, where's my bottle?"

"Grow a pair of eyes, Tsumu. It's below the counter."

Monday, the saddest crippling start of the week known to man (if you don't consider Sunday), but today the Miyas are in a pretty good mood and rather excited for anticipated events, especially Atsumu.

Inarizaki has set up a practice match right before a week of school break with the very popular powerhouse school, Itachiyama. Yes, Atsumu is eager to see Itachiyama's proud ace and his gorgeous-looking boyfriend, Sakusa Kiyoomi.

No one thought that Kiyoomi would find a liking to the Inarizaki biggest idiot and setter, out of all people. Whatever magic spell has been casted on him.

They've been together for a couple weeks, or at least that's what they say. Komori bet they've already started way back, youth camp.

"So you think, we should give it a go?" Atsumu asks, puppy eyes.

"As crazy as this sounds, yes, Miya Atsumu, I want to date you."

Crazy indeed. To Atsumu, honestly, it's been a bit of a ride, Kiyoomi showing to be a surprisingly touchy and affectionate boyfriend behind his menacing and germaphobic mask (literally and metaphorically) throws everything Atsumu thought he knew about the ace out the window. This is a whole new game he's playing, a relationship, he hasn't gotten a grip at this romance thing and expressing feelings, which is incredibly ironic for the outspoken Miya Atsumu.

Osamu hasn't gotten anything much on his mind except plans for making lunches for Suna. He has been making them once in a while for Suna but he's thinking of adding something new, a sprinkle of surprise for his beloved.

Yea, Suna. For a moment in the start of their relationship they thought how their team would feel about teammates dating each other. There was no specific rule against this (mainly cause no one betted the possibilities) but they expect Kita to say a thing or two about it, if they were to announce it.

Except they probably don't even need to announce anything, they've been so obviously flirty and sweet to each other that everyone in the volleyball team (except Atsumu because he is an idiot and head over heals for Kiyoomi) already had a hint on their relationship (Kita was the first) and would simply turn a blind eye. Sometimes Aran had wished he was as oblivious as Atsumu.

After that, they would go back to their hometown, to their parents during the break. Atsumu can't wait to slack off, he's thinking about beating his last sleep marathon record.

But before all that, they need new pairs of knee pads.

Yes, knee pads, because training has been so intense that they ripped a hole in theirs and they desperately need to buy a new one for upcoming matches. And by intense training, they mean racing around the school like fast and furious on legs. And by ripping a hole, they mean crashing into each other during their pitiful race then rolling down the slopes violently resulting a graze or two and ripped knee pads. It was about time they get a new knee pad anyway.

So the Miya Twins packed up and headed out their dormitory after practice, now standing between the platforms among the ridiculous crowd during working hours. It's a short ride from their area to the main city centre by train.

"We should do during the weekends." Atsumu squeezes his arms in displeasure, his skin bumping into other skins.

"Stop complainin', yer the one who took yer sweet time and now we're stuck durin' peak hours." Osamu shoots back at Atsumu as he endures the crowd.

"Plus, it ain't somethin' we can put off, I ain't playing without pad on my knees." Osamu reinforces his decision.

"Then bench--"

"Yer not going to make me bench." Osamu cuts his brother off. "You can't be thinkin' about playing without them, right?"

"Bold of ya to assume that."

But seriously, Osamu's assumptions were on point because that was exactly what Atsumu was planning to do.

"Yea, bold of me." Osamu scoffs at his brother's idiocy.

The train arrives at their station, a crowd gushes out of the train as another gushes in. The Miyas, carried by the wave of people, manage to squeeze their way in as the door closes behind them. Hot air and sweaty bodies fill up every inch of the train, as the Miyas nudge around trying to make space. The train accelerating slowly from still to full speed, they grab on to a bar to secure their balance. The loud beeping announcements followed by doors open and closing, allowing exchange of chattering and mumbling people at every station. After a few stops and struggles between the crowd, the Miyas finally gets some space to breath.

Osamu tumbles into an empty seat right behind him. His consideration for the crippled and seniors has reached its limit now that his legs can't stand it anymore, and he's feeling lightheaded from all the suffocation and lack of oxygen.

"Tired already?" Atsumu laughs at the fact that the wild movement and waves of busy crowds was enough to pull down Osamu. He expects more from the tenacity of an athlete, from Osamu's tenacity especially.

"Would still beat you in a race." Osamu huffs.

"Oh really? If I recall......" If Atsumu recalls, "Yer the one to fall behind and tug on my shirt then tip off, sending us--"

"Shut the fuck up,"

"Geez, stop cutting in, have some respect."

"Look who's talking."

Osamu rolls his eyes so hard, he could see the back off his brain. He slumbers back into the seat, Atsumu persists on standing, holding onto the handrail while the train runs 320 kilometres an hour, ramming and trickling against the track. It's hard to hear it from the inside, but when the atmosphere is mellow and quiet, Osamu can hear the soft ticks and rumbles on the train's engine. He looks up to Atsumu, who's staring off into emptiness.

"Tsumu......" He starts off. "When we get back, there is something I want to tell ya"

Atsumu turns his attention away from the empty space to his brother. "Ok......why later?"

Osamu shifts his sight, looking down on the ground with some resentment. Atsumu senses a tiny tension, maybe Osamu's really serious about something.

"If it's somethin' important, just say it, now." Atsumu urges.

"It's a lot to take in."

Osamu fiddles with his fingers, a sign of worry. Atsumu begins running through his thoughts.

"It's my favourite mug, ain't it?"

Osamu bend his eyebrows, questioning on what the hell was Atsumu talking about.

Yer the one who broke it?" Atsumu suspects, point at Osamu.

"What-no--you have a favourite mug?"

"Omi Omi gave it to me. It was my first gift from him!"

Atsumu exclaimes. He found the hilt of his lovely mug broken off the other day and he hadn't jumped into conclusion that an animal did it. His prime suspect was, of course, his twin brother that lives with him under the same roof......or room. He hasn't bring this topic up with Osamu, he was hoping that Osamu would probably confess one day.

"Ya, had no idea, and that's not the point."

Osamu denys his knowledge of a broken favourite mug. He really doesn't know about it, and the news he's going to delivery is a lot concerning than a kitchenware utensil. Like he said, it's a lot to take in, and in fact, Atsumu should have been informed about this a long time ago, but he never had the chance, or rather, he never found the right moment to tell him. Ma and Pa entrusted this task to him, it's more about Osamu anyway, and Atsumu has every right to know about.

Atsumu stares at his brother, no, he is not trying to read his mind, they aren't telepathic, (though Atsumu wished they were) but something about Osamu's disturbing facial expressions tells Atsumu this is something he should take very seriously and proceed to ask his questions with caution.

He has never seen Osamu in such......distress.

"Samu.....what is it? Just tell me."

Osamu still doesn't reply, he takes in a deep breath.

"Wait till we get ba--"

"Oh my god, straight to the point. I don't like waitin'."

Now it's Atsumu's turns to cut in, he crosses his arms. He forgets about the 'very seriously and proceed with caution' on the spot. He hates how people leaves the mystery on a cliffhanger and let the curiosity nibbles the back of his mind bit by bit. If he was going to be told something sooner or later, then he doesn't want it sooner or later, or day after, he wants it now. But as much as he hopes for Osamu still keeps his mouth shut. Now Atsumu will have to play the waiting game, for 'the right moment'.

Osamu bites on his lips and closes his eyes as he leans back into his seat further, allowing his head to rest on the supporter. The sun soon to set over the horizon, shines a soft stream of pink and orange all over Kansai, and through the windows of the very speedy bullet train. The sound of rumbling against the tracks, the beeping from the announcements, the ticking in the engines, all vibrating in his mind louder than before.

Especially the ticking of that engine, it seems to get louder and louder every second.
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Many possibilities and chances occur in life. They named fate as a blessing with the highest possibility. They named miracle as a blessing with the lowest possibility.

Beep.

They named karma as a curse with the highest probability. And they named unfortunate as a curses with the lowest probability.

Beep.

Humanity has sought to achieve full statistics on calculating the possibility and probability of every event that occurs, but they can never predict everything.

Beep.

To know that one mistake, one choice, one decision can often change nothing, or everything.

Beep.

And this case, maybe the Miya Twins should have put their errand run at another time, at any other time.

Beep beep.

Maybe they shouldn't have goofed around during training.

Beep beep.

Maybe Atsumu shouldn't have taken his sweet time.

Beep beep.

Maybe Osamu should have just told him whatever that needs to be said.

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Osamu felt a sharp sting in his chest, he opened his eyes, but his world maintained in darkness, or rather, in a dismantle blur. His body paralysed in place with a heavy burden on his chest as if someone stabbed a knife from behind. He was pretty sure he heard something at the end of that odd beeping but nothing registered into his mind.

Atsumu couldn't remember anything except for a quick, bright flash, followed by some extremely violent shaking and maybe a loud sound but that was it. His balance thrown off the roof and his feet seems to levitate above the floor. He felt lightweighted, not just on his head but everywhere on his body, as if he was being thrown out of the abyss.

Everything was spinning.

It came to sudden, too quick for the Miyas to react, too quick for anyone to react.

Out of all the possibilities and probabilities, they fell as the unfortunate.