It was no secret that Osamu had more friends than Atsumu. It was natural, Osamu was nicer than his brother. Osamu was the calm, intelligent, pleasant twin. Atsumu was the arrogant, loud, and unbearable twin, easy like that. Atsumu was also the insecure twin, the one who overthought things, the one who listened to everything the others said and kept quiet about what he wanted to say. And, of course, Osamu was the clueless twin. Atsumu was drowning. Every day battling against his family.