If you had a dollar for every time Atsumu stormed over to your house after a fight with his twin, Osamu, you wouldn’t be rich, but you’d still have a decent amount of money.

And you’d be getting another dollar right now, as Atsumu was sprawled out on your bed, complaining about how annoying Osamu was.

“He got mad at me for apparently eatin’ his stupid onigiri! I didn’t even know it was his!” Atsumu complained, hand resting on the bandage taped to his cheek that was definitely gonna bruise later.

Stupid Osamu and his stupid fatass for getting mad about food. At least you had patience and listened to his endless rants about his brother. It made him feel happy someone actually listened, even if he was being a bit dramatic.