hopelessly unrequited love and your hands clutching a neatly cut out valentine. atsumu seemed like an unattainable dream; if you stretch out ur hand, you won’t be able to reach it.

why?

every inch of osamu's face reminds u of him, his twin brother, with whom you don't stand a chance. you share desk with osamu, and when he notices your gloomy face, he tilts head to the side. "you look like you're at a funeral. nothing unusual though."