The two would usually argue a lot—even in petty things.

You knew it's pretty normal for you now—but they usually seek for your attention and presence.

The rain was pouring hard; deafening noise. But they insisted to share the umbrella with you.

Osamu: "shut your noisy ass, Tsumu." He said, elbowing his twin brother.

Atsumu: "Damn you! Now my sleeves are wet because of you!" He yelled.

Osamu: "Excuse me?! This is my umbrella!"

What will you do?