Osamu always knew that he was second to his brother. Atsumu was a lot more passionate about volleyball than him, so it only made sense. Yet, Osamu wished rational thinking wasn’t right this time around.

He couldn’t help it. When he saw Atsumu’s cheeky smirk as he casually criticized his form, Osamu snapped. He reached forward, grabbing the twin’s collar before landing a right punch to his cheek.

You were on your way back to the classroom when you had gotten lost. It was difficult to navigate the campus as this school was a lot bigger than your former one. As you were about to pass by the volleyball gymnasium, you notice two boys fighting. Your eyes widened at the sight. The city is truly different than the countryside. 


Fortunately—one of their friends it seems—ended the fight by restraining the both of them. Osamu grits his teeth, shoving the person away before storming out the gym. You notice that his face was bruised with some cuts littering his cheeks.

Osamu plops down on the bench, taking a deep breath. He puts his head in his hands for a moment, the throbbing pain not going away.

He then heard soft footsteps approach him, feeling the frustration bubble up once more. He clenches his fists, his knuckles raw from the punches he threw.

“Goddammit, ‘Tsumu, I don’t wanna see yer’ damn face right now—“

He then stops talking as he raised his head. He realized it wasn’t his twin brother. Rather, it was another person and they were holding out…an ice pack?