After a few minutes of crying, Yamaguchi pulled away from the hug, sniffing from time to time. Osamu saw the sadness and pain in his eyes. Yamaguchi smiled at Osamu and the grayed haired boy smiled back. Although he was still feeling sad, he felt way better than before.

Yamaguchi leaned closer onto Osamu's shoulder. The grayed haired boy wrapped his arms around Yamaguchi's waist and pulled him closer. Then it was quiet. A comforting silence covered them. Yamaguchi felt comfortable and safe in Osamu's arms. It was what he wanted for a long, long time. It's a shame that he got it from someone he barely knows.

"Thanks for walking me to our Inn. Miya-san." Yamaguchi smiled.

Osamu titled his head. "Miya-san?" He said, scratching the tip of his nose. "You called me Osamu earlier. Actually, call me Samu. Remember I have a twin so I rather go by my first name."

"Samu it is then!"

"Since we're on a first-name basis, I'll call you Tadashi, okay. Just to be fair." He heard Atsumu used these lines before when he was flirting and he can't believe he's using it too. If this doesn't work I'm punching you when I get home Tsumu!

Yamaguchi blinked, nodding happily before giving a response. "Thank you again, Samu-san!"

He agreed! He thought to himself. "You're welcome, Tadashi." He said, burying his hands in his pockets. "I'm just glad I could help."

Yamaguchi waved goodbye before entering. Osamu stayed until the freckled boy was out of sight. He wished he could be with him longer. His mind drifted to what he felt earlier that night. The freckled boy's warmth, his scent, the beat of his heart, and most especially, his bright smile. He wanted to see those again. To feel those again.

What the hell is this!? He thought to himself, shaking his head to snap him out from daydreaming, before heading towards the Inn that they were staying.

Osamu arrived back to their dorm, with a big smile on his face. Humming like an idiot. A smile that disappeared when he remembered one thing.

"Samu! What the hell are you shouting about!?" Atsumu approached his brother. His hands were touching his back, he looked in pain. "Where have you been!? You weren't answering your phone for like an hour!?"

Osamu just looked away. "I only left because you have to bring your boyfriend again!" He turned to him and smirked. "Hopefully you can practice next week. If I feel something white and sticky in the bed again I swear to God, Tsumu!"

"Shut up you ugly idiot!" Atsumu shouted, blushing intensely.

"You realized you're basically telling that to yourself, right!" Osamu crossed his arms. "For the last time, we're identical twins!"

"Screw you, I look way better than you!"

"Bitch, the only difference about us in terms of appearance is our hair!"

The two started bickering again on who was the better twin. A usual occurrence for the two. More reason to hate having a twin. They suddenly heard a knocking at their door, they opened it and it was Kita, with his eyes partially opened. He looked like he just woke up.

"We have thin walls here." He said, calmly yet somehow furious. "When moaning stopped an hour ago, I thought we can finally rest then it was replaced by you two arguing. You two better shut up or I'll have you both serve 100 spikes naked again."

The twins straightened up before replying at the same time, Yes Captain!

As soon as the door closed the two returned to arguing, but this time without words and just mouthed their insults to each other. They still wanted to argue but clearly didn't want to get punished especially Atsumu, since his legs and ass were still sore from the action earlier.

To other people, this may seem like a toxic relationship but to them, it's just a way of expressing brotherly love. Osamu suddenly mouthed something strange that made his brother paused.

"Wait, what!?" Atsumu stuttered, his eyes widened. Osamu titled his head a little, wondering what he meant. "You said you liked someone."

"Huh!?" Osamu said. "What are you on about!?"

"You mouthed it," Atsumu said. "You said: (I was having a wonderful night with someone I like but you ruined it) The last thing you said is incredibly hurtful by the way."

Osamu quickly covered his mouth as blood started rushing to his face, turning it red. He basically proved Atsumu's claim. "Shut up! You're just seeing things!" He immediately went up to his bunk bed and covered himself with a blanket. Atsumu, being the nosy brother that he is, grabbed the blanket and tossed it away. "WHAT THE HELL!?"

TELL. ME. WHO? Atsumu said, both loud and clear.

Atsumu was the last person he wanted to tell that he had a crush since he will be all over his ass about it. He didn't know why he mouthed it in the first place. Perhaps it's his subconscious thoughts taking over. Or maybe he just wanted to finally admit he liked someone.

Suddenly, their door was slammed open, it was Kita again who stepped inside their room with heavy steps.

"CAPTAIN NO!" Osamu shouted in fear.

"Is that their BDSM whip!?" Tsumu shouted pointing at the black leather whip Kita was holding in his right hand.

It is. The two shouted cries for help but everyone pretended to not hear their screams. The two were asking for it anyway.

The next day, the twins headed to the stadium to watch the match between Nekoma and Karasuno. The Battle At the Garbage Dump. Atsumu thought it was odd for his twin to dragged him to watch a live match, he was always the one asking him to go but this match seemed different.

So Atsumu watched his brother closely, who was scanning the stadium, locking his eyes on the Karasuno side. Yamaguchi was picking up volleyballs on the court when he caught a glimpse of the grayed haired boy at the stands. He immediately smiles at him, waving at the grayed haired boy. Osamu returned the gesture mouthing the words, Good luck! before grinning.

"IT'S KARASUNO'S PINCH SERVER!?" Atsumu cried out. He didn't really want to shout but his ass hurt more after last night and wanted to cry out in pain too. So his words are both filled with pain and shock. Mostly pain.

Osamu jumped a little, slowly turning to his brother who was glaring at him. He knew his brother was the last person he wanted to know about this and he has one thought on his mind.

Fuck.