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Staring at the cider label in front of him, he wondered how did they make it? He knew apples and (squinting at the bottle he saw raspberries) raspberries were involved to some extent, but what else?
Wheat? No couldn’t be, that was beer.
Water? Blinking quickly to try to clear his vision he concluded water could not possibly get him this fucked up.
“ ‘tsumu!”
A body slamming into him quite literally knocked him out of his thoughts, causing the air to escape his lungs, thankful sitting in the corner of the booth meant he harmlessly bounced off the padded seats.
A noise fell out, protesting the rough treatment as he collided back into the new body.
Looking up he saw a mirrored image, except slightly uglier, face flushed and wobbling slightly.
A smile broke out, too inhibited to hide it “ ‘samu!”
“What yer doin’ ?” Osamu settled, leaning slightly on his shoulder, failing at trying to hide the way he itched his nose on rough end of Atsumus jacket.
Atsumu was feeling nice and fuzzy so he let it go, being the amazing older brother he is.
“Uhm” Atsumu paused, what was he doing? Admitting defeat, he shrugged his shoulders “I don’ know” he paused, looking at the head burrowing further into his side “wha yer doin’ ?”
Osamu didn’t move, slurring “I don’ know. Rin sent me over.”
“Rin? Where he?”
“uhm” Osamu lifted his head, looking around the crowed pub, confused and maybe slightly worried before turning to Atsumu with wide eyes “I don’ know”
There was a beat of silence, the brothers just staring at each other
At the slight panic emerging, Atsumu tugged him closer “it’s fine, yer ok” he patted the slightly damp hair clumsily “Omi-omi can find ‘im”
Osamu relaxed, before suddenly stilling, once again looking around “But where’s Kiyoomi?”
At that Atsumu flung his head to the side, where he vaguely remembered Kiyoomi being, the seat now empty, looking around the pub showed no results either.
He swallowed nervously, turning to his brother, practically whispering “I don’ know”
The positions switched, Osamu now cradling Atsumu with one hand, who had sunk into his side, patting his head.
“Its fine ‘tsumu, ‘e’ll come back.”
“ya?” he wasn’t whimpering, not even close.
“ya totally, we’re too hot. He can’t do better”
Confidence reinstalled, he straightened up, trying to stare at Osamu firmly “yer know what? We are too hot, they’ll come back” he nodded to himself before sneering “Like scrubs”
Osamu nodded back “like scrubs”
“scrubs”
“scrubs”
They paused, looking at each other before giggling, most likely sounding slight manic if judging on the looks thrown at them, concern leaving, both of their thoughts drifting off.
Atsumu turned his attention back to the cider he’d abandoned when ‘samu had shown, he bit his lip in contemplation.
He took a sip before staring at the label confused.
“hey ‘samu?”
“what ‘tsumu?”
“how’s cider made?”
“Uhm” Osamu snatched the bottle off him, holding it up to squint at it before tuning to him with a look “yer stupid?”
He squawked, “yer asshole! Do yer know or not?,” at the silence that followed he grinned smugly “yer don’t know either”
They looked at each other, silently communicating
“Fine!” Osamu set the bottle down, glaring at it before turning to Atsumu, face still flushed “but I do know there’s fruit in it”
“Duh, its cider stupid”
“yer stupid”
“Yer ugly”
Osamu scoffed “we’re twins you scrub”
“Shut it!”
They both huffed simultaneously turning back to the now warm bottle.
The fruits were vibrant, decorated on the label tastefully, Atsumu could almost imagine a smile on the apple and raspberry faces.
He hummed to himself, mind wondering off in a drunken haze, he bet the fruits would be good friends, nice and kind.
His smile dropped as a realization hit him like a brick, staring at the liquid.
Atsumus voice was quiet, almost a whisper in the pub, face turning pale as he stared at the colourful, innocent looking fruit.
“Hey ‘samu”
“Ya ‘tsumu”
“How do they get the taste out of the fruit?”
Osamu looked at him, an ugly scrunched up look on his face, “uh? Yer mean the flavour?”
“Ya”
“Well” Osamu’s eyes travelled to the bottle, “they crush ‘em”
Atsumu felt a mix of emotions slam into him, staring at the vibrant, INNCOCENT fruit that would have been forced into a pulp to create a drink that was barely 4%. The fruit would have been good friends.
To his own horror he felt his eyes watering, knowing on some level he was being a tad dramatic.
“‘tsum?”
Atsumu sniffed, turning to look at his twin
“Oh no” Osamu eyes widen in panic, “what yer doin’?”
“They crushed the fruit!” He blubbered, trying to control the tidal wave of emotions, that honestly, didn’t make sense.
“’sumu yer gotta stop” Osamu sniffled, his own eyes starting to shine, “cuz if your cry, I’m going to cry!”
“I’m sorry!”
“Just stop it!”
“But ‘samu,”Atsumu slowly picked up the bottle, the fruits, that were still smiling, staring back at him. He admired their ability to find joy in death. “’Samu…they probably had a family,” he put the bottle back down as gently as he could, though judging on the heavy clank he wasn’t successful, “and now their smushed!”
Osamu reached out, pushing the cider slowly closer to the centre of the table, saving it from the fate of drenching Atsumus jeans.
A distraught look came over his face, clear in his drunk state, as realisation hit him “they could have had a brother.”
There was a beat of silence, both brother staring in tearful horror at their mirror image, thoughts on the same path of despair and isolation, a situation that would never happen, could never happen.
The path of their brother being crushed into fruit, gone from the world.
The whale that was let out from one of them caused more than one person to jump.
Osamu lunged forward, knocking Atsumu backwards onto the booth, causing them to become an entanglement of limbs. Atsumu welcomed him, arms tightening around his twin, both now blubbing though their tears.
“’tsumu!”
“’samu!”
“But,”Osamu sniffled, shoving his face into Atsumus neck, “But, they need their brother!”
“Ya!” Atsumu agreed, nodding his head and accidently banging his chin into Osamu forehead, causing a quiet ‘ow’, he patted Osamu back in both apology and comfort. “But its ok, cuz the brother probably went with ‘em, both in the same bottle.”
Osamu wiped his eyes of the edge of Atsumu jacket, the zipper scratching slightly, “ya? Yer think so?”
“I know so,” he said determinedly, “Brothers don’t leave each other for separate bottles”
Osamus voice wavered, “they get crushed together”
It was stupid and crazy, a drunken haze causing a tidal wave of emotions. It was a subtle promise, hidden under a blanket of inhabitations, neither brave enough to ever mention a conversation similar when sober.
Their grip on each other tightened, a new wave of tears crashing over them.
“The fuck are you doing”
“And why are you crying?”
Both Sakusa and Suna stood at the end of the table, both confused, one annoyed, the other amused.
Their saviours
“Omi!”
“Rin-Rin!”
“Why are you crying?”
At Sunas amused question, Atsumu teared up again, pulling his brother closer at the image of him being squashed into a bottle
Osamu, however had different plan, battering off Atsumus hands to flop forward onto Suna, the taller man letting out a huff at the sudden weight.
Atsumu stared in betrayal, his brother leaving him for his boyfriend, before he was suddenly yanked up, large and slender hands cradling his jaw. The unexpected sensation of a cold wet wipe caused him to unsuccessfully jerk back, stopped by a pinching grip. A good thing probably seeing as Atsumu was struggling to balance on two feet due to sudden movement.
“Ow!” Sakusa didn’t pause, continuing to wipe the setters face, sliding them over to Suna when he was satisfied.
Sakusa foldered the wipe and put it on the tray, hands moving to steady the blond who was slumping on him without actual touching, relaxing into the firm grip of his boyfriend.
An irritated, yet mostly fond look came over his face, the sight of his smashed boyfriend still trying to respect his boundaries even when he so oblivious in the cuddly phase of drinking.
“What we’re you even crying like fools for?”
Atsumu took a step back, but kept both hands on his wrists, a deadly serious look overcoming his face “cider.”
“Cider?” At Atsumu fast nod, he sighed “what am I going to do with you?”
Whatever the answer would have been was cut off, Suna dumping an identical weight into his arms with a snicker watching Sakusa scramble to keep the two off them upright.
“You can take them outside, I need to pay the tab they both swore they wouldn’t open”
Well, that would explain the reason as to why the brothers were currently struggling to stay standing.
Atsumu took Osamu nearly asleep on Sakusas shoulder without being pushed off as an invitation, lifting up his spare arm to cuddle up underneath, already hazy as the excitement of the night wore off.
“Omi-Omi” Atsumu giggled into his boyfriends’ shoulder, nuzzling his shoulder sluggishly.
Kiyoomi looked down from where he had been trying to scowl at Suna at the opposite side of the room, an eyebrow rising despite the immediate softening of his face. “What?”
“Nothing” Atsumu smiled, a pretty pink blush becoming more noticeable, “Jus’ like sayin’ yer name.”
Kiyoomi couldn’t stop the look of fondness that he knew was plainly displayed on his face.
Atsumu carried on, oblivious “Omi, Omi,Omi” voice airy and giggles scattered though out. The unflattering pub lights highlighted his skin, greasy from the long day and longer night, hair damp from sweat and splashes of beer from where Osamu had tried to dump it on him at the start of the night. He looked the complete opposite the public usually saw, the rugged yet handsome look he’d carefully crafted ruined though out the pub crawl.
Yet the blush was high on his checks, eyes closed with a soft-dazed smile as he trusted Kiyoomi to not drop him, affection clear on his face.
Kiyoomis voice was tender, too tender for a dimly lit pub at 3 in the morning, but wild horse couldn’t stop his next words. “I love you.”
Atsumu looked up, leaning impossible closer which only further emphasised the slight hight difference. The smile on his face was impossible bright, mouth opening to say-
“Gross”
And just like that the moment was came to a screeching stop.
How Kiyoomi had manged to forget he was holding up a full-grown man, he wouldn’t be able to tell you.
“’SAMU!” Atsumu barked, throwing himself forward despite the tight arm around his shoulders. “You scrub!”
“What was I meant to do, huh? Stand there and throw up instead?”
Kiyoomi sighed and intervened before a the twins started a bar brawl, each arm yanking a twin away from the other. Said movement nearly causing Osamu to pitch forward, the tight grip around his waist being the only thing stopping him from face planting the sticky wooden floor.
“Ok, we’re moving.” Kiyoomi told them as if toddlers, angling them to the exit “left foot, then right”
Thankfully they listened, Kiyoomi letting go of Osamu once it was clear he wasn’t going to do a repeat.
A couple of minutes after leaving the pub, Suna finally followed, moving swiftly to where Osamu was dozing off leaning on the wall, making Kiyoomi wince just looking at him.
“Ok,” huffed Suna his hand circling Osamu waist as he threw his arm over his shoulder, basically carrying his boyfriend, “say bye now.”
Osamu hummed, eyes closed “Bye Kiyo-kun”
Atsumu mindlessly echoed it, making Kiyoomi looked down in bemusement. “Atsumu you’re coming with me.”
“Yay” Atsumu quietly cheered, letting Kiyoomi take more of his weight.
Osamus eyes snapped open with a gasp, head whipping between Suna and Kiyoomi in betrayal, “You’re splitting us up!”
Suna stared in confusion, tone puzzled “You live on opposite sides of town.”
Atsumu shot up just as quick, looking devastated before quickly switching to righteous anger. He learnt away from Kiyoomi, clumsily shoving the helping hands off his body “You Basterds!”
The atmosphere was now complete changed, Osamu copying his motions, now glaring at the two men currently frozen in disbelief, the effect was lost however as he couldn’t focus his eyes in the correct direction.
Atsumu stubbled closer to his twin, squaring up to the two men trying to force them apart. A quick glance to Osamu confirmed it as they bumped shoulders, both twins immediately agreeing.
They wouldn’t be squished into different bottles.
“I’m not going to let yer squish us into-“ A Burb interrupted Osamu passionate speech, “into different bottles you machines!”
“Are you serious right now?!”
“’Sumu, what on earth are you going on about?”
Their voices over lapped, both of the black-haired men feeling like they had missed a complete conversation. An important one apparently judging on the firm look of resolve the twins had.
A standoff commenced, the sudden silence reviling the noise of the city, seeming to emphasise the late time.
“Fine!” Kiyoomi snapped, exasperated. “Mine or yours?” He directed at Suna
Suna smirked, a teasing expression taking place of the former look of confused irradiation, “Now Sakusa-Kun, slow down, you haven’t even taken me to dinner first.”
Sakusa rolled his eyes, smirking slightly as he responded, “I brought you the last round, that’s more than enough for someone like you.”
Suna huffed, laughing slightly, “I have standards Kiyo-chan.”
Kiyoomi immediately scowled “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not, it sounds so cute?” he teased.
Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, “I should have never let you meet my sister.”
Suna laughed, eyes drifting away as he opened his eyes to respond before suddenly freezing, something like fear entering his expression.
“Uhm, Sakusa” Kiyoomi raised an eyebrow in question “Where are the twins?”
Kiyoomi shot his head round,the street was empty, only a few people hanging around the pub entrance, looking all of a sudden scary and dangerous. The only light the occasional yellow streetlamp and the dim light of the full moon. No brown or bleached blond hair in sight.
The both of them stared blankly for one second, then another.
“Oh fuck.”