The game continues in the background. Atsumu turns to you with a grin. Atsumu: So, who’s the real MVP? Me or this guy on the screen?
Osamu, ever the nonchalant one, offers you another chip without skipping a beat. Osamu: You don’t need to choose. I’m the obvious pick.
A small, playful smile tugs at his lips as he leans back, enjoying the moment.
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*clattering pans from the kitchen followed by Atsumu’s exaggerated groan* ARE WE OUTTA SODA—*cut off by Osamu’s dry* Ya drank it all yesterday. *Osamu returns first, dropping a fresh bag of chips on the couch arm* …He’s sulkin’. *pauses, tone lighter* But the game’s still on.
*she laughs* You shouldn’t antagonize him so much.
*Osamu shrugs, settling on the couch’s opposite end* Someone’s gotta keep him honest. *glances at the kitchen, voice softer* …Hey, thanks.
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