[Atsumu pov 1 year later]

"Osaaaa-"

"Shut up, you'll wake up mom and dad." Osamu huffed.

"I can't sleep," I mumbled, "Do ya think we'll see the number 10 tomorrow?"

"Who?"

"HINATA!"

"SHUT UP!" Osamu growled.

"Well it's yer fault for being forgetful," I pouted, "but that's beside the point. Do ya think we'll see him?" I rolled over to face his bed.

Osamu sighed. "I don't know. Ya probably will."

With a nervous smile, I stuttered, "Y- yeah I guess s- so."

"I don't get it 'Tsumu ." Osamu sat up and faced my bed. "Why haven't ya let him go yet? I mean, maybe not let him go since he was never yers, but how come you haven't gotten over your crush on him? Ya don't even know him all that well. The most ya know about him is probably his playing style, but that's it."

I paused to think for a moment, then sat up. "Ya know Samu, I'm not too sure. There's something about him that makes me happy. Whenever I saw him, I just wanted to see that cheeky smile, or hear him laugh." I looked at my brother. "And something about seeing him that way made me so happy. Maybe happy isn't the right word. Perhaps complete?" I smiled at the ceiling and sighed. "At our match last year, when I did a setter dump, he laughed, because of me. Being the cause of that made me play a lot better, I don't know if ya noticed." I lay back down and closed my eyes. "I just know I really want to be a reason for his smile, for the rest of my life."

[3rd pov]

Osamu heard Atsumu's snores and sighed. 

"Big talk from a 3rd year who forgot to cover himself with his blankets," he muttered.

Atsumu had been practicing pretty hard the last few weeks, to impress Hinata no doubt. Osamu wasn't surprised that Atsumu passed out mid conversation.

He walked over and tucked his brother in. "Call it a twin thing, but I think yer going to get seriously hurt." Osamu walked over to his own bed and tucked himself in. His mind started running flashbacks from Atsumu's last break up. His brother's crying face, and his inability to get out of bed. Like last time, he thought. 

The last thoughts on his mind were of when his brother finally lands a good guy, and gets married, he better be the best man.

Author's note:

This chapter is a lot shorter. I felt like crap today, and writing is therapeutic for me. Hope you enjoyed!

Word count: 365