Atsumu could have an *PersoCom just like his twin Osamu already has, but he didn’t. He wasn’t interested in something that everyone else has, and less interested in having them as lovers.
"If ya don't understand, ya should just fall in love already, dumbass" was what both Rintarou and Osamu replied to him when Atsumu asked them about why they fell in love with Motoya and Tobio.
And he wanted that. Fall in love.
But Atsumu couldn’t fully grasp why they fell in love with them knowing the fact that Tobio and Motoya aren’t humans. “Why would’ya choose a robot instead of another human being?” he asked to himself again and again, just to receive “you’ll know someday” as answer.
And damn them, they were right.
Someday, coming very late from a mixer that Samu pushed him to go “have fun”, Atsumu saw someone wandering in the streets, in the opposite way he was going. The blond saw that person walking to him at distance, because his orange hair was easy to notice in the dawn lights.
So easily noticed that he asked if this little guy wasn’t the Sun himself. And staring too much at other person is something he never did before.
“Aint’ya crazy, Atsumu?” he thought after his body betrayed his brain, deciding for say hi to the stranger before him.
“Where yer going? Need some help?” Atsumu asked and the little guy looked back at him. With pretty brown eyes who matched that bright orange, is what the blond thought… Before becoming a whole mess, that is.
“H-Hey, if ya don’t have anywhere to go, wanna come to my home?”. ‘Yeah, nice one, you dumbass!’ is what he knows everyone would say to him, but for some reason, Atsumu didn’t want to let this stranger wander alone.
“It’s close by, and I said my house but yer coming to my neighbor first; maybe Shinsuke-san and Wakatoshi-san will help ya more than me. They have a daughter who should have left something behind that… you can use despite being a guy”.
He said while getting more and more flustered, ears getting more redder at the guy who kept staring at him. With earnest eyes who still didn’t knew mistrust. With no knowledge about how embarrassing is being naked in front of someone.
After finally getting the courage to cover the little guy with his jacket, and finally calming down a bit, Atsumu asked what the “sunshine guy” wanted to do. He couldn't leave that guy alone anymore, not in the state he was right in front of him.
Again, he received a long stare without a response. And that made the blondie thinks if he was doing the right thing. He just sighed and decided to skip that question and help the stranger, anyway.
“...Yer coming with me. Yer name?” he asked already turning his back to the stranger, a bit annoyed after his asks being ignored all this time. The blush in his ears finally going away too.
“It’s Shoyou” came in a whispered answer, one that he thought Atsumu almost didn’t hear and never would noticed if he wasn’t pulled by his companion.
He tripped backwards, asking a very confused “Whadd’ya doin’?!” to the person holding his hands. Atsumu reaction scared the little guy a bit, but after some attempts, he finally muttered “Shoyou”.
Atsumu looked at him and hummed, surprised, and said “Yer name is Shoyou? Great. My name is Miya Atsumu, nice to meet’ya, Shoyou!”, smiling after finally getting some answer.
In response, Shoyou nodded happily and smiled back to him. And Atsumu didn’t get to know how he got home that day.
After getting home (somewhat really tired), Atsumu throws himself at the sofa in his living room. He was exhausted after explaining everything in details to the Ushijimas living right at the next apartment, a couple that he is friend with.
Shinsuke and Wakatoshi known Atsumu and his brother for almost ten years. Specially Osamu, for being the owner of Onigiri Miya, their favorite food store (a place that the couple and even Atsumu frequently visits). Because of that, Atsumu feels comfortable with them.
But not that day.
Shinsuke was hella scary, probably because his face plastered a smile but his eyes weren’t smiling at all. He was always like that when the subject was serious.
A clear sign to Atsumu that he really was doomed; that explain why his mind said “run” before he entered Ushijima household. And his body was more wanting to run than listening what Shinsuke had to say.
“So… Care to explain what are you doing, Atsumu?” Shinsuke said, after Atsumu finally settling down in the couch on the living room. The blond tried to keep yourself calm, but was failing miserably and his body showed that, jerking just from hearing that simple ask.
Desperate, Atsumu looked around but for no avail. Even Wakatoshi-san remained silent to his husband, just giving the lead of the conversation to Shinsuke.
And Shoyou… Well, was just mimicking the way that Atsumu was sitting in seiza*. Oblivious to everything. Not helpful in nothing at that very moment.
“I… Just picked him up, I think...? On my way to home… I mean, He is my--”
Atsumu started to talk and finally took courage to look at them, but just saw Wakatoshi sighing and obviously giving up in help him after what he said. Yeah, his guts were right and he was in a pinch that even Osamu couldn’t help him out.
“First, let me see if I heard everything right from Rintarou and Osamu.” Shinsuke’s voice was calm like always, just like him. But of course, that’s exactly why it always made the Miya twins and even Suna actually fear and respect him. His voice was calmer just like the river making his way through canyons and forests. That was the type sharpness he always had.
“You go to a mixer, drank all night long and for the first time in all this years, came back home in the morning, carrying in your back someone you don’t even know. Is that all, Atsumu?” said Shinsuke, eyes fitting more Atsumu than Shoyou.
A very meek “aye” found his way in Atsumu thoughts, and tumbled upon his tongue. Was the minimum his brain could elaborate at that point. It was everything he could say right now, without stuttering like crazy, at least.
Trying to help Atsumu a little and breaks the insufferable hailstorm to keep going, Wakatoshi put his hand over Shinsuke’s and intertwined their fingers, saying “it’s better we give some spare clothes from our daughter to Atsumu’s friend” with his stern voice but also trying to sooth the situation. He thought in doing that would finally settle everyone nerves, after all.
“Something that matches his tall figure but not the first impression I had before”, Atsumu thought. He never expected that Wakatoshi would be thoughtful of other people besides Shinsuke. But in their situation, letting someone wearing only a jacket run around in their house… Yeah, not good at all.
Only thoughts, of course. He wasn’t crazy to say that open loud, never. Knowing who is Wakatoshi’s wife, he would never do that. And the turmoil happening in Atsumu’s mind never weren’t matching with the hurtful silence coming from Shinsuke. That was way more scaring than Wakatoshi, for sure.
After ten minutes, just ten minutes that seemed like eternity, Wakatoshi came back from the second floor. For Atsumu’s relief, the blondie felt he could breathe again. “My savior finally came back” is what he thought. At this point, he was referring to the clothes and for Shinsuke finally accepting the situation.
“Miya Atsumu, here. Your friend can use these clothes and shoes.” That was everything Wakatoshi said to Atsumu, dumping in his arms a huge pile of clothes and signaling with his eyes an “get out, I’ll talk with him”. Thing that was quickly understood by the blondie before him.
Atsumu nimbly and fast held the clothes close to his body with one of his arms, and called Shoyou. He just wanted to leave and nothing would prevent him from doing that.
Shoyou, on other hand, ignored the whole cold war that happened in that living room. He was more curious in everything in that house. Because he felt that he knew the books and their covers, and even the lavender aroma seemed familiar to him.
“Shoyou, yer okay? Wanna be here?” made the little guy snap off his brief daze. Atsumu was looking at him, with curious eyes at the book he had in hands.
Atsumu waited for Shoyou put the book in the shelves again, but instead, he did the opposite. Shoyou wanted the book too. For some reason, more than the clothes borrowed from Ushijima’s couple.
Shinsuke looked at that exchange between them the whole time. Looking specially at the young guy who seemed have no more than 24 years, the one with orange hair, and sighed. Atsumu would never convince that boy to leave.
“You can have the book for now, if you promise to me that you’ll take care of it.” Shinsuke said, flat-tone, while approaching himself to Shoyou and Atsumu.
Shoyou at first stared at him, and then to the book, and nodded vigorously to that. He wasn’t talking, but certainly understood what was told to him. And happy that he could have the book, he grabbed Atsumu that was free and pulled him to the door.
Before leaving, though, Atsumu said thanks and bowed to Wakatoshi and Shinsuke. And after making Shoyou bow to them, they finally left Ushijima’s house.
“Wakatoshi. Do you think everything will be okay for that child?”, said Shinsuke, looking at them from the windows, walking down the streets.
“Yeah, they’ll be fine. Our child chose him, after all.”
That was the answer Wakatoshi gave to his husband before wrap his arms around Shinsuke. Giving the warmth that like always, the safety that wasn’t asked but were needed in that moment.
The reason for that, however, both Atsumu and Shoyou would only know later.