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During his first few years of life Suna Rintarou would often be found alone.
A bit odd and kind of a weirdo, he often found it very hard to make friends. It seemed like not many people appreciated sarcasm and fun facts about bugs. In elementary school his only friend, that wasn’t his mom, was imaginary.
It stands to reason though. Who wants to hang out with a nasty little jerk that likes to push people’s buttons anyway? It wasn’t his fault exactly, he just couldn’t hold back his tongue to save his life. Oftentimes he accidentally made his classmates cry. Note to self: telling someone they have an ugly forehead is never well received.
His mom was often called to the school to settle matters between his classmates' parents. Needless to say he was not invited to a lot of birthday parties and not many people celebrated his birthday either. It was as depressing as it sounds.
During these trying times Rintarou would glue himself to his phone. A shitty little thing with shitty storage and even shittier camera quality.
Rintarou loved it and he especially liked taking pictures. Photos ranging from a cat sunbathing on a low wall, to mice scuttling around the back of stores. Anything weird and not necessarily beautiful—just different.
Throughout the long hours of his day he could always be seen with his phone. If only to prevent any awkward moments with his classmates. He’d download games and videos to watch during his spare time and keep to himself as best he could.
Truth be told, Rintarou thought this would be a trend that would follow him for the rest of his life. Always lonely, always by himself. Suna Rintarou wasn’t built to have friends.
That is until he met the twins in his first year of high school.
After living in the Aichi Prefecture, Rintarou’s whole life took a turn when he was just fourteen. A few months after his parents divorce, his mom got a job offer in Hyogo. Rintarou was just glad she got complete custody over him. His deadbeat dad honestly didn’t seem to care either way, as long as he didn’t have to pay child support.
As easy as it was to leave his life in Nagoya, to choose his mom over everything else, Rintarou was still not happy to let go of everything he had ever known just to join in on the neverending fun that came with living in some lost little town in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. But alas, his mom had a well paying job in the bag and it didn’t hurt that he had been scouted to play for Inarizaki.
Oh, the joy.
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The first time Rintarou saw the twins was nothing short of chaotic.
It was his first day of school, already a bundle of nerves and anxiety, completely alone in a place where friendships had been well established for years now.
Simply put, Rintarou was shitting bricks.
He was walking around, trying to find his homeroom when out of nowhere he heard a huge commotion coming from the stairs by the end of the hallway. The waves of students making their way to class didn’t seem to notice the ruckus, the yells and obscenities coming from down the hall.
Always curious, Rintarou chose to go over to investigate. After all, what did he have to lose? At this rate he would never find a way to his class alone and everyone else in this damn school seemed determined to ignore him. Maybe if he helped whatever kind of cat fight was going on he could maybe ask for directions. Rounding the corner, Rintarou looked down the stairs.
In the landing between the second and first floor two boys were in the middle of a ruthless fight. Kicks and punches galore.
Rintarou was horrified.
Was this how public schools far from the city were like? With bullying and violence? He was originally from a fancy private school that didn’t even tolerate name calling so this was beyond anything he was used to.
Neither of the boys seemed to want to back down, both putting everything they had in every punch or shove. When one of them went in for a punch the other grabbed him by the wrist. The first one pulled back a punch with his other hand and was held back again. They wrestled for the upper hand.
Okay, who the hell are these freaks?
Rintarou was perturbed but hell if this wasn't peak entertainment.
He decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth and took out his phone to begin recording the fight. Partly for his own amusement and partly for future extortion. Blackmail is a currency seldom found this easily. Who knows, maybe it would come in handy sometime.
Rintarou had long ago perfected this defense mechanism. An easy target at first glance, stick thin and unassuming, no one ever suspected he had an ace up his sleeve.
Whoever messed with him would be delt with enough dirt to bury them alive.
Rintarou snapped out of his gleeful mood when the a bell rang twice, signaling the start of first period. Fuck. Rintarou was already late to his first class. Behind him, the formerly crowded hall full of students, was now deserted.
The two idiots didn’t notice or didn’t care about the bell but Rintarou wasn’t about to wait out their stupidity and risk embarrassment on his first day of school. He had to get to his class ASAP.
“Do you guys know where class 1-B is?!” Rintaoru called over the chaos going on in front of him. His voice seemed to get through their thick skulls because, at once, they both stopped and looked up at Rintarou.
Looking at them, really looking at them, Rintarou noticed something interesting.
First he took note of the identical shades of dark-ish hair, then the charming freckles dotted on identical noses and cheeks, and finally hooded eyes a little too light in color to be called brown.
Rintarou reached his conclusion in half a second. However, unfortunately for the people in front of him, he let himself run his mouth immediately after.
“Ew, twins,” Rintarou said without thinking.
Distantly he knew he was being nasty again, this was no way to make friends but he honestly couldn’t care less, these two looked like idiots anyway.
“Who the hell are you?” one of them asked in confusion, the one on the left. His untucked shirt and disheveled hair would have sent any school administrator into cardiac arrest. Not to mention the bloody nose. He looked mighty pissed off.
What did he have to be pissed off about?! Rintarou was just looking for directions for fuck's sake.
“Do you guys know where class 1-B is or not?” he repeated.
They seemed to have calmed now at least. “Yeah, we know.” The one on the right said, with his blazer sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a mean looking black eye.
Rintarou felt annoyance cloud his level headedness. “Are you gonna tell me where it is?” he asked impatiently.
“Nope,” the one on the right said with a cocky bastard smile. If it weren't for the mischief behind his eyes Rintarou would have even described him as attractive. In a dangerous 'don't get too close or he'll bite' way.
Even before getting to know them, Rintarou should have known these were not normal individuals.
Pissed off, Rintarou turned to leave but was stopped when he heard the boy call out. “You're the new kid arentcha?”
Rintarou stopped and turned back around. “What about it dipshit?” he snapped.
The cocky bastard looked at his twin. “Oh shit, you know what? We could ask him!”
“Or we could just wait for Aran,” the other one said, speaking up for the first time since he asked Rintarou who the hell he was. He struck Rintarou as someone quiet, very different to the cocky little gremlin next to him. “The new kid looks like an edgy emo loser, he probably won’t know what we’re talking about anyway.”
Nevermind, not quiet at all, this guy was an asshole and would be addressed by Rintarou as such.
“But, then again,” The Asshole continued. “Aran said that if we bother him again he’s going to knock our heads together so hard we’ll become conjoined.”
The Bastard cringed. “Graphic one, ain’t he?”
“Amen to that,” The Asshole said. “Let’s just ask the loser.”
“You guys do know I can hear you right? I can just leave,” Rintarou said, unimpressed.
With the same infuriatingly arrogant smile the boy to the right directed his attention towards Rintarou. “Tell you what, we’ll show you where your class is if you do this one thing for us.”
It wasn’t like Rintarou could get to class on time by this point anyway. The hallways were way past empty by now. “And what would I have to do?” he asked.
“Just answer this: Who do you think is the strongest anime protagonist? My brother here says Doraemon but I think it’s Goku.”
Rintarou’s entire world screeched to a stop and confusion morphed his face into an annoyed grimace. So much chaos over such a dumbass argument about anime characters? What the fuck.
Rintarou couldn't help his annoyed scowl. “What?”
The Bastard looked as annoyed as Rintarou felt. For what reason? He couldn’t say. “Are you deaf?”
“I’m just trying to process so much stupidity at once,” Rintarou replied.
The Bastard frowned. “Hey!”
“Burn,” The Asshole laughed. Rintarou was momentarily distracted by the two dimples adorning his cheeks. “So what’s your answer New Kid,” The Asshole asked.
Rintarou rolled his eyes, “Are you two dumb? It’s Sailor Moon obviously.”
After a momentary pause The Asshole leveled Rintarou with the most unimpressed look one could be graced with, as if he were worse than a cockroach. “Hey jackass,” he said. “Are you gonna share your infinite wisdom with us or nah.”
The Bastard wrinkled his nose. “Doesn't Sailor Moon, like, shoot rainbow lasers or somethin’?”
Rintarou was almost struck dumb at the nerve of this guy. In his mind Rintarou renamed ‘The Bastard’ as ‘The Idiot’ instead. “Ignorance isn’t a good look on you, dumbass,” he sneered.
“Enlighten me,” The Idiot challenged.
“Fine,” Rintarou massaged his temples. “Usagi is a normal human being but when she transforms into Sailor Moon she has the ability to destroy planets.”
“How do we know you’re not just making stuff up,” The Asshole challenged.
Rintarou had a vague suspicion it was just to tick him off but didn’t rise to the bait. “Fact check me if you want bitch. I don’t care.”
When The Asshole didn’t say anything again Rintarou went on.
“Usagi and her daughter once blew up Wiseman, who’s like a sentient planet. And that was before she unlocked her stronger forms. Super Sailor Moon and Eternal Sailor Moon." Rintarou paused again but the twins were listening intently and didn't seem keen on interrupting again. He continued, "Each of those transformations increase her magical abilities, which allow her to fight strong enemies, like the time she fought an outer-dimensional entity or something. And then, in the final arc, Eternal Sailor Moon fights Sailor Galaxia, who’s the strongest of all Sailor Soldiers, and has the Sapphire Crystal, which is a counter to Usagi's own Silver Crystal that is powerful enough to blow up galaxies.”
“How do you know so much about Sailor Moon?” The Idiot asked.
“My cousin used to make me watch the anime with her, I ended up liking it.”
The Asshole opened his mouth to say something but got distracted by a quick look at his watch. “Ah! Class started seven minutes ago!”
“Fuck, we’re late!” The Idiot scrambled to get his uniform in order. Both gathering their stuff they promptly raced down the rest of the stairs.
Those fuckers didn't even give him directions like they'd promised.
Angrily, Rintarou walked over to the main office and asked one of the nice ladies working there where his class was, receiving some light scolding from the receptionist for waiting so long to ask directions. Upon mentioning the commotion with the twins she winced. “You’re new so you probably don’t know but it would probably be best if you stayed away from them, okay sweetie?”
Rintarou’s first day went by without a hitch after that. His teacher didn’t mind his tardiness and his classmates seemed nice enough. At least the terror twins weren’t in his homeroom.
Silver linings.
Lunch was a little lonely, eating all by himself in his class with no one to talk to. Very boring too.
By the end of the day he had mostly forgotten about the twins.
_-_-_-_-_-_-_
He had counted his blessings too soon because the next day the two gremlins made their appearance during lunch. Rintarou was busy bracing himself for another lonely lunch period spent by himself and didn’t notice the commotion going on near the door of his classroom.
“New Kid!” a familiar voice said.
Rintarou looked up from his lunch to find the twins right in front of his desk. The Asshole looked as done with everything as last time and The Idiot had an infuriatingly carefree smile.
“Fuck,” Rintarou muttered. He was definitely going to get bullied by these maggots.
The Asshole took a chair from a nearby desk and sat down next to Rintarou, taking up the only walking space between the desks. “We need you to settle something for us.”
“I’m all ears,” Rintarou said sarcastically.
The Idiot just sat on top of Rintarou’s desk, right next to his food, completely unbothered by the death glare he received in return. “You look like you know your way around comics,” he said casually.
Caught off guard Rintarou shrugged. “I dabble."
“How much do you know about Batman comics?” he continued.
God, what’s with the third degree? “Enough,” he said curtly.
“Okay. Whatever, jackass,” The Asshole rolled his eyes. “Tsumu here says that Damian Wayne could beat Tim Drake in a fair fight. What do you think?”
Rintarou took a second to contemplate every single life decision that led to this moment and sent a quick prayer to whatever deity was up there, hoping against hope that in his next life he would just be reborn as a slug and not deal with this bulllshit.
Scrubbing a hand over his face he gave in. “Alright, so, even though Damian does have a lot of lethal skills under his belt he’s still only eight years old. Have you ever been around an eight year old? You can punt those little gremlins across a football field no problem. Tim Drake would definitely win.”
“Ha!” The Asshole turned a taunting smirk onto his brother. “The new kid agrees with me!”
The Idiot crossed his arms petulantly. “Whatever.”
“You really hate to be in the wrong, ya fucking loser,” his twin laughed.
While the two idiots bickered, Rintarou thought this would be the perfect time to bring up something that had been bothering him. “You guys do know I have a name right? You can’t just keep calling me ‘New Kid.’”
The twins stopped fighting abruptly and shared a conspiratory look with each other. The Asshole raised his eyebrows and The Idiot just smiled back. Rintarou had a vague suspicion he was being left out of some sort of secret conversation.
“What’s your name then?” asked The Idiot. It sounded like a taunt.
“Suna.”
“I’m Atsumu,” said The Idiot.
“I’m Osamu,” said The Asshole.
After an awkward silence wherein Rintarou refused to humor the twins’ attempt at conversation they both stood up.
“Well, see ya Suna!” Atsumu called over his shoulder.
Osamu gave a little wave goodbye as he left.
“Yeah bye,” Rintaoru said half heartedly. Not like he wanted to admit it but this momentary visit from the twins had awarded him some small respite from the depressing loneliness that came from not having any friends.
This momentary lapse in judgement lasted until the afternoon when Rintaoru went to the gym for volleyball practice. He hadn’t gone the day before because he still hadn’t bought the uniform yet.
Walking through the front doors of the gym Rintarou heard a familiar sound: a ruckus, yelling and multiple creative obscenities. With dread building in his gut he pushed open the door and found what he already had a feeling he would see. The twins were too busy brawling to see him enter.
They were as aggressive as the first time Rintarou had seen them, both of them fell on the floor and Atsumu elbowed his brother hard in the face. Rintarou winced when he received a hard kick in the shin.
Rintarou brought out his phone and began to record for some delicious blackmail. He heard a long suffering sigh a fair distance from his right and, still recording, looked up at a tall ass dude with dark skin and a clean cut appearance.
“Whose turn is it this time?” he asked a boy next to him, significantly shorter. His strange hair was what caught RIntarou’s attention the most, light gray in color with black tips at the ends.
The shorter one let out a similar sigh. “I'll take care of it Aran, don't worry.” He walked over to the twins, “Stop it,” he said calmly.
The twins immediately stopped.
“Kita-san!” Atsumu pushed his brother off him but didn't get off the ground. “When did you get here?”
With the fun over Rintarou pocketed his phone. Kita crossed his arms, completely done with their shit. “I’ve been here for as long as you two have been fighting.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Osamu, still on the floor, landed a surprise sucker punch on the back of Atsumu’s head.
“Fucker,” Atsumu rubbed the back of his head.
“Eat shit,” Osamu shot back.
“If you two are done wasting everyone’s time please let me know,” Kita said politely.
The twins winced. “Sorry,” they said in unison.
Aran walked up to them with a disappointed shake of his head. “You guys should know better.”
“Hey Aran,” Osamu drawled. “I’m too weak to get up, help me.”
"Oh!" Atsumu exclaimed. "Me too!"
Even if he rolled his eyes, Aran still extended both his hands for Atsumu and Osamu respectively. Each taking one hand, Aran hauled them off the floor. With a little hop they went on their way towards a huddle in the middle of the gym.
Gathered around in a circle the captain introduced Rintarou to the rest of the team. From his peripheral vision he saw the twins hanging around Aran, clinging onto him like little insects, talking a mile a minute. Kita stood stoicly still, trying his best to pay attention to the captain.
The rest of practice went normally, with the twins not sparing Rintarou one passing glance.
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Even though he was thoroughly ignored during practice the twins made it a point to visit Rintarou in his class once a day for the following few weeks. More often than not they'd bring their lunch with them and harass Rintarou into listening to their dumbass arguments.
This threw him for a loop. After yesterday's radio silence during practice Rintarou had assumed the twins had grown bored of him and would find something else to keep them occupied. Nevertheless, they kept showing up again and again.
Their arguments usually followed the same theme. Who’s stronger, Goku or Superman? Who would win in a fight between The Ninja Turtles? If the kids from Goonies were in the Hunger Games who would be the victor?
After either kicking or punching each other, all of which Rintarou recorded for later blackmail, they'd turn to him for a tiebreaker, a definitive answer, the referee for their verbal combat, someone who could name the winner after every asinine little spat.
They always seemed to take his word as gospel, any argument would be settled with one word from Rintarou. No questions asked.
Atsumu always chose to sit on top of Rintarou’s desk, not caring the least bit about the papers and pencils scattered on top. Once, he even threw everything on the ground to make room for his ass, the fucking pick. With the manners of a sailor twelve months at sea, whenever Atsumu brought his lunch with him he'd often leave bits of his food in Rintarou's desk after he left.
Osamu, on the other hand, always stole the chair from a desk nearby, always taking up the walking space between the desks, never caring if someone had to walk around him to get to their table. He never left any food behind, unlike his brother. Be it in his container or on the floor, not one crumb survived if Osamu had a say in the matter.
These occurrences happened every day for the next two months. Same routine: harassment during lunch, complete uninterest during practice.
Rintarou settled the arguments as best he could. Even if he knew jack shit about The Ninja Turtles the twins would explain in detail what each turtle’s special set of skills were and why Raphael is the winner, or why Michaelagelo is clearly the best.
They were in the middle of another argument, about which of the DuckTales triplets would win in a fight when Atsumu suddenly stopped mid tangent and turned to Rintarou.
“Hey Suna,” Atsumu said. “What’s your name?”
Osamu rolled his eyes. “You just said it, dumbass.”
“I meant his name-name Samu.”
Osamu looked pensive. “Huh, you’re right.” He turned to Rintarou. “What’s your name-name Suna?”
Despite appreaces Atsumu and Osamu always seemed to be on the same dumbass wavelength. Rintarou had long ago let go of the need to point this out and just rolled with it. “Well, my first name would be Rintarou.”
“That’s a mouthful,” Atsumu wrinkled his nose.
This motherfucker.
Rintarou felt himself twitch. “So just call me Suna.”
Atsumu looked at him with even more annoyance. Rintarou thought this would be one of those times when Atsumu spits braindead shit and Osamu calls him out for it but one look at the more serious twin and Rintarou was met with the same look of irritation.
“That’s boring, everyone calls you that,” Osamu explained.
Rintarou knew they wouldn’t let this go, the twins had made up their mind and nothing short of death could stop these little jerks from getting what they wanted.
Atsumu held his chin, thinking dramatically. “Suna, Suna, Suna.”
“Rintarou,” Osamu drawled. After a small pause he snapped his fingers. “How about Rin?”
“Oh! Rin is a good one!” Atsumu turned to Rintarou. “What about Sunarin though?”
Snorting out a laugh, Osamu turned a taunting smile to Rintarou knowing full well how Rintarou felt about such a cutesy sounding nickname. “Yeah, Sunarin, how do you like your new nickname?”
Atsumu kicked his brother in the shin. “Hey don’t steal my nickname for him!”
“It’s not trademarked! I can use it if I want to.”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Yuh-huh.”
Rintarou knew Osamu didn’t even like the nickname but whenever he was in the same vicinity as Atsumu his IQ always seemed to plummet into the depths of the earth.
Lucky for Rintarou, sudden childish outbursts weren’t uncommon ground, he had long been acquainted with the diplomatic skills needed to deal with the twins. “How about Atsumu uses Sunarin and Osamu uses Rin?” he asked.
Osamu blinked. “Oh.”
“Okay,” Atsumu shrugged. “But you like Sunarin more, dontcha?”
“It’s fine,” Rintarou said.
“In Suna-speak ‘fine’ means he likes it,” Atsumu whispered to his brother.
“Since when do you know Suna-speak?” Osamu whispered back.
“Since ever, duh. You wouldn’t understand 'cause I’m closer with Sunarin anway.”
“Horseshit!” Osamu said. “Hey Rin, who do you think knows you better, me or Tsumu?”
Ever since that incident it seemed like Rintarou would forever be in the middle of an endless tug of war between Atsumu and Osamu, with him being the prize to be won.
What at first were just questions about power scaling soon turned into more trivial conversation topics. Gone were the days of mindless chatter about fights between fictional characters. Rintarou stayed neutral for the most part, only ever picking sides whenever it was important to do so. It was always the same cycle again and again, the twins fight, Rintarou intervenes, they fight again.
Rintarou would often find himself in the middle of a heated debate during lunch. Leaning back against his chair he would watch as the twins fought. Which is the best flavor of onigiri? Which color is better, silver or gold? Do worms have feelings and if they do what do they feel? What are cockroaches made of? If they’re so indestructible could we make an armour of what they are made of and survive a nuclear apocalypse? If Mario’s hair is brown but his moustache is black then what color are his pubes?
As uninterested as he tended to act Rintarou began to enjoy these daily arguments, watching the twins fight was sometimes really fucking hilarious. He often sneaked in videos whenever they fought. He sometimes showed them to his mom.
“I would love to meet them sometime, they seem like good friends,” she said.
The twins didn’t seem very interested in being friends with Rintarou, it was more like they were fascinated by him as a person.
What a bummer.
Whatever.
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A few months into this strange routine the twins joined Rintaoru in his class, as they tended to do. Each taking their usual seat, Rintarou suddenly realized he forgot his lunch.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“Wut,” Atsumu asked around a mouthful of food, sitting on top of the desk as he tended to do.
“I forgot my fucking lunch.”
The twins shared a look. Atsumu said, "You can have half of my lunch. If you want."
"What?" Rintarou asked. This was too nice and it went against what he knew of the twins, and especially Atsumu.
"I'm never that hungry anyways," he said quietly. Atsumu avoided eye contact at all costs as he handed Rintarou half of his lunch.
"Thanks," Rintarou muttered.
"Will that be enough though?" Osamu asked his brother. He tended to do that a lot, acting as if Rintarou weren't there, asking Atsumu instead of him directly.
"Yes," Rintarou answered before Atsumu could open his mouth.
Osamu raised his hands as if to plasate him and Atsumu began to rant about 'some scrub from his homeroom that can't read for shit.' Rintarou was just glad for the distraction.
As Rintarou began to eat he avoided looking at Osamu. He always got the feeling he wasn't liked that much, always given the cold shoulder for whatever reason. Atsumu more than made up for his brother in the friendliness department, making up conversations topics out of thin air and forever smiling, even though he was still a jerk through and through.
This was fact: Atsumu was more open, Osamu was not and yet, out of the corner of his eye Osamu, casually, as if it didn't matter to him either way, started putting more food into Rintarou's borrowed container.
Rintarou ate what he was given and took it as the peace offering that it was.
They spent the rest of the lunch period like they always did and Osamu seemed less cold than before.
_-_-_-_-_-_-_
After a few months Rintarou was well acquainted with everyone in the volleyball team. He knew the things he needed to know: their names, their number, how well they played and what their position were. It was all pretty professional on his part, honestly.
Apparently that was not the case for everyone else. They all liked to hang out outside of school, go over to each other’s house and study or whatever it is people do. He was way too familiar with the twins but not that much with the rest. He knew their names though. That was something at least.
Things would have stayed the same were it not for one hot ass day in the middle of the school year. It was hot enough that the Coach gave the team a breather for the last few minutes of practice.
Rintarou stared at the acid-fueled circus that were the twins in their most natural state: wrecking havok onto anyone nearby. Kita walked up to Rintarou, they had become closer in the past few months so his lack of expression and blunt demeanor was familiar by now.
“You’re not going to go over there?” he asked.
Rintarou grimaced. “No.”
“Oh? Why?”
“I’d rather just observe from afar,” he said truthfully.
They watched on in silence as the first years chased after Aran, Ōmimi and Akagi with the ball kart. Atsumu and Osamu were inside, throwing balls at their retreating backs, Kosaku and Ginjima were pushing the kart at breakneck speed.
Being part of their antics would be nice, but it wasn’t like he could just insert himself into what was already a pretty established friend group. It would be too awkward to just go over and be a part of the fun.
Aran got a hold of some of the fallen volleyballs and started throwing them at the first years without mercy. The rest of the second years followed his lead, and to the first year’s horror, they started gaining ground.
Kosaku and Ginjima fled, leaving Atsumu and Osamu alone, still inside the kart.
“Cowards!” Osamu yelled after them.
Aran grabbed Atsumu by the arm and hauled him out, Ōmimi doing the same with Osamu. Leaving them on the ground Akagi jumped inside, Aran and Ōmimi pushing from behind, dead set on revenge against the first years.
They went after Kosaku and Ginjima first.
With about two minutes before practice would be over Osamu looked at his brother and, very obviously, pointed at Rintarou. Atsumu nodded eagerly and started sprinting towards him, Osamu not far behind.
“Sunarin!” He stopped a few centimeters shy of barreling straight into Rintarou.
“What?” Rintarou pushed him away.
“We need you,” Osamu said.
“For what.”
“We need more manpower to defeat Aran, come on,” Atsumu urged.
Kita let out a quiet laugh. “You’re not going to ask for his opinion on the matter?”
“Nope!” Atsumu grinned.
Osamu took Rintarou by the arm and began leading him towards where Akagi was demolishing Kosaku and Ginjima with balls to the face.
Osamu looked at Rintarou pointedly. “I’ll get Akagi off the kart and you and Tsumu will push the kart away from Aran and Ōmimi.”
“Why do you get tasked with the easy job?” Atsumu asked his brother.
“Because I’m the only one strong enough to haul Akagi's fat ass off the kart.”
They spent the rest of their free time trying to overthrow the second year’s evil regime. After a while their coach called them over, putting an end to the madness. Afterwards, with a quick farewell, they went on their merry way.
Rintarou couldn't help the pleased thrum in his veins.
Interesting.