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As the gym was loud with the squeaks of shoes, the bounces of balls, The coach called for the boys to come into a huddle, To which the gym fell silent as the boys quickly gathered the balls and huddled around their coach.
‘Alright so, For the last 30ish minutes of practice, or if you guys are willing to stay after, i’ve managed to bring back two of our graduated third years,’ to which Atsumu gasped
‘Is aran back??’ He questioned as the two entered the gym, and just as Atsumu had hoped…
‘Everyone welcome Aran and Kita back’ Their coach said as the team bowed out of respect and Atsumu nearly tackled Aran.
‘Tsumu it’s not like i’ve been gone that long’ Aran said, Barely audible since the wind had been knocked out of him from being hit with all of Atsumu’s weight
‘Been long enough!’ Atsumu shouted, clinging to Aran like a baby to its mother.
‘Alright alright, Let’s split up into two teams, yeah?’ Coach Kurosu said, Splitting them off into two teams while the second team bickered that it wasn’t fair the twins somehow managed to get on the same team.
The coach said it didn’t matter, That was how it’d be.
SunaRin spoke up ‘Okay, So let’s make a bet then?’
Atsumu spoke up ‘Yer on. What’re we bettin'?’ Osamu's face palmed, knowing that this wouldn’t be good.
‘If we win, You and Samu have to Audition for this year's Musical.’
Osamu chuckled, hoping his twin wouldn’t agree to it. However, With Atsumus ego, Suna already knew he’d won the bet.
‘Yer on.’ Atsumu shook Rintarous hand to seal the deal, since he thought in his head that he for sure would win.
As the game went on, Osamu questioned his brothers faith in them, after all, their team did have more of the benched players.
Not that they were bad, just… out of practice. Atsumu wasn't giving up and had no issue in his confidence in his makeshift team. They played the first set and won, 25-23. The two teams switched sides, placing their things on the other sides, and the game started well.
Now, this is what happened, listen carefully.
The game got to 15-12, The twins’ team was winning, as everyone almost expected… But, things took a turn, better for SunaRin, Worse for Atsumu, who had betted him and his twins reputations away if they lost this game.
However, Since most of the team the Miyas were facing were either slow starters, or needed to adjust to their gameplay, The second set went exceedingly better then the first one.
Rintarou started getting his spikes down, and playing against your own team's best weapon is not easy.
Those vertical attacks are way too difficult. So, yeah, maybe they lost…A few points to them.
… 18-25
Osamu assured everyone it was alright, making sure they weren't giving up. Even though they would all love to see the pair in the play. As the third set went on, which would be the last set, Since it was already past practice time.
The third set didn't go much better, even though the twins did get a little better, using their quicks, and their crazy twin telepathy or whatever to trick their teammates. Which worked, most of the time. Not enough however.
Osamu had the last serve. He did his routine, his serve hitting the back wall. Unintentionally, of course, but…
‘Samu!? You just had ta hit it with all yer might, didn't ya!?’
‘Shut up, Tsumu. Ya do the same thing’
‘No I don't!!’
Samu looked at his brother, giving him a ‘be so for real.’ look
The twins were upset to find out that they ended up at the auditions for the play.
As the sun rises the next day, Suna wasted no time in messaging the twins to remind them to rehearse for their auditions, which took place in roughly a month.
Ding!
Samu checked his phone as he sat at the island in the Miya kitchen, and saw the text from Suna.
‘Don't forget the bet! Ya better rehearse!’
Samu tilted his head, only to be questioned by his twin. ‘Why ya sittin there lookin stupid, Samu?’
‘What does ‘rehearse’ mean?’ Osamu questioned his twin and typed the same question to the middle blocker. To which Atsumu groaned at the reminder of the bet he had made at the last practice.
‘ ‘Member that bet I made with SunaRin at practice?’
‘Shit’
‘Yup.’
‘Y’know.. We could get Suna ta help us out?’ Osamu suggested, meaning, Suna could be their… like, Agent, or manager. Atsumu wasted no time jumping on that idea, Since, just like everything else, Hed take this super seriously.
Moral of the story; Don't make a bet with your friends, if you're not willing to contribute to the misery.
But Suna? He was willing. Oh, He was PRAYING.
So, Naturally, he was at the Miya household within 20 minutes
‘So, what song are yall planning on using for your audition?’ Suna asked, as Mama Miya handed him a Plate, to which he dried, he never minded helping out.
‘Song?’ Osamu questioned. Clearly not understanding that his twin had signed them up for a MUSICAL.
‘Tsumu you betted us off to a MUSICAL?!’
‘Heh.. bout that ‘samu..’ Suna chuckled and Mama Miya looked at her non-biological son like; ‘lord help us all’
‘God give me the patience.’ Osamu said, before grabbing an onigiri out of the refrigerator.
‘Focus, Guys, Song.’ Suna said, setting down the last plate
‘Ugh, okay okay…’ Atsumu groaned, flopping on the couch
‘Since you guys are obviously uncultured, i'll just give you it.’ Suna said, unlocking his phone as he sat on the rug, To which their mom always told him there was plenty of room on the couch, but he said he liked it down there. So she let him be.
‘But-’ The twins tried
‘Nope. You guys are doing The Confrontation.’
‘I think i've heard that on-’
‘Not the part everyone knows, everyone and their da-...’ Suna caught himself, he never cursed in front of Mama Miya. She was too precious for that. ‘Darn… Mothers will be doing that part.’
‘But isn't that what we’d want?’ Atsumu questioned
‘No, Ya wanna stand out, Genius.’ Osamu Corrected. Backing his Boyfriend up. Earning a punch in the arm from his brother
‘Okay, so… which part?’ Atsumu said, running a hand through his hair.
‘The part riiiight after.’ Suna said, searching for credible audio to show the two, Instead he just got the words
‘The two ending verses. Page 79 - 81 on the script.’ Suna mutters, scrolling through the script on his phone.
‘Ya got that shit memorized or something??’ Atsumu asked as Osamu sat, resting his chin on the middle blockers shoulder, trying to see the script
‘No, I'm pulling it out of my ass,’ The comment earned a chuckle from the older twin, as Rintarou chuckled and Atsumu scoffed.
‘Im looking at it, Dumbass.’ He waved the phone around
‘No wonder Omi hates ya’ Atsumu muttered
‘Ooh so yer talkin ta yer omi-omi regularly now?’ Osamu teased his younger brother
‘What? No! And he's not MY omi he's just omi.’ Atsumu said, the start of a tangent.
‘Suuure.’
‘Whatever, Anyway.’
‘Yeah, Enough pining, i'm tired of it.’ Osamu sighed and laid back on the ground
The next few hours was practicing after Rintarou left, because Atsumu didn't want him to see ‘Their true talent’
Which Rintarou doubted, but wanted to spare himself the headache.