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sashimiyas · 7 months

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atsumu moves away for work and no amount of technology can bridge the distance between he and his family.

facetimes and phone calls and even spontaneous visits always leave atsumu’s heart aching the moment he steps foot into his quiet osaka home.

and when his thoughts become too much to handle, he likes to write it down. it began when he was a kid.

a child, too distracted by the imaginations in his mind to listen to his teacher, begins writing little blurbs and notes to his ma.

boo boo hurtz. osamu h3t me >:(

tummy rawrrrrr >:(

mess u. cen i go hom :(

❤️ i lov u mom and i lov osamu

the thoughts become more legible as he grows older. he writes osamu letters too when they eventually get assigned different classes. during the youth training camp, he’d almost written through whole journal and atsumu never realized how comforting it felt to speak to them quietly. almost like in a soul searching way. like plucking his deepest and most intimate pieces of himself, folding it, and handing it to people he trusts most. who he knows could never love him less.

but atsumu also had taken for granted how easy it was to provide ma and osamu these letters. he’d tuck them underneath his ma’s compact powder by her bathroom sink, slip one into osamu’s athletic bag. never did it require a stamp and address and a specific formatting.

so when he gets to the postal office, atsumu already feels out of place. his pocket feels heavy with secrets that no one else but the addressed person should know, but did he even fill it out correctly? what’s postage for anyways? do all envelopes have to be white? because his is yellow.

the line moves too quickly for atsumu to gather his bearings and by the time that he arrives to your desk, he’s shuffling papers out of his pocket so quickly that an envelope rips.

“it’s okay!” you affirm, high pitched and soothing as if you already know this is his last straw for the day. “i’ve got tape. we can fix this.”

you scoot your wheeled office chair back and rummage through the cabinets before you until you find it.

popping back up, atsumu is forcing the ripped pieces of paper by sheer will alone.

“what’s the damage?” the athlete would laugh at your phrasing. maybe that hysterical laughter actually is him because you lean closer in concern, casting shadows over his heart on paper and gently try to push his hands to the side so you can get a better view.

frantically, atsumu slams his palms flat against his note to osamu in fear of revealing more of himself than he already has.

you don’t catch words but you do see the bubbled edges of water damage splatter across the page.

“okay, okay,” you back away, hands up. “i know you’ve got it. you know what—“

you pull at the edge of the tape slowly, reminiscent of the way ma peeled the bandages for him only for atsumu to crinkle the ends with his uncoordinated hands because atsumu wanted to be the one to put the bandaid on osamu’s elbow and no one else.

“—here. i’ll hand you that tape and you do what you got to do.”

he does.

he does all that he has to do to redeem himself for this awkward first meet. he does all that he has to do for you to say yes on a first date, to say yes to meet his ma and osamu, to say yes to forever with him.

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