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When Osamu opened the door, the first thing Atsumu noticed was how long his hair had gotten.
“Look at you,” he said, almost cooing. He pushed into his brother’s dorm room, hands coming up to brush the hair out of Osamu’s face and behind his ears. His hair was long, touching his cheekbones and dragging against the nape of his neck, and his roots were brown and dark, standing out against grey. It was soft, and slightly damp. “Don’t even recognize you, lookin’ like that.”
Osamu’s cheeks burned, from Atsumu’s touch and from the leftover warmth of his shower. “I haven’t had time to cut it, ‘s all.”
Atsumu clicked his tongue. “Just need someone to take care of you, huh? Get the scissors, I’ll grab your chair.” Osamu’s dorm was small, and it was easy to pull his desk chair into the bathroom. There was barely any room for it, squished between the shower and the sink, and then Osamu and Atsumu had to crowd in, too.
“Alright, sit.”
Osamu did as he was told, scissors set on the counter. “Don’t butcher my hair, or I’ll kill you.”
Atsumu laughed, moving to stand behind Osamu. Osamu’s shoulders pressed against his stomach. He ran his fingers through Osamu’s hair, gently untangling any knots, and made eye contact with him in the mirror. “I cut my own hair all the time, don’t worry, baby. Your big brother’s got you.”
Osamu hummed, and when he felt Atsumu’s hands on him, finally, he closed his eyes.
Atsumu picked up the scissors and started with the hair at the base of Osamu’s neck, trimming it until it laid closer to his scalp. Every so often, a shiver would run down Osamu’s spine. Atsumu’s fingers laid so tenderly against the vulnerable skin of his neck, against the sensitive skin behind the shell of his ear, and Osamu leaned back into him.
“How’s school been?” Atsumu asked, starting to trim the hair by the crown of his head. Pieces of hair fluttered to the floor between them.
“Exhausting,” Osamu admitted, eyes still closed. “Lots of work, but I feel like I’m really gettin’ somewhere, you know? Even though stuff like this has fallen to the side.”
“Stuff like taking care of yourself?” Atsumu’s tone was not accusing, but Osamu didn’t answer. They both knew Atsumu was right.
He finished the back of Osamu’s head quietly. He brushed some hair off the back of his neck and kissed the uppermost knob of his spine. Osamu breathed in, tilting his head back as far as he could, and Atsumu placed a kiss on his forehead, too. Then, Atsumu moved to stand in front of Osamu, brushing out his bangs. “Hey, move your hands,” he said, and once Osamu had lifted his hands from his legs, Atsumu sat himself in Osamu’s lap, straddling his thighs. “There’s no room in this fuckin’ bathroom.”
Osamu laughed, and his hands found Atsumu’s waist quickly, settling under his shirt on warm skin. “I like havin’ you here just fine,” he said, thumbs digging into Atsumu’s hips. It’d been months since they’d seen each other in person, with Atsumu practicing constantly with MSBY, working to become their starting setter, and Osamu away at school, cooking and studying in all of his spare time. They were both working hard to achieve their dreams, but being away from each other was difficult. Osamu missed Atsumu like a limb. “Never gonna turn down the chance to have you in my lap.”
“Let me finish your haircut before you start talkin’ all sweet,” Atsumu said, hands coming up to Osamu’s bangs. He began to trim them, starting with a little bit before cutting more and more. He swept it this way and that, making sure each side seemed to be even, and more hair fell down between and around them.
As Atsumu worked at his hair, Osamu’s hands held him tight, fingers moving to trace patterns onto the soft skin of his stomach and back. His fingertips dipped under the waistband of Atsumu’s sweatpants, and when Atsumu gave him a scolding look, Osamu retreated, knowing that Atsumu would be begging for it soon enough.
“At least you’re takin’ my hair seriously,” Osamu said when Atsumu glared at him again. His hands found their original resting spots on Atsumu’s sides. “Aren’t you almost done?”
“Be patient,” Atsumu said, and Osamu rolled his eyes. He ruffled Osamu’s hair, allowing it to fall however it wanted, and leaned back in Osamu’s lap to look at him fully. He leaned back in, trimmed a few pieces, and then took another look at him.
“Okay.” Atsumu set the scissors down, hands coming up to rest on Osamu’s shoulders, fingers brushing against the newly short hair at the back of his head. “All done,” he declared. “You look just like me again, baby.” There was a sly, fox-like grin on his face.
The thought had something burning in the pit of Osamu’s stomach. He took one look at himself in the mirror, saw his lover, his brother, his twin looking back at him, and decided his hair was good enough. His hands fit perfectly under Atsumu’s thighs, supporting him as Osamu stood with Atsumu in his arms.
“The bed’s small, but better than me takin’ you right here,” he said, and Atsumu laughed, legs wrapped around his waist and lips quickly finding his throat.