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Osamu heard the front door clicked open after the typing sounds, and the grumbling noises of his brother. And also the rustling sounds of plastic bags. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He really hoped his suspicion was wrong until Atsumu appeared in his vision with a shit eating grin on his stupid handsome face, one hand holding the black plastic bags and practice bag with MSBY logo on in another. 

"No." said Osamu, firm and serious. 

"I didn't say anything."

Atsumu whined and his face dropped dramatically, like a kicked mutt.

He didn't care and kept doing the thing he was doing before his brother came home, making their dinner.

The only times Atusmu went to convenience store for was to buy his bleaching supplies. And this time, Osamu was not going to bleach his already damaged hair, again. 

"Do it yerself, asshat. 'M not helping."

In fact, that wasn't even helping, he was doing the complete course一mixing, applying, even washing the hair afterwards一for his twin. 

"C'mon, 'Samu, ya know that I hate that smell."

Osamu rolled his eyes hard.

"Then stop bleaching, goddamn it, Atsumu."

He half-yelled and grabbed the plates from the cabinet for the curry and rice. The dinner was almost done. 

"Please? You also know I care about my image. And don't call me by full name either." said Atsumu with desperately pleading voice, and even quavered a little in the end. The absolute dramatic prick.

Osamu rolled his eyes again, completely so done with his brother's behaviors and attitudes. Imagine, my ass. 

"I am not going to bleach your shitty hair again, Miya Atsumu. Now, sit down and eat."

Atsumu pouted but still sat down. They ate their dinner in silence. Maybe, way too silent. 

Osamu glanced at the abandoned bags on the floor next to them and then at his twin while chewing his food carefully. The roots were clear on his head, sticking out sorely as if they were begging for attention. But his hair was still short, so short. Osamu wasn't sure he wanted to do that because he already hate to see Atsumu couldn't able to take care of his hair properly due to busy schedules in daily basis of their life. 

"Ya don't even take care of yer hair."

Osamu pointed his spoon at scowling Atsumu and said.

"I do!"

"You do not."

"I do!!"

Osamu sighed. 

"Fine, but I'm only doing this if you take care of yer hair every day."

Atsumu's eyes brightened and gave him a dumb, big, full smile while nodding constantly. Osamu snorted a little. 

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Osamu took his ring一their couple ring一off from left ring finger before he touched the kits and gave it to Atsumu. 

"Keep it for me."

He usually didn't wear it, he just hung it to the thin silver necklace around his neck which Atsumu gave him as a congratulations gift at the day of opening his shop but today was his day off, so he just wore it on his finger whole day.

Soon later, Osamu found himself grimacing at the smell while mixing the lightener and developer proportionally. 

"Smell sucks."

Atsumu groaned out and Osamu wanted to smack his back of head, he would if his hands weren't busy. The audacity of this man was unbelievable. 

"When was the last time you wash yer hair?"

He held the greasy hair of his twin with gloved fingertips and squirmed uncomfortably in disgust. It looked fine before he touched. 

"Ummm two days ago?"

Two days ago might sound not that long for normal people but Atsumu basically shower with his own sweats every day at the practice so, this wasn't something not that long. 

Atsumu held the hairdressing mask一it was from the last times Atsumu bought after Osamu suggested him when his eyes burned with chemical smell一as Osamu started bleaching his hair, layer by layer. It didn't take long since his hair was short. They could just bleach the roots but Atsumu wanted his hair color evenly. Osamu shook his head in disbelief.

"Done!"

He put down the container and peeled off the gloves. 

"You clean these shits up. I will wash yer hair later."

Atsumu did as he obligated to. And Osamu avoided his brother when he let the bleach sit, his endurance wasn't that thick to inhale the shitty smell for next certain minutes. 

"I think its okay to wash now."

Osamu washed the older man's hair with soft shampoo, the gloved hands carefully running though every strands of hair to make sure there was no trace of bleach left. He also dried his hair, applied hair serum, and styled a little. 

Atusmu looked good now that his hair was all set up. 

"WOW!" 

Osamu could feel his lips curl a little. Atsumu was stunned. 

"'Samu, this shade look better!"

He incessantly staring at himself in the mirror and then turned around to hugged Osamu in waist. And picked him up and twirled a little. Osamu cringed at the cheesiness but his heart felt warm at the act. 

Atsumu was giggling the whole time and looking like a fool. Osamu loved him so much. 

"Yer my favorite hairdresser. My personal little hairdresser!"

He rest his head on Osamu's pecs while carrying him to the bed, Osamu wrapped his legs around his twin's waist. Hands messing up with his newly bleached hair, the texture was terrible. Osamu was going to force Atsumu to buy and use a lot of hair conditioner. 

Atsumu looked like a god with it's halo一with the radiant light behind him一above Osamu when he put him down on the bed slowly. 

"You look good, 'Tsumu."

He admitted because it was true. 

Atsumu smirked, fuck that smug face, "You love it?" his voice was still gentle with adoration for Osamu.

Osamu nodded as he admired his brother's beauty. Atsumu crouched down and captured his lips, the bleach smell stung in his nostrils but he didn't give a shit because Atusmu kissed him mindless. A choked wail left his throat. 

He could feel the heat pooling in his lower abdomen and trailed down to the crotch. 

When their lips spereated, Atusmu looked more handsome than ever一this was Osamu's turn to stunned一his lips wet with their spits, eyes flared up with arousal, his light colored hair shining. Osamu felt a little blushed, almost shy.

"Yer so beautiful."

His ears and neck heated up at his brother's breathless words.

Atsumu grabbed his chin when he tried to looked away, never let his gaze waver, never let him escape from his loop of endless love. 

"Can we, tonight?"

Osamu almost slammed his eyes shut because it was embarrassing how hard he got just from staring at his face, from hearing his low and hungry tone. 

"Yeah, yeah, 'Tsumu, please."

Atsumu kissed him again, tongues fighting for domination, they were both desperate. 

Osamu was glad that he bleached his brother's hair again.