"Atsumu." His brother's closed lips moved around like he was swishing mouthwash. His brother sat patiently as he grabbed the scissors from the desk and snipped it away. "I don't see ya thinkin' of any ideas." Osamu noticed a single long strand of hair he'd somehow missed. Nothing in his incredibly short life had prepared him for having to rechristen his twin with a brand new name. He had a point, but Osamu was trying his best. "No! Osamu yer terrible at this." He grumbled. "Ehhhhhh…" He pondered it for a long moment before, "No." "Ya said it was easy!" A fist slammed into Osamu's thigh. "Do I look like some kinda name expert?" Osamu kicked his brother in the shin. "What're my options?" His face had brightened up despite his reddened eyes. It'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't scared too. "We just gotta pick a name with the same kanji. I asked Granny once 'n' she said she liked the characters in our names. "Now." Osamu clapped his hands on his knees. "Look, it don't matter what anyone else thinks about ya. "Sure am." Osamu brushed a tear away with his thumb. His brother sniffled before grinning, puffy eyes crinkling. "What kinda big brother are ya? Cryin' in front of yer little bro." "Look atcha." Osamu sighed as his brother wiped a long trail of snot on his sleeve, the crying finally coming to an end. Fat tears welled in the corners of his brother's eyes, tracking down his cheeks as he sobbed. Osamu set the scissors on his desk and plopped down in his chair. "I dunno." He glowered up at Osamu, the expression softened by a faint wet shine. "Then change it." Osamu continued cutting, feeling a brief flash of pride in how the bangs looked. He nibbled at his lower lip, hands fidgeting once more. Osamu stayed quiet as he snipped away, patiently waiting for his brother to figure out what was bothering him. "But maybe flip 'em so they know I'm…"Ī wrinkle formed between his brother's eyebrows, a frown on his lips. His brother always had thick, straight bangs their mother was eternally jealous of. "How do ya want yer bangs?" Osamu grabbed a lock between his fingers, smoothing it out as he pulled. "Yer not throwin' me under the bus, shit for brains. Osamu bonked him on the head with his fist, earning a sharp ow for his trouble. "I'll just blame it on you! Sayin' ya wanted to try cuttin' hair." He nodded, eyes brightening from his genius idea. Osamu frantically fumbled with the scissors to avoid stabbing his brother in the cheek. Suddenly, his head whipped around to face Osamu - a mischievous grin plastered on his lips. His brother fidgeted, fingernails picking at the side seam of his jeans. The silence in their shared bedroom was deafening. “What are ya gonna tell her when dinner’s ready?” “She’s gonna find out either way, aho.” Osamu brushed some dried hair off his brother’s shoulder. “No!” His brother said a little too loud and forceful, earning them a shouted warning from downstairs not to fight. “True, but it ain’t gonna look good.” Osamu cringed as a slightly too large bit of hair came off. “It’s prob’ly better than I woulda done.” His brother said. Plus, they were so dull it took him several snips before a chunk fell away. His fingers were getting sore, hands starting to get a little too big for safety scissors. “I don’t think this is right.” Osamu mumbled. Osamu would have to get used to that word - aniki thick in his throat as his brother’s eyes sparkled.
His brother - patient for once in their short, chaotic lives - hummed along to the distant sound of music in the kitchen. But he’d seen the ladies at the hair cutting place do this a zillion times, so how hard could it be? He wasn’t sure what he was doing, exactly.
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