The atmosphere you've created here is incredible ;-; i love the subtly surreal feeling of it all, the quiet, deserted laundromat and the mundane magic of the pudding vending machine, Osamu's deliberations and the evocative descriptions of all the memories and emotions that the pudding stirs up in him. And Atsumu's presence in so many of them is so constant, so much a part of his life and who he is; from the steady breathing of someone sleeping in the same room to huddling next to your twin because it's a thing you do every year, you infuse this whole piece with a tender aching nostalgia, and it comes a marvellous full circle from Atsumu visiting Osamu because he misses his beloved twin. For all that Osamu brushes it off and thinks to himself it's more likely boredom, the fact remains that Atsumu's chosen to spend his precious time with Osamu in a laundromat and Osamu's chosen to save the last spoonful for Atsumu, and they both know what it will taste like, and the memory is such a warm reminder of what they share. Thank you for this beautiful fill <3