Ship: Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu Fandom: Haikyuu!! Major Tags: Character death Other Tags: supernatural elements, ghosts Original Work:link by nautilics Word Count: 536
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i.
He never really stops being a twin.
When Osamu is nothing but ashes in an intricately decorated urn, cradled in their mother's arms as she cries, Atsumu looks away. He turns to his side, looks at his brother, looks through him, and hums quietly.
"I didn't think I'd see you again."
Osamu is looking at their mother, at their father, who has his hand resting on her back, his shoulders shaking as well. He presses his lips into a thin line and turns his back to them, so that he's only looking at Atsumu.
"Did you really think you'd get rid of me that easily?"
ii.
Atsumu doesn't grieve, the way that everyone expects him to. He doesn't talk about Osamu, who feels like a second shadow these days, trailing silently behind Atsumu as he tries to go about his life. No one else can see Osamu, but Atsumu doesn't mind that. He doesn't care if it means that he needs to tell a few lies to explain why he behaves the way he does, when he's having conversations with someone that doesn't exist, as far as everyone else can tell. He shared Osamu enough when he was alive. Let Atsumu keep him to himself, now that he's dead.
iii.
They figure it out by accident.
Osamu, for all that he follows one step behind Atsumu these days, never actually touches him. Atsumu doesn't reach for Osamu either, not wanting to know whether his hand will go right through his brother, or if he'll feel something, but it won't feel like enough.
Except it's a month since Osamu died, and it doesn't matter if Atsumu has his ghost for company. It doesn't change the fact that he's dead.
When Osamu reaches for him, Atsumu feels his hand. He can feel the warmth of it, like Osamu is still alive.
For a moment, Osamu looks a lot more solid than he has since he first showed up as a ghost.
iv.
"I think I'm feeding on your energy," Osamu says, and he sounds a little concerned. "Am I draining it from you? Do you feel tired?"
"No," Atsumu replies, and he's telling the truth. "I'd let you do it anyway, even if you were leaving me exhausted."
It's not the answer that Osamu wants to hear, but he can at least appreciate the fact that it's the truth. He nods reluctantly, then pulls his hand away. He sits on the edge of Atsumu's bed, noticing the way the mattress actually dips down under his weight.
"I'll give you as much as you want," Atsumu says, and his voice cracks a little over the words. "Anything you want."
Osamu pats the bed beside him, and when Atsumu sits, he rests their shoulders together. He's warm, he's solid, and he's never going to look a day older than he does right now. Atsumu accepts it, leans against Osamu in return, and reaches for his hand.
"It should've been me," Atsumu whispers, voicing the niggling thought that's been living at the back of his mind for a month now.
"I'm glad that it wasn't," Osamu replies, and rests his head against Atsumu's too. "You'd be the most annoying ghost."
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Character death
Other Tags: supernatural elements, ghosts
Original Work: link by
Word Count: 536
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i.
He never really stops being a twin.
When Osamu is nothing but ashes in an intricately decorated urn, cradled in their mother's arms as she cries, Atsumu looks away. He turns to his side, looks at his brother, looks through him, and hums quietly.
"I didn't think I'd see you again."
Osamu is looking at their mother, at their father, who has his hand resting on her back, his shoulders shaking as well. He presses his lips into a thin line and turns his back to them, so that he's only looking at Atsumu.
"Did you really think you'd get rid of me that easily?"
ii.
Atsumu doesn't grieve, the way that everyone expects him to. He doesn't talk about Osamu, who feels like a second shadow these days, trailing silently behind Atsumu as he tries to go about his life. No one else can see Osamu, but Atsumu doesn't mind that. He doesn't care if it means that he needs to tell a few lies to explain why he behaves the way he does, when he's having conversations with someone that doesn't exist, as far as everyone else can tell. He shared Osamu enough when he was alive. Let Atsumu keep him to himself, now that he's dead.
iii.
They figure it out by accident.
Osamu, for all that he follows one step behind Atsumu these days, never actually touches him. Atsumu doesn't reach for Osamu either, not wanting to know whether his hand will go right through his brother, or if he'll feel something, but it won't feel like enough.
Except it's a month since Osamu died, and it doesn't matter if Atsumu has his ghost for company. It doesn't change the fact that he's dead.
When Osamu reaches for him, Atsumu feels his hand. He can feel the warmth of it, like Osamu is still alive.
For a moment, Osamu looks a lot more solid than he has since he first showed up as a ghost.
iv.
"I think I'm feeding on your energy," Osamu says, and he sounds a little concerned. "Am I draining it from you? Do you feel tired?"
"No," Atsumu replies, and he's telling the truth. "I'd let you do it anyway, even if you were leaving me exhausted."
It's not the answer that Osamu wants to hear, but he can at least appreciate the fact that it's the truth. He nods reluctantly, then pulls his hand away. He sits on the edge of Atsumu's bed, noticing the way the mattress actually dips down under his weight.
"I'll give you as much as you want," Atsumu says, and his voice cracks a little over the words. "Anything you want."
Osamu pats the bed beside him, and when Atsumu sits, he rests their shoulders together. He's warm, he's solid, and he's never going to look a day older than he does right now. Atsumu accepts it, leans against Osamu in return, and reaches for his hand.
"It should've been me," Atsumu whispers, voicing the niggling thought that's been living at the back of his mind for a month now.
"I'm glad that it wasn't," Osamu replies, and rests his head against Atsumu's too. "You'd be the most annoying ghost."