Miyacest Osamu likes to have his fingers in Atsumu. Even when they are just studying, watching a movie, a few times while he was driving. His brother is silky and warm, and wiggles so cutely. Atsumu also forgets everything but Osamu’s name. He also loves how pink Atsumu gets

whenever his attention strays to Osamu’s hands. Like when he’s cooking, or playing volleyball. His twin squirms whenever the tendons in his hands flex, or he sees the dexterity of his fingers. “Don’t worry, darlin’. They will be back in yer greedy hole soon.” Osamu laughs.