The Grand King and Queen [Oikawa siblings]

38. Sleepover

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"Butter!"

"Got it!" Atsumu stuck his head out the fridge, lifting a bar of butter at you. You hummed, looking back at the twins ipad mini.

"Flour!"

"Got..." Osamu started, a loud bang cutting him off.

Atsumu set the butter down on the counter before the both of you turned to look at the pantry. A puff of white flour settling on the ground below.

You slowly walked over, Atsumu behind you. "Osamu?"

You peeked your head through the door, instantly snickering at the sight before you. "'Samu, what happened t'ya?"
Osamu looked up. Half his face and hair covered with flour, the flour spreading out to cover his torso and sweats. "The flour fell." He pouted, flour falling from his mouth as Atsumu snickered. He glared at Atsumu, flinching when flour fell into his eye. He reached up to try and rub it.

"'Samu." You lunged at him, holding his wrist as he opened his eyes again to look at you in confusion.

"How are you going to take off the flour when there's more flour on your hand?"

He looked down at the hand you were holding, humming as he looked at the other one. Both of his hands were covered in flour. His shoulders started to slump, a small pout forming at the end of his lips as you giggled.

"Look up you big baby."

He followed your instructions, closing his eyes when he saw your hand reaching up over his face. You wiped off the excess powder with your already floured hand, the one you used to hold his wrist, before taking your clean hand and carefully wiping away the flour.

"I'm gonna blow, okay?"

He hummed, closing his eyes tighter when you started blowing near his eye, blowing away as much powder as you could.

"I'm gonna go get a wet rag."

He hummed as you turned around, walking past Atsumu as he pointed you towards some rags folded neatly on a kitchen counter.

You walked over, ignoring the twins bickering as you wet one of the ends.

"Do you-"

You stopped talking, turning towards the pantry to see Atsumu stumble backwards, his face dusted with flour as he spat out what had gotten into his mouth. He glared up at the pantry, shifting back when more flour was thrown his way.

He closed his eyes, Osamu taking that as a chance to lunge at his brother. He tackled Atsumu to the ground, landing a couple punches before Atsumu opened his eyes again. Both their eyes reddening from the flour falling in them. They tumbled around the kitchen, throwing punches and cuss words as they somehow managed to avoid crashing into the island a couple feet away from them.

You leaned back on the counter, eating some of the pocky you had found in the pantry while recording them tumbling about the kitchen, both covered in flour.

"If I send this to Suna, you two'll make it back on his Inarizaki fights page."

At your words they stopped their movements. Atsumu hovering over Osamu with a fist up as Osamu stopped wrapping his leg around Atsumu to flip him over again.

Their faces were still dusted with flour, only that not as much as before. Not only flour, but some of the blood from their open wounds had mixed with it, making for a much more goorie look than normal fights.

"Are ya still recording?" Atsumu asked, starting to detangle himself from his brother. You nodded, taking out another pocky stick as the boys started getting up.