『❝𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄.❞
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❝𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄.❞』
Immovable object and unstoppable force meet in the form of two twin brothers 一 Kamihara Satoru and Kamihara Kakashi 一 and dec...
THE MORNING OF SHIN'YA'S TWENTY FIRST birthday had him waking up to the sound of his front door bell ringing as if there was an emergency going on. Blearily rubbing at his eyes and scratching at his bead head, the young hero made his way downstairs, glaring through squinted eyes at the stairs. In spite of being a hero accustomed to early work hours and nighttime patrol routes, Shin'ya was not a morning person, especially on his days off.
And the doorbell, the damn doorbell, was still ringing. "Fucking hell." He muttered, anger quickly sobering him up. "I swear, today of all days-" He yanked the door open, face fixed in a scowl.
Only to be met by the bright face of one Kayama Nemuri holding a cake box and the sheepish eyes of Iida Tensei standing by her side, hands reaching forward with a gift-bag, as if giving him a peace offering. His Yuuei kouhai were dressed casually, yet put together in a way that Shin'ya, freshly rolled out of bed, did not emulate. "Happy birthday senpai!" They cheered, sparkles as if going off in the background.
Shin'ya stared at them, blinked, closed his eyes, and shut the door, fully intent on dragging himself up the stairs and going back to sleep. But he had no such luck as Nemuri slammed the door open and made herself at home in his kitchen, placing the cake box in his fridge and smiling expectantly at him. "Any plans for today?"
The oldest of the three stood there, looking at his female friend with incredulity while sharing a glance with Tensei. The oldest Iida son just mouthed "Not my idea" while awkwardly scratching his cheek.
Sighing from the depths of his bone marrow, Shin'ya stared at the ceiling as if asking whatever higher being for patience. "It's fucking eight in the morning. On my birthday."
Apparently the gravity of the situation was hitting Nemuri right about now, grimacing as she now avoided eye contact with him. "Ah, well-"
"Aniki?"
"Nii-chan?"
Head swerving to the top of the staircase, Shin'ya's eyes softened when they fell on the forms of his brothers, with silver hair rumpled and rubbing bleary-eyes. It was summer, and the twins were currently on break from school and, judging from their pouty faces, they would have enjoyed sleeping in for a little while longer. "Morning you two." He greets softly when they reached him, both leaning their weight on him, silently basking in the gentle hair ruffles he was giving.
"Happy birthday." They mumbled in lieu of a greeting, sagging further in his embrace. The notable difference, however, was that by the second Satoru seemed to regain his exuberant energy, all the while Kakashi appeared to be mapping the fastest route back to bed.
