skts / sakumiya | body swap au, suggestive & exhibitionism but not Rly nsfw
itâs a good thing the twins both live in osaka, for a number of reasons, but it becomes most useful when they wake up in each otherâs body.
when the immediate panic subsided, they had to figure themselves out. one day, hunkered down in atsumuâs apartment, scouring the internet for ways to put them back in the right bodies.
by the end of the night and with no success, their efforts turn to what theyâll do tomorrow.
they both missed work thinking they could fix this quickly, but now they had to figure out how to pretend to be each other. at least temporarily.
osamu calls out one more day at the restaurant, albeit unhappily, to instead join atsumu at practice.
âjust cus ya think youâre more famous than me doesnât make your job more important,â osamu grumbles, folding his arms over his chest.
except atsumu watches his own mouth move, arms crossing over his chest in a decisively osamu-like manner. itâs uncanny.
âit ainât thatâyouâre your own boss, you can afford tâcall out again. coach is gonna kill me if i miss too much. if omi-kim doesnât first.â
osamu snorts, and though itâs atsumuâs own face it looks strange. theyâll have to work out the kinks of pretending to be each other.
it used to be easier, when they would swap places as kids, when they were around each other all the time.
now they carry themselves differently, theyâve learned to be themselves without the other. they canât quite play it off the same way.
and thatâs without confusing interpersonal dynamics.
atsumuâas osamuâconvinces coach foster to allow him to stick around for practice with some cajoling.
âhe says heâs feelinâ better, but you know him⌠heâd rather just get back to playinâ volleyball no matter what.â
heâs here to keep an eye on osamuâas atsumuâand thatâs all. that means he sits back while osamu has to pretend to be him in the locker room and on the court.
he covers his face with osamuâs cap to hide his grimace. heâs certain osamu will do what he can to ruin his reputation.
the second osamu leaves the locker room he meets eyes with atsumu and grimaces. it isnât a good signâtheyâre 10 minutes into the day and thereâs already cause for concern.
âMYAA-SAM!!!â
atsumu blinks, straightening up at the sound, and osamu half turns around himself.
bokuto is bounding across the court happily, waving his arms in the air.
he waves back, trying not to second guess himself. does osamu /wave/ at people? probably, everyone does, but maybe he doesnât.
at least no one here knows him well enough to say. atsumu included it seems
it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth as he watches his team get ready for practice. both the fact that he isnât out there with them, and the fact that he doesnât know things about his brother.
whether or not he waves is inconsequential, but he would have known 5 years ago.
heâs broken from his thoughts by the sound of a muffled yelp coming fromâwell osamu, but as atsumu.
everyoneâs doing partnered stretches, and osamuâs paired with omi-kun, as he should be, but when atsumu glances at them he catches omiâs hand a little lower than it should be.
just for a split second, so quick he might have missed it.
âmiya! if youâre really not feeling well enough for practice itâs okay to head home,â coach says, seeming to have heard the noise but not seen what caused it.
ân-no, iâm good! just⌠stretching, yâknow?â
atsumu narrows his eyes, watching far more closely now than he was before. his worries about his relationship can wait a few hoursânow heâs got new worries.
nothing else untoward happens during warm-ups, but both he and osamu seem to keep their guards up.
nothing untoward happens, but omi is certainly⌠touchier than normal. he notices it immediately, and osamu seems to too, but just accepts it. atsumuâs suspicious, but he canât very well talk to omi about it as osamu.
thatâd be worse than osamu doing anything stupid as him.
the touches arenât anything weird either, the same friendly pats and handshakes anyone else on the team would give, but itâs sakusa kiyoomi so itâs inherently weird.
maybe he gives osamu an explanation, they share a couple quiet words, flashes of concern crossing omiâs face.
atsumu doesnât hear whatâs said, but osamu seems to make an effort not to be startled after that.
until they do start to get⌠weird.
if bokuto slapped his ass, atsumu wouldnât think anything of it. watching omi do it from outside of his own body makes him short circuit.
osamu seems unperturbed, or at least is pretending to be. the glances he shoots atsumu scream âweâll be talking about this laterâ but to be frank, atsumu has no clue what to say on the matter either.
because after that, omi starts looking at /him/ too. or, him as osamu.
a pat on the ass, but heâs staring over at osamu. a hand lingers a little too long or finds itself pressed against a pec, and omiâs staring straight at him.
atsumu wonders if osamu blushes as easily as he does, or if osamuâs body will react to his embarrassment like that.
thereâs something hot about watching yourself get felt up by a teammate youâve had a thing for for ages. thereâs also something extremely awkward about knowing that the you being felt up is your brother in your body.
this whole mess is giving him a headache just trying to keep
everything straight in his head, and omiâs only managing to make it spin more.
atsumu watches with a perverse fascination as osamu pulls omi aside during a break to have a more private conversation. omiâs back is to the rest of the team, so they donât see how he presses closer,
or where his hand ends up, but atsumu does. he can see omiâs long fingers tracing up his own thigh, just barely grazing over his dick.
he wonders if his body is getting hard, and then tries to erase that thought because thatâs osamu right now, not him.
he also wonât admit to the state heâs left osamuâs body in.
theyâre close to where atsumu sits, but not close enough for him to hear what theyâre saying. he can see his own face is red, and osamu is sputtering, but omiâs hand continues creeping between them.
ââbecause my brotherâs here.â he hears osamu hiss, and heâs unsure if he meant for atsumu to hear or not.
either way he did, and now omiâs looking at him too, small smile on his face as he steps even closer to osamu.
his hand doesnât stop, slipping underneath the jersey osamu
wears, stroking over his sweat soaked skin where atsumu canât see. he wishes he could. he wishes he could feel it.
osamu looks panicked, and now heâs looking at him too, so atsumu finally makes his way over to them. only then does omiâs hand retreat, taking a step away.
âis there something you two wanted to tell me?â atsumu puts on his best stern osamu impression, staring omi down as best he can as he tries to pretend he isnât intrigued by whatâs going on.
âwell, sââ osamu clears his throat. âomi-kun? you wanna take this one?â
omi shrugs.
âhow long have you two been swapped?â
heâs staring straight at atsumu when he asks, and it startled both twins into silence.
âwhat do you mean?â
âi mean,â omi rolls his eyes. âhow long has osamu-san been parading as you?â
atsumu sputters, desperately grasping for words and
coming up blank.
âyou /knew/?â osamu hisses, and his tone is one atsumu knows well, but heâs never heard in his own voice before. he takes a step away.
âof course.â
âthen whyâd yaââ osamu cuts himself off, grinding his teeth together. atsumu wants to ask him to stop.
âomi what the fuckââ
âwe can talk about it another time,â omi interrupts, turning away. âwhen youâre both back to normal.â
both twins stand and stare as he walks away, all the way over to coach foster. they can guess what heâs telling him, and when coach sighs and walks over
atsumu knows itâs over.
âsakusa said he and osamu-san agreed itâs time for you to head home.â foster folds his arms, giving osamuâas atsumuâa once over. âi agree, youâre not at your best miya. itâs fine, go home.â
both twins thank him, and make quick work of leaving.
ââcoach is gonna kill meââ osamu mocks as they leave. âand he didnât! if we ainât fixed by tomorrow weâre going to my shop, and maybe /you/ can be the one that gets groped all day long.â
âby who? the grannies that fawn over ya? or are ya gettinâ on with your staff?â
âshaddup.â
theyâre silent for a while as they head home, both lost in their own thoughts before osamu interrupts again.
âif you were seeinâ sakusa ya couldâve told me.â
âiâm not.â atsumu grumbles, uncomfortable and embarrassed, and maybe a little disappointed by that fact himself.
osamu hums. it comes off strange, like heâs used to a lower range but it comes off a little higher in atsumuâs voice. âhe implied ya were, that uh⌠that was normal.â
ânah, never happened before.â
âhuh.â
osamu leaves it that, but atsumu knows he has more thoughts on the matter
heâs sure theyâll come back to bite him later, if osamu decides to get revenge. for now, atsumu just really wants them to get back to their own bodies.
for one extra reason now.
fin.
idk this was just a silly little thought i had :) that is all