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ONESHOT — OSAMU & ATSUMU MIYA

⁀➴ syn: "i don't know why, she's what i like." — fake arguments, wedgies, loud proclamations—why? all in an effort to win over their golden manager. for you adrienne.

*disclaimer* this is for an art trade.

“aw, shit dude! we never got your cream for that ass rash,” pointed out atsumu, the corners of his mouth twitching upward as he revelled in his twin’s unimpressed expression. the blonde knew better than to trust his nonchalance; there was no doubt in his mind that osamu was fuming.

they’d been going at it for weeks now—butting heads and flexing their muscles whenever they were aware of who was watching, all in an effort to win over their perfect manager, adrienne. she was relatively new to inarizaki’s volleyball team and, most importantly, pretty. they had to assert some kind of dominance.

the uncharacteristic flame in osamu’s eyes accepted the challenge. “on the court, atsumu.”

as they moved to get into formation for their practice match, the twins couldn’t help but shoot glances their manager’s way, making sure she’d heard their banter. all they found instead was lack of impression, boredom and, quite frankly, her tuning out the surrounding sound.

even when they weren’t in her proximity, the two continued to bicker, trying to prove which twin was better for her.

“what the hell do you know about girls, anyway?” said one.

“more than you. do you even know what a period is?” replied the other.

“i had my eyes on her first! she’s mine!”

it was a new kind of rush. the two had always been competitive, but adrienne? every serve from osamu that had once been weak and lazy was now strong and ear-splitting. atsumu’s sets, formerly selfish, were now welcoming. she did this.

hell, they were even being respectful.

“we’re your biggest fans!” quiet little giggles resonated through the air. the miyas had been cornered by a group of girls at the end of a match. their initial thought was to completely brush them off, as they usually did, but the sight of familiar, black, luscious hair made them stand straighter.

“oh, yeah? thank you, girls,” they smiled sweetly. except, their gazes lingered on their manager, hoping and praying that she noticed their kindness. they were being so courteous; why did she have to be so oblivious?

there were moments where they’d gotten their hopes up. the twins were doing their daily drills in preparation for a game when adrienne suddenly waved in the distance. they’d never stood so still in their lives. the sun seemed to be kissing her face at that very moment, but when the two waved back, kita approached her and waved back too. they wanted nothing more than to die at that very moment.

or the occasion when she grudgingly accepted their offer to walk her home after school. the two had been arguing so much during the journey—trying to trip each other, bringing up embarrassing moments, and standing on their tippy toes to look taller—that they stopped following adrienne all together and went in a completely other direction.

adrienne and her unpredictability. adrienne, so immersed in doing her job that she couldn’t be bothered to entertain them. it was these particularities that drew them in so.

now, they were back on the court, trading sharp glares through the mesh of the net. adrienne likely didn’t care whether atsumu or osamu came out on top, but the mere adrenaline of her gaze was enough to set them both on edge.

“what’s their problem?” aran muttered, watching the chaos.

“she’s the problem,” suna countered, tilting his chin toward inarizaki’s manager.

CHAPTER 2 — S. AUGUST

⁀➴ syn: "you can't seem to hold my heart close to you." — the cleaners, including fu, look for a polished fabric store in the heart of canvas city and seek assistance from the cleaners' rather absent member.

"who exactly is it that we're meeting, anyway?" guita curiously questioned, eyes preoccupied by canvas town's layers of graffiti. the city was always busier during the day than after the sun dipped below the horizon. rudo, especially, was curious about who enjin planned to visit. he seemed to meet someone new every day.

the inquiry seemed to tickle enjin's funny bone. amusement colored his voice as he replied. "they're a fellow cleaner. prefers to help us from the sidelines." it was a half-truth. hell, you hadn't contributed to the organization since your big tantrum. still, you remained a member. "their jinki can help us stand like an iron wall against the raiders."

"hey, look out for a building with a biiig button!" enjin called out over his shoulder, swinging his jinki over the joint connecting his arm to his body. it’d be a lie to say he wasn’t at least a little nervous to see you again. he hadn’t visited the shop in months, and he'd a doubt in his gut that another cleaner had stopped by. the thought made him scruff at his neck.

he wasn’t the only one feeling uneasy. even fu, who had been quietly trailing behind, began to fidget. not that he had anywhere better to be. the ex-raider seemed to have some vague idea of what last night had meant. "like that one?" the scrawny boy outstretched his arm and pointed to what looked like a fabric store, an odd little place that stood out with its freshly painted walls and polished windows. perched above the entrance was a giant brown button.

everyone’s gaze followed his gesture. there it was. unmistakable. "woah!"

a small part of enjin had hoped, as bad as it sounded, that maybe they wouldn’t find the store. not that he didn't want to see you. with a stiff breath, he motioned for the others to follow. "come on."

buro, ever the observant one, noticed enjin's shift in demeanor. it was always hard to tell what that man was thinking. maybe you were someone important to him. either way, the moment they stopped in front of the shop, team child’s leader halted. his gesture raised a few brows. "should i stay outside with the kids?"

enjin’s gaze was fixed on the door handle. slowly, he leaned his umbrella against the wall. the man had a firm belief in the trustworthiness of the other cleaner to keep his jinki safe. "yeah, it's stuffed in there." well, from what he remembered. his eyes moved to the sphereite. "this one’s coming with me."

he motioned for rudo to follow him with a nod, and the two stepped inside. enjin was right. the place was crammed. he never understood how you could work in this environment, but hey, to each their own. the bell above the door gave a soft ring as they entered, announcing their presence. "in a minute!" your voice called out. enjin winced.

from what rudo could gather, you ran a fabric store. but it also felt like walking through a maze, with how much stuff there was. fabrics, buttons, zippers, patterns. you had it all, and you took pride in that. too lily’s latest single played faintly from somewhere in the clutter.

as they navigated the tight aisles, enjin’s hand found rudo’s shoulder to guide him along. his calm expression masked a flicker of anxiety. he’d visited this shop so many times, he practically knew it like the back of his hand. the corner of his lip twitched ever so slightly as you finally came into view.

your face twisted in pure shock and... was that disgust? "enjin," you dragged out, your nose wrinkling. if it weren’t for the unfamiliar and rather young face beside him, only heaven knows what you might’ve done. reluctantly easing the tension in your shoulders, you leaned your hip against the work table where your sewing machine sat.

enjin immediately caught the subtle tremble in your voice. he knew you were forcing yourself to sound confident, even if speaking softly was second nature to you. you were putting up a front in front of a stranger. your on-the-qui-vive eyes were quick to scan rudo and his cleaner badge. you’d never seen him before. then again, you rarely interacted with the cleaners back at hq except for one.

enjin’s hand left rudo’s shoulder and instinctively reached for his umbrella, only to remember he’d left it outside. he wiped his hand down the material of his pants to cover the motion. he could tell from the look on your face that small talk wasn’t welcome, so he cut to the chase. "meet rudo. don't know if you heard, but he's a new addition to the cleaners."

unfortunately, even after hearing that, your stern gaze didn’t waver as it met red eyes. "it’s nice to meet you, rudo," you said. and in turn, the boy reciprocated the greeting. the two of you were similar in a way, enjin realized. sheepish when conversing with strangers, even if you masked it behind a cold, biting front.

"the raiders have been chewing us up and spitting us out lately," enjin began. he found his composure quickly. the seriousness in his tone didn’t go unnoticed by the two other cleaners in the otherwise empty shop. at the mention of the raiders, your eyes drifted elsewhere, and a quiet sigh escaped through your nose.

"especially for rudo, here." raiders. the name stirred something. the crease between your brows deepened. "i know your jinki could be a huge help, button." before he could continue, he inhaled sharply, an involuntary response. the motion pulled your attention back to him. there it was. that squeeze in his chest. the ache that always came when he looked at you for too long. guilt.

"we could use your help," he said, more quietly this time. he meant your jinki. "he could use your help." he gestured to rudo.

the white-haired boy still hadn’t figured out what your jinki was. ever the curious type, his eyes wandered the compact space you called your own. on the table, a machine held a half-finished piece of clothing. he couldn’t make out what the tag said, but the logo matched the button outside your shop—

"no." your voice cut through his thoughts.

enjin’s breath caught at the sound of your refusal. "enjin, i’m not helping the cleaners right now. can’t you see i have a business to run?" you knew you were being bitter, especially to the man who had introduced you to the cleaners. the man who had once helped you back onto your feet. it was a pitiful excuse, and you knew it.

before you could turn your back to him, the man retaliated. "is this all because of august?" his name made your head lift just slightly. "no, seriously, you're letting your estrangement with him get in the way of your job?" your jaw tensed. you barked back without hesitation, locking eyes with him. "i said i wouldn’t help, didn’t i? that’s a sign to leave."

your voice was quick to rise, and enjin quickly held back the words that lay on the tip of his tongue.

enjin exhaled through his nose. "i'm not here to argue, button."

"then don’t."

"fine."

another beat of silence. this one heavier.

"come, rudo," enjin declared, already moving to navigate back to the door.

CHAPTER 1 — S. AUGUST

⁀➴ syn: "this happened at the start, evertyime we try, we fall apart" — the usually light-hearted enjin turns solemn at the discussion of amo's whereabouts and the secrets behind the watchman series. perhaps paying a visit to a certain cleaner could be of some help.

— this story continues from chapter 89 and includes the subsequent chapters! if you are not up to date with the manga, i recommend catching up before reading.

"deciding to find them is super easy. but actually finding them will not be easy."

enjin's grip tightened around the sloping shaft of his umbrella. his demeanour stood in stark contrast to the lively atmosphere of canvas town's food street. it was strange, seeing him so serious. enjin, the man who always wore a stupid grin like it was part of his uniform.

"the exact number and location of pieces in the watchman series, and amo's whereabouts and whether she's okay…" the blond man paused, letting the silence fall upon the table situated at the center of the food street. the tension was thick, though most of the children remained oblivious—save for rudo. "it's gonna be hard work to get those answers." enjin added.

buro and enjin exchanged a glance. the two adult men seemed to share an unspoken understanding of what this situation meant for the cleaners. "the raiders' boss… zodyl seems to know things—"

"he doesn't," came a quiet, firm voice. rudo looked up from his untouched plate, his lashes veiling narrowed eyes. he didn't lift his head.

zodyl. just saying his name sent chills up rudos spine. upon meeting him, he knew that he was a force to be reckoned with, not just some one-shot. the tension seemed to stretch as the white-haired boy contemplated his words. "at least, he doesn't know about amo. it was like he hadn't even heard the name amo."

shit. all this amo and raiders talk was starting to get under enjin's skin. he was the type of man who liked things done fast, wrapped up, no mess. this? this was a mess. "hrrm.. then how'd he get her shoes? what, did he have his minion teleport to her?" his brows pulled tight, a crease digging deep between them. his seat suddenly felt too small. "i'd really rather not have anything more to do with the raiders, if we can help it."

"jabber."

an unfamiliar voice cut in. all eyes snapped to its source.

"it was jabber who got the watchman series shoes, sir yes sir!" he stood upright with a stupid grin on his face as if he'd accomplished something. his hands were pinned to his sides, posture military straight and the volume of his voice managed to catch the attention of passersby. fu was completely oblivious to the cleaners' obvious disarray.

the silence stretched. confused stares passed between the cleaners before chairs scraped back in unison. they were up on their feet in seconds. "you're a raider!" gnomulas exclaimed, fingers scrambling to grab anything in reach. "a raider?!" rudo's expression contorted into one of shock. "how the hell did you manage to get into this town?" enjin jabbed the tip of his umbrella toward fu's face. a warning not to come any closer.

"HUH? what?! i'm already an outcast?!" the boy instinctively waved his hands around, gaze locked onto enjin's jinki. "i've had my eye on you. fu, of the raiders." the name alone had rudo balling his hands into fists. "i watched you the whole time you were tailing rudo and the kids. what are you plotting? talk." having the cleaners react so hostile was the last thing fu had been expecting. words tangled in his throat. stutters and stammers seemed to be the only things able to leave his lips.

"no one with any ill intent will enter the city." remlin's voice broke them out of their trance. the child had remained seated during the commotion along with dear and guita. with reluctance, enjin looked at them from the corner of his eye. remlin seemed to be completely serious. "thanks to the power of the first spell-caster's art." seeing that enjin wasn't giving up his hostility, gnomulas offered him a reassuring nod. fu nodded once, twice and a third time in haste. it was true!

enjin drew in a breath and let it settle. holding the air, and by extension, himself in a sort of limbo as he weighed their dilemma. "if you don't have any ill will, what are you doing here?" the man slowly lowered his umbrella. fu let out a breath of relief at the gesture, a hand coming to rest upon his racing heart. "um, er, well.." he awkwardly rubbed one foot against the other. a few skeptical brows rose. "please," fu's bended at the waist with his back straight and hands glued to his sides. "please make me your minion!"

the children offered each other a look of disbelief. "not a chance." enjin said flatly, without missing a beat. a relatively wobbly smile graced fu's face, "oh, um, is it because i used to be a raider? you can't trust me?" still bent forward, he kept his head tilted low. "i quit the raiders! please make me your minion!" but enjin's answer remained the same. "…a second ago, you said jabber took the watchman series shoes, right?"

"what? oh, yes! yes i did!" fu eventually straightened his back. "did you hear anything about how it went or anything? like, who he took them from." fu's face fell. like a switch flipping, his energy drained into pure exasperation. he looked up in an attempt to recall jabber's words. "i hate taking stuff when there's nobody to take it from. i thought i'd get to go at it with a watchman series giver. now i'm all turned on.." his lips moved on their own.

"that's what jabber said." his eyes met enjin's. rudo's mind was already working in urgency. did that mean amo disappeared before the raiders showed up? he lowered himself into his seat, resting his chin against the table. "that doesn't tell us anything about how to find her… if we could at least get through amo's choker. that might give us some kind of clue." fu absentmindedly played with his sleeve. "i heard zodyl say that.. the person who made the chokers might be a giver who has part of the watchman series."

all eyes were on fu and he shrank under their weight. "if you find that person, i wonder if you could find where her choker is…" rudo was actually considering the other boy's words. when in their dilemma, he didn't really have a choice, did he? "you just blab everything you know, don't you?" enjin muttered, pressing the handle of his umbrella like dough. "anyone who gives up information that easily is either stupid or a liar."

"n-no!" fu cried, panic bloomed across his face. "it's true, sir! all that stuff inside the imitation trash beast…" he wavered before resuming, "it was an experiment, and part of it was to see if chokers were made by someone with giver powers, sir yes sir!" with shaky hands, he formed two fists. "i-it's the truth! that's what makes me feel like i can say this again!" fu put both fists on his hips. "please, make me your minion! sir!"

enjin rubbed a hand down his face. convinced. the boy was definitely stupid. rudo gently tugged at his choker, fingertips grazing the surface like it could shatter. "the chokers… were made with the watchman series?" only silence followed after his inquiry. enjin's nose crinkled with frustration and he pushed back against his stool with a groan. "fine! i hate to do this, but if we're gonna clear things up, we have no choice!" he raked a hand through his hair, locking eyes with bro. "we're going to the information broker. and we're gonna ask all about all of this!"

gnomulas was quick to oppose, slamming both hands down on the wooden table. "enjin, have you lost your mind? you want to go to that pain in the patella for answers?! that's the worst idea!" but enjin refused to acknowledge his words, turning to rudo. a single mutter of his name had the boy captivated. "you want to get this information. are you prepared to pay, whatever the cost?" his eyes scanned rudo's face for hesitation. but all he found was resolve.