A/n: this is a time skip one shot :)

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"Whaddya think, (f/n)? Is she the one?"

The golden-haired man beside you lifted his phone out of his lap and plopped it into your patiently awaiting palm. When you moved the glowing device closer to your face, his head followed and eventually came to rest against your shoulder. A deeper inspection of the image on his screen revealed the dating profile of a busty woman whose name you didn't really care to read.

"Nah."

"Damn! Really? Or are ya only sayin' that 'cause you're jealous?" In response to his taunting, you pressed the red X on the left corner of the screen, sending the woman's page fluttering back into cyberspace, never to be seen again. "Man... she was hot," he grumbled, his honey brown eyes watching his phone with dismay as you continued your evaluations of the next couple of hopefuls who had liked his own profile.

"'Tsumu, what the hell are you even doing on a dating app? You've never had trouble attracting the female gaze," you wondered, shifting your feet under the toasty duvet draped atop your plush mattress.

The professional volleyball player beside you released a long sigh and let his head fall back onto the pillow shoved between his neck and the wall behind your bed. "I know, but all this trainin' and travelin' for volleyball games makes it hard for me to meet women who ain't just obsessed fangirls mesmerized by my volleyball skills," he argued.

Pressing a small picture of Atsumu in the top corner of the screen brought him to his own profile, which read, Pro volleyball player for the MSBY Black Jackals, directly underneath his headshot. You then shoved it in his face, lighting up his features with the glow from the screen. "Well, putting this as the first thing in your bio isn't gonna help you avoid them!"

"You 'n 'Samu really are meant for each other; scrutinizin' every little thing," he commented, narrowing his eyes at you and plucking his phone from your hand.

Sinking further into your bed and slumping against your pillows, you retorted, "Hey, you were the one who asked for my help. Besides, I know the real reason why you're so hell-bent on getting a girlfriend all of a sudden." The irritated gaze he was regarding you with became more suspicious as he waited for your theory. "It's obviously because 'Samu keeps teasing you about being single, isn't it?"

His eye twitched slightly and he crossed his arms in front of his chest as he whipped his head away so his gaze was directed at the humming television on the wall facing your bed. "Maybe," he murmured almost inaudibly, making you giggle softly. While spending time with Atsumu meant being subjected to his vain and self-serving commentary a majority of the time, you couldn't deny that he offered you a sliver of relief in these trying times of yours.

The sound of a key turning in the front door down the hall made your heart flutter in your chest with anticipation. "(F/n)?" a familiar voice called. Your boyfriend's tall figure appeared in the living room, which you could see through the open door to your bedroom, and you gave him a small wave. Setting down his keys and a reusable bag on the kitchen counter, he slid his house shoes on and shuffled down the hallway before plopping his duffel bag onto the floor by your closet. "Hey, babe," Osamu greeted you, a small smile crossing his lips as his grayish-brown eyes met with your own (e/c) ones.

"Hey, 'Samu," was your gentle response. You melted into his touch when he placed his hand on the side of your face to pull you in for a kiss.

"Ya didn't lay into 'Tsumu too much didja? You know he's got a fragile ego," he inquired, his words oozing sarcasm.

Atsumu scoffed incredulously. "And people thought I was a dick in high school!"

"You were, and, for the record, you still are sometimes," you corrected him.

His brown eyes moved back to his phone as he grumbled, "Whatever, I could care less. Both of ya still hang 'round me, regardless. Besides, that's not what Sakura-chan from Sendai thinks!" A satisfied smirk crept across his mouth as his fingers moved quickly across the keyboard on his phone to send a reply to this Sakura-chan.

You rolled your eyes before fixing them on Osamu, who had left your bedside to rummage through his duffel bag. As he did this, you noticed the picture on the television suddenly become more pixellated and unintelligible. The sound, which you'd set on a low volume to serve solely as background noise, stuttered before going out entirely.

"Damn, this app just froze up on me right before I could hit send!" Atsumu groaned loudly. Not even ten seconds after his complaint echoed around your room, the lights all across your apartment suddenly went out, bathing your home in darkness save for the white light shining from the screen of Atsumu's phone. The suddenness of the power outage combined with a loud clap of thunder made you jolt violently and cry out for your boyfriend almost instinctively.

The padding of feet nearing you alerted you to his presence, and he gently tapped your leg, asking you to scoot over so he could sit beside you. When you obliged, the mattress sank with his weight, and you let him engulf your shaking body in his warm embrace. Since Osamu's joining you on the bed had squeezed you closer to his own twin brother as well, Atsumu laid his head on your unoccupied shoulder while he gazed forlornly at his unsent message. The silence hanging in the air was filled with the heavy pounding of rain against the windows and walls of your apartment. Another flash of lightning that split the darkness followed by a booming roar of thunder made you tighten your grasp around your boyfriend.

"Ya got any candles, (f/n)? And not those smelly, girly ones, since I can't stand 'em," Atsumu inquired as he switched off his phone, leaving the three of you in complete darkness.

"My light box..." you uttered hopelessly, moving away from Osamu for a moment to peer over his shoulder. You could faintly discern the silhouette of the small device you kept on your bedside table for light therapy, but it too had faded due to its dependence on electricity.

Rubbing your shoulder soothingly, Osamu assured you, "Don't worry, (f/n). The battery-powered one I ordered for ya got in today, so I brought it. Close your eyes for a second now so it doesn't blind ya." You shut your eyes and buried your face in his shirt for a few moments before allowing your eyelids to slowly open and adjust to the small hub of brightness that Osamu had brought and set down on your nightstand.

"Thanks, baby," you murmured softly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks at your doting boyfriend's unexpected gift.

He planted a kiss against your head and nestled his face in amongst your (h/l), (h/c) strands of hair before giving a quiet command to his twin. "The candles are in the living room. Mind fetchin' some, 'Tsumu?"

On any other day he would've ignored his brother's request, but he saw your desperate gaze fixated on the light box Osamu had gotten you as if averting it would result in you being swallowed up by the darkness. Because of this, his weight against you lifted and he trudged out of the bedroom to complete the task Osamu had set him to. "Well," his voice called from the doorway when he'd gathered the candles and a lighter, "I've gotta get back to the inn. If the outage hit there too then Bokkun's probably freaked out, sittin' in the dark thinkin' I got snatched by a demon. You've seen how 'is brain works. Or doesn't, I guess."

Osamu released you for a moment so Atsumu could give you a parting hug while delivering a firm pat on the shoulder to his brother. Once he'd said his goodbyes, he collected his things and left your apartment with his phone in hand to use as a flashlight. "Thanks for sending him to keep me company, 'Samu," you said softly.

"'Course," was his simple response as he turned a lighter on with a snap and dragged the flame across the wicks of the candles Atsumu had gathered. When they had been lit, he turned off the light box to preserve its battery life. "Come with me into the kitchen and we'll eat dinner together. I brought you your favorite from the shop." 

Knowing your boyfriend was here to take care of you now gave you a bit of hope and energy that had been missing before his arrival. For the first time in hours, you were able to emerge from your bed and leave the threshold of your bedroom with candles in tow. Osamu's hand on the small of your back was an unspoken reassurance that guided your slightly wobbly legs on your journey with him to the kitchen. Despite it being such a short distance away, it had felt like miles for the past few weeks.

From a young age, the late fall and entirety of winter season had brought you a great deal of sadness and sapped your motivation. As the days shortened, bringing darkness upon the world at earlier hours, your anxiety levels skyrocketed. It wasn't until your teenage years that you'd been diagnosed with seasonal affective disorder, also known as SAD. Your bouts of apathy and fatigue became more and more intolerable as you grew older, causing you to miss a few days of school in the last months of every the year before winter break. As a working adult, your days off were more limited, but your boss's awareness of your condition meant you could work remotely if you didn't have the strength to make it into the office.

In the early months of your budding friendship with the Miya twins, they'd been alerted to your condition when they would come to your house to pester you about not attending school only to be told by your mother that you were not ill, but dealing with something else. After confiding in them about your condition, they had been more understanding of your seasonal absences. On days when you had forced yourself to attend class despite your deteriorating mental and physical conditions, they would abandon their usual spots with the volleyball team to sit with you at lunch and keep you company.

After high school, your friendship with Osamu blossomed into a romance despite your lives taking you in different directions. You worked 5 days of the week in the city, while he ran and maintained Onigiri Miya nearly all seven days. Your home was on the outskirts, putting a distance worth forty-five minutes of travel time between you, and this, combined with your busy work schedules often kept you apart a majority of the time. However, on your breaks, you would visit him, and when he had days off, he would make a beeline for your apartment to spend them with you.

While he hadn't originally planned to take this entire weekend off, he wanted to take care of you, since the weather had forecasted a huge storm that he was sure would further hinder your abilities to cope with your condition. Aside from this, he'd noticed that you were losing weight again and looking paler than usual. The bags under your eyes had grown deeper and more difficult to hide under makeup, and your arrivals at his shop had been less frequent this week. Even though Osamu was known for his laidback personality and relatively blunt statements, he was highly perceptive and aware of your needs, much to your satisfaction.

"C'mon, eat up," Osamu encouraged from where he sat on the floor beside you, watching you stare at the onigiri platter resting on the wooden table in front of you, "You're lookin' awful thin."

Anyone else who made the same comment would've received a harsh scolding from you, but, after being with the man for a few years now, you knew his words came from a place of affection regardless of their sometimes tactless delivery. Your tired eyes moved to the flickering, warm glow radiating from the candles he had placed on the table, then over to his face. His gray gaze appeared slightly orange from the slowly burning flames as he watched you diligently. A small rice ball was sandwiched between his chopsticks and suspended in midair, revealing his intent to abstain from eating until you'd taken your first bite.

Knowing how much he loved food, his refusal to begin eating without you was a clear sign of the love he harbored for you, and, once you realized this, you timidly reached for your chopsticks. Picking up one of the skillfully crafted rice balls on your plate, you slowly raised it up to your mouth and took a small bite, letting the comfortingly familiar flavors stimulate your senses. Pleased to see that you were eating, Osamu rubbed your back gently and began tucking into his own meal.

Since you couldn't watch TV or any of the streaming channels on your laptop due to the power outage, Osamu had set his phone on the table and played some instrumental music to mask the elemental noises of wind howling, rain pounding, and thunder rumbling outside. You hadn't shared such a quiet dinner together in a long time, since Atsumu and the rest of his team had a habit of crashing your meals whenever they were in the area, so you appreciated having time alone with your boyfriend regardless of the circumstances.

After you'd eaten as much as you could using the little energy you had and the shrinking amount of space available in your stomach due to your unhealthy eating patterns, Osamu had helped clear everything up. He had then collected some more blankets from your room and piled them over your shivering body before going through your bookshelf in search of ways to kill the time, since it was only 7 o'clock in the evening.

"Are you sure you wanna start this?" you asked with an eyebrow raised as he placed a game of Connect Four down on the table.

"You're just scared of gettin' your ass beat," was his taunting response. He opened the box and set the stand up before pushing the red chips towards you and keeping the yellow ones for himself. With a scoff, you dropped your first chip into one of the slots, beginning a game with him anyway.

It didn't take long for the calm, self-assured expression he wore to fade as he suffered one loss after another. When you won another round, gesturing to your column of four with pride, his eyebrows furrowed and he sent a skeptical glance your way. "Are ya cheatin' or somethin'? It ain't natural to win that many times in a row. Coulda sworn I saw ya put in two chips at once," he complained.

"I've been winning, fair and square, this entire time, babe," you snickered, amused by his competitiveness.

Putting his hand on the floor and boosting himself up, he stormed over to the bookshelf once again. "Alright, I ain't showin' any mercy in checkers, so prepare yourself." He set the box on the table with a clatter and seated himself down across from you once again, a diligent look on his face as he opened the game and set it up with great haste.

"Is losing your way of showing mercy?" you teased, a shit-eating smirk tugging at your lips.

Your own squeal soon echoed through the room when he suddenly rushed to his feet, darted around the table to gently push you down onto the floor, and unleashed a wave of tickles across your body. His fingers dancing along your skin while he sat on your hips and pinned you down made you erupt into the most powerful laughter you'd experienced in a long time, and a gentle smile came to Osamu's face when he noticed your enjoyment in spite of your flailing arms and kicking legs. "That oughta teach ya not ta mess with me," he commented as he ceased his teasing and moved off of you to kneel on the floor beside you.

"You know that's not gonna stop me." Your smiling face made him feel at ease, but he could tell that you were tired, so he wrapped his arms around your blanket-covered form and lifted you off the wooden paneling. After he'd blown out the candles on the coffee table, he carried you back to your room and gently set you down on your bed before crawling under the covers with you.

A few minutes of comfortable silence ensued as he took your face in one of his hands and gently stroked your cheek. The faint shards of moonlight seeping between the slats of the blinds covering a window nearby revealed that his steady gaze was focused on you, making your heart thud in your chest. He moved closer to you, letting his other arm circle your back, and you felt warmth on your forehead when he pressed his against it before giving you a gentle kiss. Feeling his soft lips against yours reminded you of how long it had been since the two of you had shared small moments of intimacy like the one you were experiencing now.

"I wish you could stay with me all the time," you murmured, pulling away from him slightly and running your fingers through his dark gray hair, "I always feel so much better when you're here."

Seeing the yearning in your eyes prompted him to nestle his face in your neck and place more soft kisses along it. "We'll live together soon. Promise." A small sniffle alerted him to the sudden tears streaming down your face, and he moved his face away from the crook of your neck to regard you with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"I love you so much, 'Samu," you told him, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Using his thumbs to brush your tears away as they spilled over your soft skin, he replied, "I love you too, (f/n). Now, don't start gettin' all sentimental on me, baby. No need to be cryin' while I'm here. I'm the nice one, remember?"

His bluntly spoken words made you smile, as per usual, and he showered you with more kisses. Soon, a loud click, followed by the sensation of brightness through your closed eyelids made you pause your affectionate lip-locking once more to find the power had been restored to your apartment. The television came back to life in the background and all the lights flickered on again.

"Well, lucky you," Osamu commented, glancing around the room, "Since we can watch a movie, I'll spare ya an ass whoopin' in checkers. For now."