[Haikyuu!!] God Favors Even Numbers (Miya Twins BG)

Inarizaki’s cooking club has two Shoji, and its volleyball team has two Miya. There was only a 0.05% chance of having two pairs in the same grade at the same school. It was as if fate were trying to prove to the world that “there must be another me out there.” But the idea that twins always fall for the same person is just a rumor that got out of hand. So the sharp-tongued older sister falls for three-year-old Miya Atsumu, while her single-minded cooking-prodigy younger sister starts feeding five-year-old Miya Osamu. And so begins the romance between two sets of twins. - 1. Told from both sisters’ perspectives. The original story’s adulthood plot will be changed, and the brothers will both keep playing volleyball. 2. For the most part, it’s a warm, everyday-life story. That’s it! - For related extras and assorted ramblings, visit @ExpiredCookieFallsOnTatooine For other upcoming Inarizaki stories, see my profile. Please add them to your favorites! A story about Suna Rintaro: Half a Melted Mint Candy Peppermint, adapted from a collection of short stories on my profile An everyday romance between a clever corsac fox and a genius girl - Rumor had it that Inarizaki High had three supernatural mysteries. There were bones buried beneath an empty patch on the east side of the renovated field; lights had been seen late at night in the student council office, abandoned for years and long disconnected from the power; and typing could be heard in the unused computer room on the fourth floor of the school building in the afternoons. Wait, weren’t there only two legends? But this was a new legend, the only true one. - That summer, when I was four and a half, I lost my mother. I remember the drive from the aquarium to our house took twenty-eight minutes, with one train transfer and seven stops. But Mother left in a taxi. I really liked its license plate, but I didn’t chase after her. Only when Grandma appeared beside me and took my hand did I point in the direction the car had disappeared and say, “A taxi’s license plate is a taxi number. That’s so interesting.” 1729. The night before, Dad had told me the story of Ramanujan before bed. Theme: Youth