More Than Friends (Sequal to Just Friends)

Osamu (19)

TW!!!! DESCRIPTION AND MENTION OF RAPE!!!!

I paced back and forth, cursing at myself. I told mom I would protect him. I would protect my dumbass brother who seems to always bring trouble wherever he goes. And what's even worse is I knew. I knew about Sakusa, and how he was part of the mafia. I knew he took over as my boss for the daycare after Terushima disappeared. Yet I still didn't warn Atsumu.

"Fuck!" I groaned and turned to glare at Sakusa who was sitting at the table, arms crossed. "Do you even have any clue where he is?! Or what Kita did to him!"

"I know," he pondered for a moment, turning his head slightly. "I know what Kita did."

I gawked at him. "How the fuck- how? I found out from Kita himself. Atsumu never told anyone, so how do you know."

Sakusa looked down at the table, rummaging through papers. "He told me."

I was beyond surprised. Atsumu's never trusted anyone with that secret. Not even me. I found out on my own when I was in Kita's office. He has a diary that he keeps, of all the people he's done that too. Hundreds of students names were in there, as well as a time stamp. Like for a porn video. Atsumu's was 94 minutes. It gives me disgusting shivers everything I think about me.

He was so young, and yet for about an hour and a half, he was fucked over and over. What made me feel even worse is no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find the fucking video. I couldn't find anyone's video. I tried to tell another teacher, but they laughed at me before giving me detention for playing some sick joke.

I tried to get Atsumu to tell me. Yet no matter how hard I pushed, he seemed over it. Almost like he didn't want Kita to be found out.

"Im gonna call some people, just give me a moment." Sakusa said before standing up and leaving the room. I punched the counter feeling hopeless. There was nothing I could do, I'm not strong or have power like he does.

I heard the front door open, I rushed to the living room hoping to find Atsumu, but of course I hadn't. It was Suna. Gosh, seeing his face after all this chaos was relieving. I quickly hugged him, hopeing to calm myself down. "H-hey are you okay?" He asked hugging me back after dropping his bag to the ground.

I buried my face into his neck. How do I tell him?

"Okay," Said Sakusa as he entered the room behind us. I turned around, Suna peeking out behind my shoulder. Sakusa eyed Suna for the longest moment, his face unreadable. Suna gripped my arm, clearing his throat. Finally Sakusa shook his head, speaking slowly. "I know where they took him."

I  crossed my arms. "Really?"

He nodded, pulling out his phone. "I placed a tracker on him a while ago. But when he took that shower, it froze."

I didn't know where to begin. "Wait wait, you placed a tracker in my brother?!"

He crossed his arms this time. "Keep up will ya?" He glanced at Suna before looking back at me. "I wasn't able to get the tracker replaced, however," He looked around, "You guys have a tv right?"

I nodded toward the living room. He quickly went there. I turned to look at Suna. Suna started up at me, terrified. I placed a hand on his cheek. "Don't worry, we'll find him."

Suna shook his head, grabbing my shoulders. "Why is he here? Why- wha- who? Who are we finding?"

"Atsumu."

Suna eyes became dark. He took in a deep breath before pushing off me and rushing into the living room. "What the fuck did you do to him!" He screamed. I quickly followed trying to grab onto him however, before I could, he jumped on Sakusa. Surprised, Sakusa tumbled to the floor. Suna began hitting and punching him, Sakusa just barely dodging his hands. "Out of all fucking people! You had to pick him!?"

"W-wait! Suna stop!" Sakusa yelled at him, trying to push him off but Suna didn't stop. I rushed over and grabbed under his shoulders pulling him off. He struggled to get out of my grip.

"You could've just left me alone! I haven't done anything! You could've left Atsumu out of it! You lying bastard. Fuck you! Fuck you..." he cried, breaking down in my arms and leaning against me. Sakusa, sat up, leaning on his arms. He stared at us, at me. He knew I wanted answers. "Does he know?" Suna whispered.

Sakusa gulped. I squatted down, letting Suna rest on the floor instead of on his legs. He rubbed his eyes, one of his hands still gripping my shirt. "Well?!" He asked Sakusa.

"He doesn't." Sakusa whispered softly.