Atsumu's P.O.V
By the time Atsumu woke up at 7:00 for work, he found Osamu still sleeping on the couch. He stopped for a second to look at his brother who was sprawled over the couch cushions on his back with a blanket he lent him over one leg and the other leg hanging out of the couch. Regardless of how warm it was, he was slightly shivering. His face was peaceful, but his under eyes had started turning greyer, sweat beads painted his face. Atsumu frowned and ended up wacking his brother's forehead to wake him up. He was getting impatient waiting so long to talk to him.
"Ow-" Osamu inhaled sharply, opening his eyes just long enough to notice an impatient Atsumu before squeezing his eyes back shut, pinching the middle of his brows with his fingers, "Did you really have to hit me on the head? My hangover's already killing me." He groaned.
Atsumu left to the kitchen abruptly to get a bottle of water and came back to chuck it at his brother who took it to the head again. "Oi!" He whined even more.
"Are you gonna talk now? I don't have all day. I need to go to work." Osamu finally opened his eyes, slowly sitting up and taking a sip from the bottle that had just attacked his head. Atsumu stood in front of him, a few feet away.
The room tensed up.
"I'm...not really sure what to say." His eyes shifted away from the bleached blonde as his voice quietened.
"You're the one that wanted to talk. Say something and stop wasting my time." Atsumu dropped to the floor cross legged. Osamu looked at him, worry in his eyes. He bit his lip before exhaling loudly through his nose.
"Okay." Osamu started, "I relapsed a week after we came back. I...don't know what it was that made me do it but all I knew was that I still felt the same as I did before. You know?"
"What does that mean??"
"Just, I used to be a depressed junkie and now I'm just...depressed. And drugs, I don't expect you to understand it, Atsumu, but they make me feel something that isn't always sad."
Atsumu scoffed, " Yea, I bet you love watching everyone else worry their fucking lives out just so you could feel could feel good about yourself, huh?"
"No, that's not-"
"Do you even feel good? Do you see yourself right now? You wouldn't stop shaking, your face looks like a fucking wreck and you're getting more and more delusional. Do you really think this shit's gonna keep you happy forever? I hate to break it to you, bro, but you're gonna die."
"Maybe that's what I want." Osamu blurted out, but he immediately regretted it seeing Atsumu's expression drop from anger to shock. "I..." He tried to say something, but kept quiet. There was a painful silence in the living room for a couple of seconds. Osamu looked away again whilst Atsumu searched for his eyes, staring at him in disbelief.
"It's...it's been three years, Osamu." This got a response from his brother as he immediately looked up. Osamu clenched his jaw and swallowed, his brows furrowing a bit. "When will you get over him?"
"Don't." Osamu whispered.
"Why can't you just accept it? Huh?" Atsumu's voice rose as he stood up now, looking agitated. "It's been three. Fucking. Years and you decide to add to our mourning with your drug addiction? Did you forget that he was an addict too?"
"I said stop, Atsumu."
Atsumu laughed, his eyes wide as if he was losing any sense of sanity. "You're still in denial, aren't you? After all this time. Well, maybe if I remind you of what happened to your little best friend three years ago, you might get some sense back into your head."
"Please don-"
"Remember how it started off? How the two of us didn't think much of it when he first started with coke? Remember how we would see him shaking and puking his guts out some nights? Then he moved on to harder stuff like what you're doing right now because he wanted to feel something just like you, didn't he?"
"Shut up." Osamu now stood up, facing Atsumu directly.
"Remember how we had to watch him get worse and worse? How he looked like he didn't sleep for days? How he would get pissed off and beat the shit out of you for trying to stop him because his withdrawals took the better of him? Remember how that made us drift apart from him for a few months? And then what happened, huh? Enlighten me with that one phone call you got on his birthday."
Osamu's eyes flared. "Atsumu, I swear if you-"
"It was his parents calling you. What did they tell you?" Atsumu balled his fists, and yelled as loudly as his could, putting all his anger and frustration into what he said next. "THEY TOLD YOU THAT YOUR FUCKING BEST FRIEND HAD OVERDOSED AND WAS FOUND LYING ON THE ROAD. THEY TOLD YOU THAT KITA IS FUCKING DEAD."
With that, Osamu lost it and lunged at his brother, harshly pinning him against the wall behind Atsumu causing his head to smash against the concrete. Grunting, Atsumu shoved his brother off of him. Osamu tripped, falling painfully onto his back and Atsumu used this as a chance to hold his brother's wrists down to the floor as he watched his brother struggle to try and throw a punch at him.
"I'm not letting go until you calm down!" Osamu struggled a bit more, grunting and breathing heavily, trying to shake lose, but too weak and tired to actually escape the bleached blonde's grip. Atsumu saw the small amount of tears that sat at the corners of Osamu's eyes.
"I lost Kita to drugs...I'm not gonna lose you too." Atsumu quietened his voice and to this, Osamu suddenly stopped. His eyes looking up at his brother's, a look of surprise and realisation.
With that, Atsumu got up, letting his brother go. "I'll leave first." He refused to look at his brother as he turned his back to him, heading towards the front door. "Oh, and text me your roommate's number." This left a shaken up Osamu lying on the floor puzzled as Atsumu closed the apartment door behind him.
He didn't leave for work immediately but instead lent his back against the closed door of his apartment, looking up at the hallway lights. A few seconds later, he fished his phone out of his pocket and opened up Tanaka's contact on Imessage.
-Hey man can you do me a solid? I'll pay you
