bent & bruised

ACT II \ a threadbare lover

UNLOVE.

Let me unlove you. You watch the blonde walking with her down the opposite hall, hatred burning with the fire of a thousands suns filling your gaze as you let yourself think like the worst of humanity at the sight of the happy couple. 

You used to wonder if whatever god had in store for you was cruel but Miya Atsumu taught you that love was most definitely crueler. 

"Oi, Suzuki-san," a low voice calls, puling your gaze to take in the tall figure waiting patiently by your locker, the one you hadn't had your attention on for a while now. His yellow eyes cut quickly to see the receding figures of the pair you had just been watching and something like pity passes in his yellow irises, lips pressing into a line before murmuring softly again. "...let's just go, okay?"

You make sort of a hum in reply, shutting your locker and walking with Suna down the hallway to the student lot where the rest of the dismissed students have begun to go their separate ways from the end of the day. 

A certain gray haired male stands just outside the entrance, hands stuffed in his pockets with a plastic grocery bag hanging at his wrist. At the call of his name, you watch as he turns, his grey eyes finding yours first, his face a near copy of someone far near lethal to your heart than you'd like to admit. 

"Took ya long enough," he sighs, voice just a little louder than your fox-like cousin, taking his place at your left with Suna on your right as the three of you make it to the gate of Inarizaki Kōkō. "Was gonna leave yer slow asses."

You scoff at this, punching the male lightly in the arm, your mood having lightened a little since leaving school. "And who'd let your free-loadin' ass into my house, huh?"

Osamu sees this, and not wanting to let the distraction pass, he plays along. "Yer ma, stupid," he replies, and Suna chuckles a little next to you. "At least with me, she won't worry about burnin' the kitchen down."

You roll your eyes, hands finding the tie holding your hair up before pulling it out, long locks tumbling down your shoulders. "Yeah, I guess you're right," you sigh, a hand combing through a tangle. Osamu's always wondered why you've never kept it down, over the years having watched you always tie it up no matter how much time you had to get ready. 

Maybe one day Osamu could tie it up for you; that is if you ever stopped looking at his twin brother and gave him just a moment of your time. 

But it couldn't be helped, Osamu supposed, because everyone seemed to love his brother, and yet, here he was: so incredibly taken by you. 

Suna cuts in before it can get too quiet, his gaze narrowing just a little at the other male beside you, comprehending what you had not paid attention to. "She's workin' late again, so she said we're free eat whatever," he informs, prompting a hum from you. 

You snap your fingers, both Suna and Osamu turning to watch as your expression shifts to something warmer. Prettier, Osamu thinks. "Let's get ramen, we haven't seen Ichigo-san in a while," you suggest, mouth already watering at the thought of your favorite tonkotsu broth. 

"Last one to finish their bowl's payin'," Osamu quips, a playful smile curling on his lips, and you turn to see the familiar, mischievous glint in Suna's eyes, irritation at their boyish antics causing your brows to knit. 

You brush it off though, "whatever, at least I've got the means to pay."

"Ooh, Y/n-san is so generous," Osamu muses, hand going to mess up your hair, to which you respond by swatting his hand away, reflexes not quite fast enough for you to miss. Because you don't and Suna laughs a little more at the sight of Osamu's pout, other hand rubbing his unfortunate one. 

Suna watched as the two of you argued, biting at each other in harmless insults. He hoped you wouldn't stay blind forever to the love around you. 

But most of all, he hoped you knew you weren't unlovable. 

EPIGRAPH

"love hurts & it shouldn't have,
it shouldn't hurt."
— psychophant \ BOYS