ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔇𝔲𝔬

"What happened to your face?"

Osamu glanced up at Aran.

"Probably happened during their brotherly squabble," Akagi teased. Osamu felt his twin's stare. The discoloration was prominent, and his arm's bandage had drawn attention for not being a compression sleeve.

"Get off my back, I just fell, and then 'Tsumu punched me," Osamu declared, shooting a faux glare at his brother. Atsumu however, looked a bit worried. He knew who caused the bruise. Suna slinked behind Osamu and opened his locker, his skin sleek with sweat. He wiped his forehead and tugged his shirt over his body, pulling it off. Osamu stared.

"Ngh~shit... you feel so—GOOD~!"

Osamu shook his head in an attempt to be rid of the voice from the night before and pulled off his own shirt. However, he didn't peel his eyes away from the blocker. Suna's skin was surprisingly pale despite the sunny weather. Though to be fair, Osamu had never seen the boy step outside. It wasn't a sickly color, but a fair one. He ran his fingers through his dark brown tresses and squinted into his locker. Osamu stared at his lean frame.

Even though he was taller than Osamu by just a few centimeters, the Miya had him beat in brawn with his muscular build and broad shoulders.

Osamu noticed a faint bruise on Suna's hip, similar to a handprint. Without thinking he poked Suna's side.

"Ow!" Suna yelped, rubbing his waist and shooting Osamu a confused and annoyed look. "What the hell?" Osamu didn't have a reply.

"Hey, Rin," Omimi called out. Osamu glanced at the boy. "How's dorm life?"

Suna clicked his tongue.

"My roommate has a sock on the door every other night like he's in fuckin' college," Suna snarked. "He's got the ugliest moans too."

Several students in the club room laughed at his remark, whilst Kita just shook his head with disappointment.

"Ya moved into the dorm?" Osamu inquired. Suna nodded as he tugged off his shorts and grabbed his sweatpants.

"What the fuck, Rintarou?!" Someone gasped. Suna glanced over his shoulder where Atsumu was standing.

"Fuck you gawkin' at, blondie?" Suna replied.

"Yer legs are pretty red," Aran explained. Suna glanced down.

And that's when the tiny, minute, atomic-sized, nearly impossible-to-see metaphorical lightbulb in Osamu's head went off.

His face flushed and his cheeks burned with the heat of a thousand active volcanoes—he was remembering middle school science class far too well for some reason.

Osamu gripped his shirt and gasped softly, earning a few concerned looks from his classmates.

"Y'alright, 'Samu?" Atsumu asked while clapping his brother on the back and making the grey-haired boy stumble forward. Osamu reached for Suna with a shaky hand. He placed his palm on Suna's bare shoulder and accidentally made the blocker flinch. He glanced up at Osamu as he aggressively pushed away the twin's hand.

"Fuck are ya doin'?" Suna asked weakly.

"Can we talk?" Osamu asked quietly so he would hide the tremors in his voice.

"We are talkin', dumbass," Suna replied. Osamu glanced around the club room, not wanting to draw attention.

"Erm, in private?"

Suna sighed but nodded.

If Osamu's hunch was correct, Suna remembered every detail from that night at the party, and he could fill in the missing time. However, Osamu already knew enough to figure out what had happened, and what he was going to do from there.