ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔔𝔲𝔦𝔫𝔮𝔲𝔢

Osamu winced when touched his lower lid, swollen and purple like a plum. He sighed and gripped the sink while he stared into the dirty mirror. Blood stained his lip and chin. His hair was dry and his roots were showing.

"Hey, 'Tsumu!" He shouted, clenching his jaw from the pain. "I need ta dye my roots, could ya help?!" There were heavy footfalls and the door opened. Osamu glanced back and gasped. "The fuck happened to you?!"

Atsumu laughed weakly and scratched the back of his head.

He looked worse than Osamu.

A busted lip, a broken nose, dark bruising around his neck and arms, and a really bad black eye.

Osamu walked over and cupped Atsumu's face, frowning when his twin grunted in pain. He slapped Osamu's hand away, but Osamu simply grabbed and gripped his jaw.

"Who the fuck did this?!" He shouted, looking over his face. His eyes landed on the handprint-like marks on his neck. "Someone try to kill ya?!"

"It's fine, 'Samu!" Atsumu promised. Osamu clicked his tongue.

"Who, Atsumu?!"

"Doesn' fuckin' matter!" Atsumu replied.

"FUCK IT DOES! WHO THE FUCK DID THIS?!" Osamu screamed. Atsumu flinched and squeezed his eyes shut. Osamu faltered.

He released Atsumu and turned around, pacing for a few seconds before shouting.

"AGH!" He slammed his fist into the wall, punching a hole straight through it. "FUCK! that fuckin' hurts." He shook his hand, knuckles bloody. Atsumu was trembling, clenching his arms and looking away.

"I... shit, Atsumu... I'm sorry," Osamu sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"'S fine," Atsumu mumbled. Osamu shook his head.

"No, fuck, it's not," Osamu declared. "I can't treat you like Ma, I'm sorry," he apologizes. Atsumu nodded but did not meet his eyes. Osamu rubbed his neck and stared at the bruises more closely.

"Hey... 'Tsumu, you'll tell me if somethin's happening, yeah?" He questioned. Atsumu faced him with a soft smile.

"'Course."

He was lying.

Osamu rubbed his forehead. Atsumu slowly walked over and dropped his arms.

"So... ya still want me to bleach yer roots?" He asked hesitantly. Osamu stared at him through the mirror.

"Yeah."

Atsumu opened the cabinet and grabbed some gloves, a brush, bleach powder and developer. Osamu had already section his hair so Atsumu pulled on the black gloves, snapping them before he started with the bleach.

"So uh... what's goin' on with you and Suna?" Atsumu asked. Osamu coughed.

"Nothin's goin' on," Osamu lied. Atsumu cocked his eyebrow at him.

"Uh huh."

"Wel what about you and Sakusa? He doesn' live that close, hell he doesn' even go to our school. When the hell did you two get so close?" Osamu teased. "Ya go over everyday?"

Atsumu paused, the brush hovering over Osamu's head. "'Tsumu?"

"Hmm?" Atsumu asked. Osamu glanced back.

"Y'alright?" Osamu spun around and leaned against the sink. Atsumu glanced down.

"I said 'm fine," he answered. Osamu pursed his lips.

"Whatever you say."

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