ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔪

"Ribs are still fucked, huh?" Aran noticed, sitting next to Osamu. The Miya offered him a weak smile and thanks when Aran lit his cigarette for him.

The window was open ajar since the a/c had broken down, so Osamu figured it was fine.

He closed his eyes and exhale a small puff of smoke with his sigh.

Aran watched him carefully.

"Where'd she go?" He wondered aloud. Osamu shrugged and winced.

"Fuck, if I know. She usually drops off the radar a month at most." Osamu leaned his head against the wall, getting sick of lying in a futon all day. "Ya got my homework?"

"Mm," Aran answered, pulling out the papers from his backpack. He watched Osamu read through the sheets carefully, eyes zipping over the tiny print. "Hey... um..."

Osamu glanced up.

"I know you don' wanna get separated from Atsumu. Twin thing and all but... this is getting out of hand," Aran murmured. Osamu lowered his hands.

"What is?" He questioned.

"Things with yer ma," Aran mumbled. Osamu looked away.

"We're fine-"

"Fuck, no, y'aren't, Miya." Aran pinched the bridge of his nose and furrowed his brow. "Yer fucking ribs are broken. She put dope in ya, you were sick with a fever for days!"

Osamu clenched his jaw.

"Don't give me shit," he muttered. Aran frowned.

"Miya—"

"Ya live in the neighborhood but ya don't know what it's like, so fuck off." Osamu put out the cigarette on the floor then tossed it out the window, wincing when his side ached. Aran pursed his lips.

"Kita's star'in' to catch on."

Osamu froze.

"Like hell he is," he replied nervously. Aran shrugged.

"He's smart," Aran declared. Osamu chewed his lip.

"Well there's nothin' to find out anyway," he lied blatantly. Aran rolled his eyes then stood up, patting Osamu's shoulder.

"Don't gaslight yerself, Miya," he warned before walking away. Osamu watched the door slide close.

He was alone.

After much persuasion, he managed to convince his twin to go to school. Practice must have ended but Osamu would often hang out with some of his teammates, so he figured his brother was doing the same.

He was obviously dealing with a bit of a dry spell.

For starters, he was indoors all day. Sunlight from the dirty window would only do so much. He was eating less thanks to his injury, and being bedridden meant lots of smoking and drinking while he was alone.

With their mother gone and her "friends" banging on the door in search of her, it was a regular fight between Atsumu and the men. Osamu would be stuck in their shared room, hearing Atsumu threaten the men with their rotted baseball bat until they left. Or at least, that's what it sounded like. Atsumu always showed up hours later, but it probably seemed that way because Osamu would drift off to sleep as soon as the noise disappeared.

And then there was Suna.

Suna Suna Suna

He showed up once and then never came back.

Osamu wanted to get better quickly.

He remembered the warmth and softness of Suna...'s bed.

Yeah,