ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔗𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔪

TW: Implied death, rape

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Atsumu had only seen his brother get angry twice in his life.

The first time was when they were thirteen.

Osamu beat a twenty-year-old man to death and pleaded self-defense.

The man was trying to kill their mother.

Osamu was given probation.

The second time was just less than an hour ago.

Atsumu knew that by tomorrow, Osamu would get a call.

Osamu was swinging the bat with control. He only injured them.

No one died.

Doesn't matter though.

Atsumu rubbed his wrists and looked down in shame, his eyes wet still and his body trembling.

"Fuck, why'd ya have to come home early ?" He asked weakly. Osamu stared at him.

"Are... are you okay?" Osamu murmured, kneeling and wiping his hands on his shirt.

Atsumu glanced up then looked away before nodding. Osamu clenched his jaw and inhaled.

"Don't lie—" He started to scold.

"Fuck! What do ya want me ta say, 'Samu?" Atsumu sighed. He buried his face in his hands. Osamu's eyes were stinging with oncoming tears.

"How long—mm... how long have you been lettin' 'em..." Osamu whispered.

Atsumu stared.

"Lettin' them?" Atsumu repeated. However, his face of anger fell. "I—it and doesn't matter—"

Osamu banged the wall with his fist, making Atsumu jump.

Atsumu was already on edge. Osamu accidentally let his frustration get the best of him.

Osamu was pissed. At himself. At the men. That he let get away with just a few scrapes. Meanwhile, his twin was shaking while he sat on the floor, covered in marks from head to toe. Around his neck and arms and thighs. Osamu wasn't able to get his anger out. So he was going to start crying if Atsumu didn't answer him.

"How long?" He repeated. Atsumu looked down in despair.

"'Samu, 'm sorry—"

"Tell me."

Atsumu closed his eyes a dropped his head.

"Since we were little."

Osamu looked up at the ceiling, blinking away his tears.

"'Tsumu."

"I dunno! We were... maybe eight—"

"Fuck!" Osamu shouted and kicked the table. Atsumu winced and recoiled, closing his eyes and quivering. Osamu paced around and covered his mouth, the tears finally falling.

"'M sorry—please don't... please don't hate me—" Atsumu's voice was warbly and his chin was dripping.

Osamu gawked.

Atsumu was crying.

Because he felt responsible.

"No, no, no 'Tsumu it's not yer fault—" Osamu promised, rushing over to cup his twin's cheeks.

"I let them," Atsumu interrupted. Osamu opened his mouth to protest. "I knew you were lettin' Ma hurt ya so she wouldn't hurt me. 'Samu I couldn't stand you taking this fall either."