ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔔𝔲𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔪

SORRY ABT TYPOS </3

TW: implied death

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Suna and Osamu weren't exactly on speaking terms.

And now that Osamu was home 24/7, he heard Atsumu.

Every time he woke up screaming and sobbing.

Osamu was going to school with black eyes and bruised ribs. When he rushed over to console his twin, Atsumu's immediate reaction was violence. Punches, jabs, kicks, all while he cried and begged Osamu to leave him alone.

It was heart-breaking.

Osamu rubbed his brother's shoulders, feeling him tremble and hearing him hiccup and sniffle. Soft music played through Osamu's cracked phone. Atsumu held a death grip around his twin's arms, but Osamu didn't care.

He wouldn't care if Atsumu cut Osamu's hand off.

If it helped him, Osamu would let him do whatever the hell he needed to.

Atsumu took a deep breath, finally releasing Osamu's bruised arms.

"Shit-sorry," He laughed weakly. Osamu wiped his face, cupping Atsumu's cheek.

"Don' worry 'bout it." Osamu smiled warmly. Atsumu looked into his brother's eyes.

"Wha's goin' on b'tween you 'n' Suna?" He mumbled. Osamu parted his lips but didn't answer. "Ya seemed s' close 'n' all... but now yer not even talkin'," he pointed out. Osamu chewed on his inner cheek.

"Don't worry 'bout it," was all he could say. "'s not important," he declared with another smile. Atsumu narrowed his eyes.

"Do ya like 'im?" Atsumu wondered.

Osamu's eyes widened ever so slightly.

"N-" he paused. "No."

Atsumu rolled his eyes.

"Liar."

Osamu gasped childishly.

"How dare ya, ya li'l' shit!" He teased. Atsumu giggled softly. Osamu rubbed Atsumu's forehead gently. "Are ya gonna talk to Sakusa-San?"

Atsumu bit his lip.

"What should I even say, 'Samu? He's fuckin' gay but... by now everyone's gonna think 'm a homophobic shitbag."

Osamu ruffled Atsumu's hair.

"Who knows. Maybe if ya talk to 'im, he'll say yes," Osamu offered. Atsumu shook his head.

"Fat chance."

Osamu stood up and sighed.

"Never know unless ya try." Osamu yawned, checking the time.

Three in the morning.

It was Monday.

"'M gonna check out the corner store. We're outta beer and milk."

Panic filled Atsumu's eyes.

"No, wait!" He grabbed Osamu's wrist. Osamu looked back at him. "Don't... please..."

Osamu inhaled deeply. He sat next to his brother and rested his forehead on his knees, pulling out a cigarette from the pack on the table. He lit the end and sighed before offering it to his brother. Atsumu took the cigarette and blew out a few small puffs of smoke before handing it back.

"Ya wanna skip tomorrow?" Osamu asked, sticking the cigarette between his lips. Atsumu hugged himself tightly.

"No..."