ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔗𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔪

Sorry this one's kinda short :(

I just haven't updated in a while and y'all deserve another chapter <3

Suna was different.

That's not just something he believed because his family always told him he was special.

He was fine at school. Average. Sports too. He had his likes and dislikes. He liked chuupet ice pops and hated the color yellow. He liked watching random fox videos and he never wanted to sleep alone. He like getting high and he didn't enjoy drinking.

He could have been perfectly normal.

But one thing stopped him from it.

He couldn't remember anyone's face.

Ever.

There was a word for it.

Prosopagnosia.

Pretty word.

Terrible meaning.

Suna couldn't recognize the faces of anyone he was familiar with.

That meant his parents, his sister, his teachers and friends.

And Osamu.

He could never remember Osamu's face.

He just knew it was gorgeous every time he saw him.

And that he fucked up, all because he couldn't remember what he looked like.

Aoi was a good student. An asshole but good. His friends always commented on his skills, one in particular.

He was very good at impersonating people's voices.

Really fucking good.

Suna never thought Aoi was manipulative.  He was the one using Aoi for sex... at first.

And then he saw Aoi... but his fucking voice... was just like Osamu's—

How could he explain to the grey-haired Miya that he had been tricked? Who would believe that?

Who would even believe he had prosopagnosia?

No one.

His relationship with Osamu was already doomed.

So he cut him off. Hoping to avoid any more pain.

So much for that.

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Suna had tried ignoring his feelings and failed. He laid in bed, hugging his pillow and staring at the ceiling.

What am I doing? He wondered. He closed his eyes and sighed. He wanted to move out but he had nowhere to go. He couldn't leave his school. His friends. He didn't want to be away from Osamu... even though the Miya hated him.

But it meant living with Aoi. For the rest of the goddamn year. Seeing him every morning, and when he got home, up until he fell asleep. One night he had heard his roommate walking by his door, and he was too terrified to move. He used a hair-tie as a makeshift lock. And he had seen the handle rattle just after midnight.

He wasn't going to move out.

He would deal with it. He could deal with it. He wasn't going to let Aoi stop him.

Suna rolled onto his side and squeezed his pillow, burying his face in the cotton.

"Hey, Rin—"

"Fuck off!" Suna shouted.

"Listen, I just wanna talk—" Aoi started.

Suna stood up. He stormed towards the door and ripped it open, seeing Aoi behind the wood.

"Ya wanna talk?" Suna asked, grabbing him by the collar and pushing him back. He turned Aoi and slammed him against the wall, hearing his gasp. "What could ya possibly have ta say?" Suna inquired with a glared. Aoi smirked.

"Seriously? Yer still mad?" He rolled his eyes and Suna glowered. "Look, it was gonna happen at some point 'nyway. I dunno why yer so shocked—" he let out a choked noise when Suna dug his forearm into his throat.

"Sorry, what?" Suna seethed. "I couldn' quite catch that." Aoi coughed, eyes widening slightly. Suna's frown deepened.  He dropped his arm, scoffing when he watched Aoi's legs give out. "Get out."

Aoi looked up at him. "What?"

Suna clenched his jaw. "Get out before something bad happens."

Aoi stood up slowly, rubbing his bruised neck and staring at Suna's serious expression. The blocker turned towards the kitchen and grabbed a cup, the stove flickering before a ring or flames bursted out, settling with a soft blue color.

"If ya'ren't gone by th'time I finish makin' s'me coffee, 'm gonna file a report on that girl you had over."

Aoi stared.

Suna glanced back and tapped his wrist.

"Time's a tickin'" he declared. Suna smirked when he heard Aoi scramble around the house, trying to collect his things in time.

Suna had a weird way of making coffee.

He placed the coffee grounds into a tea bag and let them soak in a cup of hot water like he was making tea.

He turned off the stove when the pot started to bubble and grabbed a black mug form the wooden cabinet. He ignored the heat of the metal handle as he poured the water into the cup before dropping the little baggie and watching the liquid turn amber.

He closed his eyes, brow scrunching as he tried and tried to think.

What did Osamu look like?

What color was his hair? Brown? His eyes? How was his nose shaped? Did his have a sharp jaw or dull cheekbones? Was his face round and small? Not a single useful memory came through. Suna really counts remember. He pulled out of his phone, fumbling as he scrolled through his camera roll.

Suna always record everything. He took pictures of everything. Bugs, plants, buildings, streets. But his camera was filled with people the most. His sister and his parents and his friends. Everything. So he could look back on the faces he had forgotten. On the faces he would soon forget. They were never lost. He would always be able to see them again but... half the time he wasn't quite sure who he was looking at.

A pair of twins.

Osamu was a twin.

Which twin?

Which twin?

Suna chewed his lip, staring at the two boys in the photo. Bleached and grey. But which one? Which one had he started to fall for? Which one ha she fucked everything up for? Which heart did he break? Who's heart did he break?

Tears began to form in his eyes, frustration rising from his stomach.

He really had no idea.

They were nothing grinning idiotically. It was almost adorable, the fact their smiles were the same. Suna shook his head and wiped his eyes before and tears could fall. He grabbed his coffee and walked to the sofa, plopping down. The sofa. There wasn't a place in the dorm where Osamu hadn't fucked him, held him, kissed him. Everywhere there was a memory.

A faceless memory.