ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔔𝔲𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔬𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔪

Osamu was sick of sneaking around the house. The last thing he needed in his swirl of problems was catching his brother and Sakusa Kiyoomi fooling around.

He was happy for his twin. Truly. Atsumu had spent countless nights pouting and wailing about his dear, "Omi" and it was giving Osamu a bit of a headache. But now all he heard was his brother gushing about his new boyfriend. Omi this and Omi that and Omi gave me-anyway, he was sick of it. Still, it was nice to see at least one of them was happy. Atsumu wasn't doing drugs, from what he could tell. Sakusa forced him to get a job at a nearby tapioca tea shop. It paid a bit less than minimum wage but it was enough between his own job with Mido. Atsumu really was happier. He was healing. No more scars, no more bruises. 

And then their mother came home.

Osamu remembered it clearly. In the middle of the night, pounding on the door. Hurrying over to see who it was. His mother dressed in burlesque-like clothes and a tear-stained face. She flung herself onto Osamu, sobbing in his arms while he hugged her carefully. But his consoling wasn't enough, it seemed. Because as soon as she collected herself, she had a hand wrapped around his throat, nails digging into his skin. Osamu punched her. He punched his mother. So she grabbed him by the hair, kicked his knee, and watched him crumble.

Osamu couldn't walk for weeks.

He stayed in his room. When he heard her broken high-heels click against the ground he winced. He wasn't afraid, per se. But his throbbing knee protested the idea of facing her again. Atsumu and Sakusa were home a whole lot more often thanks to his injury. It would usually start with Atsumu bringing in Osamu's homework while Sakusa prepped some late lunch. Atsumu would refreeze the makeshift ice packs and collect new ones. He tended to Osamu's knee while his boyfriend offered him food. And then once Osamu had convinced Atsumu everything was fine, Sakusa would carefully coax Atsumu out of the room and proceed to fuck him anywhere he could around the house. Osamu only knew his brother was taking Sakusa's dick because his twin was surprisingly vocal. His mother's abuse was nothing compared to the scarring he had received just from listening. He clawed at his ears and tried to remind them he was present, but as soon as they started it seemed everything else would fall away for them.

Suna was an afterthought. He only remembered the blocker when he thought of volleyball. He had decided he didn't need to remember them together. Their relationship was built on an already weak foundation. Dating someone from his town would have been a bad idea no matter what. Everyone here was fucked up.

But there were moments where he missed him. So much it hurt. He'd sob quietly at night, curled up as he wondered...

How did things get this bad?

How did he let it get this bad?

There were so many things he could have done to stop it.

He never should have slept with Suna, how could his drunk ass even think of doing it? If he had just stayed home with Atsumu the night of the party, he could have protected his twin as well. Two birds, one stone, and instead Osamu was the one who got hit with a rock. 

Suna cheated.

Osamu often thought about it.

He had done his fair share, but it was normal in his relationships since most of them were flings.

But Suna was different. They felt like more. He felt like Suna wanted him for more than just sex. He wanted Suna for more than just sex so why...?

He didn't understand what he did wrong.