Miya onigiri || Miya Twins angst fic

Diagnostic

Osamu

7:34pm 13th March

He stared at his food blankly, pushing it around with his fork. He was alone now, everyone else had finished their dinner and Atsumu had gone for a shower. He huffed, poking the cut piece of chicken and stuffing it in his mouth, chewing begrudgingly

It tasted weird in his mouth but he still swallowed, shoving more food down his throat

This had been going on for about a month now. He used to love eating, and cooking, but for some reason it became difficult to eat no matter the time or day, or how long he went without food. Ofcourse he still ate, but sometimes it came back up

Non of his family knew, I mean there was no point, it would wash over eventually. So he sat through eating no matter how sick it made him

When the final piece of food finally went down, that's when it all failed. He could feel it almost immediately. The sour taste of vomit in the back of his throat threatening to spew out

He was quick to react to this, scrambling and crawling towards the bathroom before he could throw up. He slipped into the toilet, slamming the door behind him

It rose even more, so he gripped the bowl, spilling his dinner into the toilet. It sat there, most of the food wasn't digested, but whenever he threw up it never was, so he wasn't surprised

With a grunt, he flushed the toilet before turning to exit. When he opened the door, he was greeted with his brother. Atsumu's eyes were wide open, worry etched into his brows

"You threw up" he mumbled, squinting his eyes in worry "Osamu, you threw up."

Osamu just shrugged, pushing his brother aside "'Tsumu it's fine. I'll get over it"

Atsumu just huffed, slipping back to his room still unsettled

Osamu didn't want to admit it, but he was worried himself. There might be a bigger picture, a bigger picture he didn't want to see. Let alone burden his family with

He groaned, pulling out his phone to book an appointment
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Osamu

9:46am 14th March
It was quiet, the people around him refused to say a peep as everyone in the waiting room was attached to their devices. The only noise in the room was the small children playing in the corner, and the occasional scolding they got from their parents

The quiet let him think, but he didn't want to at the moment. He was cold, and had thrown up his breakfast again. He was in a dangerous situation, so he would have to watch what he said to the doctor so he wouldn't get hospitalised. No point in worrying the family anymore, especially not Atsumu

"Miya Osamu" called a feminine voice, and he lifted his head to see a small lady searching the room for him

He stood, joining the lady "right this way sir" she slipped through a forced smile, turning to walk down a long hallway. It seemed to go on forever, just white walls and the occasional pale door until finally the lady stopped, opening to reveal another lady dressed in a suit, with only the top bit of her flaming red hair tied up

She smiled at him, motioning towards the seat, "So Miya. I hear you have been consistently throwing up foods or you can't eat food, is that right?"

Osamu just nodded, eyes dancing around the room as panic began to rise in his chest, crawling up his throat. It's fine, it's probably nothing he'll be fine

"Can you tell me your other symptoms?" She asked, clearly spotting as he began to panic

"My stomach has been hurting a lot, I've had heartburn, some bloating, and alot of the times my food isn't digested when I throw it up" he tipped his head to the side slightly, letting his eyes and mouth droop. It'll be okay, it will just be something simple