mafia au - sakuatsu

mafia - 5

Atsumu's POV:

Osamu is so so mean. My little weasel was trembling in his sleep, he looked as if icicles would start growing on him. When my brother walked away i quietly unlocked the door into his cell and pulled my jacket over him, my hand running over his rosy cheek, feeling how cold he is. It was as if he just came out the artic sea or something. I rushed back out, locking the cell behind me before I got caught.

After around  5 minutes Osamu came back with Kita, praying they wouldn't notice the jacket covering him, I waved at them.

They both strutted over towards me and asked about how he was doing before turning their heads and looking in the cell.

"I told you not to give him a blanket!" My brother yelled but to be fair most of the time I don't listen to what he has to say.

"He was shivering! and thats not a blanket, you didnt say shit about jackets!"

"same thing you dickhead!

"Both of you just shut it, you're giving me a headache." Kita exclaimed while rubbing his forehead.

My brother and I both apologised to Kita before he commanded me to unlock the cell for all of us to go in before locking it again once we were inside.

"Sakusa wake up!" exclaimed Osamu, all of us looking down at him. Each one of us had a weapon on our person and we took his when he came in. So even if he tried to attack he would horrendously fail.

The sleeping figure turned around in his sleep for a minute before his eyes flickered open.

His eyes, oh god, his eyes! They were something out of a movie scene they were beautiful.

"Mr Sakusa we want to have a civil conversation. We won't start anything violent if you don't." Sakusa looked up at Kita, listening to what he has to say, afterwards humming in response.

"I'll listen once I'm in a better room than this. This isn't even a room it's a prisoner cell."

I giggled at that, he's quite funny, did he forget he tried to kill us? Not the brightest of the bunch.

"Sir you tried to assassinate our friend..." my twin chimed in.

"Was I speaking to you, grandpa? go sort your hair out if you want to get with that suna guy. I saw the way you looked at him in the car." Once he rolled his eyes he looked down, and saw the jacket covering him.

Quickly shoving it off of him he shouted "Who's is a this?"

"I believe that's Atsumu's." Kita spoke up.

He started scratching repeatedly at his exposed skin, almost like he was trying to tear it off.

"atsumu, hold his arms. Osamu, hold his legs." we did as told but that made him squirm around more. Before I knew it Kita had a needle in Mr Pretty's arm which caused him to fall asleep on my lap in a minute after shouting and trying to hit us, end result being, Osamu with a foot print on his cheek.