In the end, Suna grumpily directed the small group to the clinic.
He had phoned Osamu for their location and because none of them knew where the fuck Mirai Clinic was, they also used Osamu like some sort of Google Map. The guy in question didn't seem to mind (or Sakusa hoped he didn't).
This later led them to stand in front of a small building, the small clinic squished between two, very much taller, apartment complexes. It didn't really look like a clinic, and you could only tell it was one because of the large sign displayed right up front.
Through the windows, Sakusa was glad he could see there wasn't much people lingering inside. Less germs, less people to be around with.
"You don't think 'Tsumu is bleeding or anything, right?" Bokuto asked when they entered the place.
Suna and Komori instantly broke apart from the group to talk to the receptionist; just a middle-aged lady behind a large table.
"Why would he be?" Akaashi asked as he grabbed Bokuto's arm and dragged the taller toward the chairs scattered around the space. He noticed almost immediately that Sakusa stood awkwardly in place, and only gestured to sit beside him.
Sakusa complied ─ after he wiped the seat with a tissue (and made sure he was distanced from the other two), of course. Akaashi seemed to be amused with his actions, his head tilting to the side like a curious owl as he watched Sakusa work.
It doesn't last long for Sakusa to question it, since Bokuto whined and demanded for Akaashi's attention once again. The two almost launched off to another weird conversation and amusingly, it was quick to become another useless debate. Sakusa didn't bother to clearly listen since it was apparently about bugs or... what the fuck is a Bugzuka?
He shrugged off the weird word and settled to adjust the strings of his hoodie, keeping in mind to keep his arms away from the unclean armrests as much as possible. Cheap clinics weren't exactly the cleanest and Mirai Clinic wasn't an exception.
The walls were covered with grey wallpaper but due to age, it looked like a greyish yellow instead. The tiled floor beneath his shoes was slightly cracked in some places, but it looked like someone recently swept and washed the floor, given by the fact the room reeked of bleach and soap.
A frail child sat on the floor with one of the biggest and stupidest smile Sakusa had seen, in his hands were puzzles pieces. Sakusa was sure he only looked at the kid for a few seconds, but the child almost immediately glanced at him.
"Hey mister!" He grinned.
Sakusa hoped his parents taught him talking to strangers wasn't good, he would be dead for sure if Sakusa was a serial killer. He didn't know how to deal with kids and, unsure of what to do, only blinked back at the child. He seemed to wait for his next words or something, his purple eyes flickering back and forth to his incomplete puzzle and Sakusa.
"What do you want?" Sakusa quietly asked. It sounded ruder than he expected; however, the kid shrugged it off and pointed at him instead.
"You have two moles on your forehead!" The kid cheered like it was an achievement.
"What about it?" Sakusa watched as the kid pushed himself off the dirty floor, his steps quite wobbly. He then approached Sakusa with a hand outstretched.
The kid stood in his tippy toes then tried to poke Sakusa's forehead ─ ultimately failing because Sakusa only dodged then swatted his hand away with the back of his palm, his face scrunching up in disgust.
"Your hands are filthy," Sakusa stated, "please refrain from going near me."
The kid's smile was wiped off and replaced with a blank stare, followed by crocodile-sized tears and snot.
"Waaahhh! Mister is such a meanie!" He cried out loud. Before Sakusa could retort back, he instantly stopped crying and only smiled again, his eyes noticably weren't puffy or red.
Fake crying?
"Nishishi! That was a lie!" The child laughed, putting his arms behind his head. "Ha! You should have seen your face─!"
"─Are you bad with kids or are you just in a bad mood?" An unfamiliar voice piped in, cutting off the child to say anything else annoying. Sakusa glanced up to see a blonde leaning against Komori as a support. "You're looking at him like the devil's spawn."
He noticed that Komori had a huge grin on his face, and Sakusa shortly understood why. Because when the blonde spoke again, this time it was that fucking awful nickname.
"Heya Omi-omi!"
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i reached 1k both in insta & wp so have this since there was some peeps talking abt in the early chapters
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