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It wasn’t the past.
“’Tsumu! ‘Samu!”
It wasn’t that day.
“It’s me! Ayumu! Miya Ayumu! I remember now! I remember everything!”
It was in the past. That was the past.
“I-I’m, I’m back!”
Their hearts raced in fear when they saw Ayumu running across the road, with the memories of her lying in bed with machines all over the place suddenly clogging their thoughts and it felt like they were knocked out of breath.
“A-Ayumu”
But this time, she’s safe.
The cars were halted by the stop light, everything was just in their head because she reached them just fine this time. She’s right before them with her arms wide open to reach, ready to pounce on them with her hug.
She’s safe.
Those words rung inside Atsumu’s head over and over again, so when he dropped on his knees and let the tears fall, he wasn’t ashamed nor does he care. All that matters is that there isn’t a body laying a few feet away from him, unmoving and bathing in a pool of blood.
It wasn’t the same as back then.
He wasn’t reaching out to her sister that was hit by a car. His hand wasn’t reaching out to someone who wasn’t in front of him. There was no crowd around him. There’s no metallic scent of blood entering his senses, there is no pool of blood where her sister is.
She’s in front of him, them. Standing in front of them while clad in comfortable clothes instead of on the ground with blood-soaked shirt and backpack. His eyes stung just by landing on the face of someone they just watched cry in a hospital bed a few days ago, a reminder of both heart-wrenching and horrible memories.
“You’re safe.” He said, clutching his face as he felt his chest tightening. “You’re here.”
“Ayumu?” Osamu absent-mindedly stutter, eyes wide as he stood right behind his twin.
Ayumu’s grin slowly fell as she watched her brothers sob in front of her, in the middle of the side walk. The grin she worked hard to keep on her face despite the tears threatening to fall broke as Atsumu started shaking a bit with how hard the sobs wreck his body.
“Yeah! It’s me!” she giggled watery. “I’m back! I'm all better now!”
If she jumped on them a bit too hard, enough for the three of them to fall on the ground, no one said a word.
“N-No.” she heard Osamu mutter in between his silent sobs.
She was taken a back with the response but it went away when her brothers’ arms wrapped around her and pulled her down with them on the ground and exclaimed with a snotty nose;
"Idiot, why are you running around?! You scared us!"
“You were never gone, idiot! You’ve always been here.”
Atsumu looked far from the cool image he’s trying to keep. Osamu was burying his forehead on her shoulder so hard that she could feel his tears mixed snot on her clothes, the same goes for Atsumu who’s lips are pressed on her forehead. They probably looked stupid at the moment in the middle of the road, but everyone seems to just disappear in her sight right now. all she could see are her brothers, along with their shaking forms in front of her.
They haven’t had the conversation yet. They haven’t talk things out yet. She still hasn’t apologized to them yet, but she can’t feel any ounce of anger, disappointment, nor any ill-feelings coming from them at all. The only things she could feel from them are sadness, regret, sorrow, worry even.
It was then that the tears she’d been holding back even before they left the hospital finally streamed down her cheeks.
How long had she been waiting for this? How long had she spent crying in her room trying to remember everything just so she could call herself their sister? How long did she fed herself all those painful excuses to avoid being rejected by her family again? How long was she this miserable? If Suna hadn't thrown that fact in her face before, would she still be somewhere all alone? Still drowning in her own misery?
She felt the tightening hold of the older twin as he completely lose all the strength in his legs and slumped over his siblings, letting out a mix of sobbing and humorless chuckles.
“Osamu-niichan”
Osamu flinched at the endearment he hadn’t heard for a long time.
“Yeah?” he sobbed in between his own wet chuckles.
She then turned to the blonde.
“Atsumu-niichan”
She heard Atsumu sob harder but pulled away so she could see him properly.
She didn’t kill their sister.
She didn’t kill anyone.
“Yes, ‘Yumu?” he answered.
She IS their sister.
The youngest just grinned as she buried her face in her brothers’ arms once more.
“I missed you guys, so much.”
She’s Miya Ayumu.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THREE DOING ON THE GROUND?!”