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“No wonder everyone prefers Osamu, you have no sense of caring about other people! Why are you so goddamn needy?” Sakusa bites out, finally spitting out the words that he knew would push Atsumu away for good.
Atsumu feels the words hit, nearly as harsh as a physical blow. The air in his lungs rushes out, and he can immediately feel the stinging of tears in the corners of his eyes.
With a shaky voice, on the verge of collapsing, Atsumu uses the last of his power to turn around and choke out, “Sorry. Won’t bother you again.” He starts towards the door, hoisting his gym bag onto his shoulder again.
“Atsumu? Where are you going?” Sakusa reaches out, trying to grab Atsumu’s coat, but he jerks away, “Atsumu, I didn’t mean it-”
“Didn’t you, though? It’s fine, Omi. Everyone likes Osamu better, I get it. He’s the better twin.”
Atsumu stumbles further away, righting himself and letting himself out the doors of the gym first.
“Atsumu-” Sakusa chokes out, wishing he could rewrite time and delete his words.
But time is not to be rewritten, and that is something Sakusa will regret forever.
He regrets it when not an hour later, there is a cop outside his apartment door.
He regrets it as the cop starts, “There has been an accident.”
He regrets it as he collapses to the ground.
He regrets it as he sits at Atsumu’s bedside at the hospital.
He regrets it when Osamu arrives, eyes puffy and hair a mess.
He regrets that he ever, for a single moment, thought Osamu might be better. Not when he held Atsumu every night, when he loved him every day.
It takes nearly two months before Atsumu wakes up.
And he remembers Sakusa’s scathing words.
But he doesn’t remember his quiet support and love after.
And Sakusa doesn’t know how to say sorry.
So this time, he walks away.