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Atsumu’s lungs burned as he sprinted through the forest. Trees blurred as he ran further and further until his surroundings became unfamiliar. He glanced back at his brother and was met with a pained face that quickly shifted once he noticed Atsumu looking at him.
“Oi! Keep yer eyes ahead of ya, Tsumu or you’ll fall into a ditch. And, I’m telling ya this now, I will not stop to help you if ya do.”
“Such hurtful words! I’m only concerned ‘bout ya, Samu.”
“Keep yer concern to yourself,” Osamu snapped through jagged breathing.
Atsumu shot back a venomous reply but he slowed his pace a bit anyway. He really was concerned. He hadn’t been able to see his brother’s injury for himself. Osamu had been so quick to cover it, but he couldn’t cover the jagged breathing, or the pain on his paled face. Not really, not from Atsumu.
He wished they could have stopped somewhere but the guards had been right on the twin’s tails and they’d only barely lost them in the forest. He wasn’t sure they could afford to stop either, not in plain sight anyway. There was always the other option, but it was risky because if they were seen, it could lead to some consequences that Atsumu really didn’t feel like facing any time soon. So, running away it was.
Atsumu gritted his teeth and scanned his surroundings. He’d taken a wrong turn somewhere; he didn’t recognize this part of the woods. He should have been paying better attention but he’d been so preoccupied with Samu’s injury and getting the hell out of that village that he’d relied on pure instinct to lead him.
And it had led him… here.
It was a particularly pretty part of the woods, something he might have noted if he wasn’t so desperate and tired. The wind whispered in the trees, the late sunlight danced through the branches, and the river babbled to his right. There was something alive about his surroundings in a way that should have been off-putting but Atsumu couldn’t find the energy to be suspicious. He made a sharp left and kept running.
The bag that hung past his waist, thumped repetitively on his thigh as he ran, jostling the contents within, and asked him silently, was it worth it? when he glanced back at his brother every few minutes.
He wiped the sweat off his brow and as his hand moved across his field of vision, something caught his eye up ahead.
Tucked underneath a few willow trees sat a cottage. It was made out of beautiful, old stone that was twisted with green vines and decorated with moss. There were plants of all kinds littering the yard with all colors of the rainbow and a pebble pathway that weaved through the plants gracefully. The path led to an arched wooden door that was carved with unfamiliar markings.
Atsumu cursed under his breath as he made a decision he hoped he wouldn’t regret, and headed towards the structure. He felt a hand tighten on his wrist that pulled with enough strength to throw him off balance. He landed with a thud on the cold, damp ground then whipped around to look at his brother who was standing over him with a scowl.
“What the hell, Samu? We don’t have time for this!” Atsumu cried, shoving himself up and out of the grass.
“I’m not seeking refuge in a witch’s cottage. Come on, we can still outrun ‘em.”
“No,” Atsumu said sternly, “You’re hurt and I’m not gonna keep runnin’ if there’s somewhere to hide right there.”
“Haven’t ya heard that old story about the twins who get eaten by a witch? In a cottage in the woods?” Osamu all but shouted at his brother.
Atsumu leaned on his heels and twisted his mouth to the side, “Were they twins? I thought that—”
“You’re focused on the wrong thing, Tsumu, like always. Why am I surprised? We’re leavin’ so come on,” Osamu said, turning on his heels.
He took one step and his footing faltered and he stumbled forward. Atsumu swooped forward and supported him before he hit the ground. Osamu lifted his hand to his head and closed his eyes, breathing heavily. Atsumu’s eyebrows furrowed as he caught sight of the bloody mess that was his brother’s side.
Dumbass, he thought to himself.
He lifted Osamu a bit and hurried to the door, the pebbles crunching under his feet unevenly. He paused with his hand hovering over the carvings on the door, then he shook his head to clear any uneasy feelings he had, and knocked heavily on the solid wood.
A few moments passed before the door creaked open slightly, revealing nothing but thin fingers curled against the frame of the doorway and half of a man’s face peeking through the small gap. His eyes were dark and his hair curled down the side of his face, leaving an opening above his eye which revealed two moles stacked atop one another.
Atsumu stared for a moment before he shifted Osamu’s weight and breathed in to ask a favor too big for a stranger.
Before he had a chance to speak, the man’s eyes widened at the twins with surprise that could have been mistaken for panic then quickly narrowed like he sensed trouble.
“What do you want?” He asked coldly.
Atsumu scowled a bit and looked over at his twin who had slumped against his shoulder, and lost all hopes of being polite.
“What does it look like? I need shelter for my brother,” he snapped without thinking about the consequences. Then after realizing what he said he gritted his teeth and looked away, “He’s hurt. He… lost a lot of blood,” Atsumu finished with a significantly softer voice.
If Atusmu had blinked he might have missed the stranger’s expression soften, but it was quickly replaced by something that looked a lot like fear. His eyes shifted nervously to something inside the house then looked Atsumu up and down. He looked genuinely sorry as he muttered, “I can’t. I can’t help you. I’m sorry,” then he moved to shut the door.
Atsumu felt his anger getting the better of him and he shoved himself between the frame and the door.
“What do you mean ya can’t? My brother’s hurt and we’re in a rush, can’t ya see that?”
“I can see perfectly fine,” the man said, his voice cold again, “And, if you’re in such a hurry, then I suggest you get moving.” Then he swept Atsumu’s foot, throwing him off balance, and shut the door.
Atsumu stumbled and stared at the carved door in disbelief. He cursed a little too loudly and closed his eyes to think. He could hear the heavy footsteps of the guards, they weren’t far behind now. He didn’t have a lot of time to come up with a plan.
He glanced at Samu, and as his eyes focused on his brother, a sound like a snap echoed in his ears. Then, in a puff of smoke, his brother was gone.
When the smoke cleared, a grey fox was in Osamu’s place, curled up on his twin’s leg with steady, fast breaths that weren’t comforting to Atsumu.
He sighed and scooped the fox into his arms.
“At least ya waited 'til that bastard was out of sight. You always were better at timing, huh, Samu?”
The fox tilted his head up in response but didn’t open its eyes.
That wasn’t a good sign.
Osamu was really downplaying this injury. Atsumu thought as he sprinted through the woods again.
He needed to find somewhere safe to hide. He really couldn’t risk anyone seeing his brother like this and he didn’t want to journey further into this part of the woods. After getting a better look around, he was pretty certain he knew where they had ended up.
Atsumu felt something catch on his foot and all of a sudden he found himself tumbling forward. He twisted on his side and tucked the fox protectively into his chest as he fell. The contents of his bag spilled onto the earth in front of him when he hit the ground and he breathed heavily into the dirt. He sat up and ignored the throbbing in his ankle and the blood dripping down his arm. He breathed in a few times and bared his teeth before putting weight onto his ankle then took a few steps, each sending a shooting pain up his leg.
He collected the glittering objects that had scattered not too far from their container and looped the bag over his shoulder again. His nose scrunched in pain as he limped towards a tree for support.
Once he made it to the trunk, he leaned against it and tried to ignore the thunder of footsteps steadily decreasing their distance from Atsumu. He was so tired. He was tired and he was worried about Osamu. He didn’t know where he was going but his heart thumped with urgency. He needed to move faster but all odds were against him.
He thought his day just couldn’t get worse when he heard a low voice hiss, “Must be my lucky day. Miya Atsumu, in the flesh.”
He cursed under his breath after hearing the familiar voice and let his head fall onto his shoulders.
He twisted around to look at the man who spoke to him without revealing Osamu tucked into his chest.
“Daishou, what a pleasant surprise,” Atsumu smiled but didn’t let it meet his piercing eyes.
He grinned back and let his gaze fall on Atsumu’s bag.
“You know, you never did repay us for that favor we did for you and your brother.”
“I don’t remember you doin’ anything for me n’ Samu,” Atsumu spat.
“No? I recall that we provided you with shelter. I would say that’s a kindness not many would offer the Miya Bandits,” Daishou said, his eyes never leaving the satchel.
“Shelter my ass,” Atsumu shouted, remembering the shack — shack being a generous word — he’d stayed in with Osamu. He also remembered the awful cold he’d gotten from the frigid breeze that the gaps in the wooden planks just couldn’t keep out. “we didn’t even stay the whole night.”
“The debt still remains,” Daishou said, slithering closer to Atsumu.
At any other time, Atsumu would have put up a fight. He might have even started it himself. But he was in no position to throw a punch, so his best bet was to take it and try to keep his brother concealed. Even though the thought made his blood boil.
Atsumu squeezed his eyes shut and waited anxiously for the inevitable, but it never came.
He opened an eye and caught a glimpse of an eerie lime green light that was fading near Daishou’s face — which was now pressed to the ground.
Atsumu turned around fully and saw that all of the men Daishou had brought along had also collapsed with similar traces of that green light.
He felt his head spinning and he fell to his knees. He was so exhausted, it was a wonder that his legs had kept him up for this long.
Must’ve been the adrenaline, he thought to himself vaguely.
He gripped the grass in his hands as his vision started to go. He shook his head and put up a fight but the black was already creeping in the sides.
He heard footsteps approaching him and panic started to rise in his chest. He was so vulnerable, he couldn’t even defend himself, or Osamu.
This must be the lamest apprehension ever, he remembered thinking before he blacked out. The last thing he saw was the figure crouching down towards him and reaching out with a familiar looking hand wrapped in that bright green light.
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Atsumu blinked a few times as he eased into consciousness and tried to get his bearings. He moved his head to see that he was laying in a bed that had been tucked perfectly into the corner of the room. There was a mixture of blankets laying on top of him, some of them were crocheted and others were made from animal hides.
He sat up slowly and took in the rest of the room. The walls were a familiar grey stone with a few wooden shelves leaned up against them. Some of the shelves were lined with jars and vials filled with various powders, liquids, dried plants, and other things that Atsumu couldn’t quite pinpoint. Other shelves were stuffed with books. Some looked relatively new and others looked as if they’d simply fall apart if Atsumu so much as breathed in their direction. A few were bookmarked and even more of them were stuffed with notes and extra pages spilling out the sides. Despite all of that though, the shelves were lined up with an impossible neatness, ordered by type and color, it seemed.
There were all sorts of dried herbs hanging from the ceiling and a few lanterns hanging from the rails. There was a ladder against one of the walls that led somewhere Atsumu couldn’t see and there were plants sitting in the window sills. One of the windows was opened to let in a warm breeze that rustled the herbs and sent a soft whistling noise through the room. There was a round wooden table with four stools situated around it and a small bowl in the center that had been filled with berries and flowers. Across from Atsumu was a fireplace that wasn’t lit but there was a steaming kettle sitting near it like it hadn’t been long put out.
He rubbed his eyes and sat with his head in his hands as he wracked his brain to remember how he’d gotten here and where exactly here was. He was lost in thought when he felt something shift near his feet. Atsumu brought his head up to see a small grey animal curled at the end of the bed with its small black nose peeking out from under the covers it had burrowed itself in.
Samu, he thought, relieved. Then it all flooded back to him. His hand jerked instinctively to his side, but his satchel was gone. His head whipped around and he patted along the bed to see if it had simply slipped off in his sleep but he came up blank.
As he was searching the bed, a tall man stepped into the room from a door that Atsumu assumed led outside. The man had a basket filled with various fruits and vegetables and flowers too, which he placed near the doorway to free his hands. The man had black hair that framed his face in messy curls, and eyes that were almost as dark. His lips turned down a bit and his eyes were half-lidded which made his expression look a bit apathetic, but there was something altogether calming about it too.
He was kind of stunning, the way he was standing in the doorway. The light streamed in and gleamed against the man’s pale skin and illuminated his dark hair. Atsumu wondered what it would take to get a man like that to smile. He bet it would be downright beautiful given his usual expression.
There was something familiar about him too, but it wasn’t until the man turned, revealing the two moles above his eye, that Atsumu realized why.
He looked over to Atsumu as he slipped off his gloves and he nodded contently.
“You're awake.”
“You!” Atsumu said at the same time with shock, scrambling out of the bed.
The man raised his eyebrows and managed to look more apathetic than before.
“You’re the one who wouldn’t let me n’ Samu stay in that… cottage,” Atsumu said, slowing his speech as he took in the room again. Maybe there was a reason that the stone walls looked so familiar.
He took a step towards the stranger and noticed there was no pain in his ankle. He looked down and rotated it cautiously. When he confirmed that it was back to normal, he turned back to the man sharply.
“Where am I? What did ya do to me?” Atsumu accused.
“You’re in my home,” he said slowly.
“You know damn well that’s not what I meant. And you didn’t answer my other question. What did ya do to me? Who are you? Is Samu okay? Where’s my bag?” He asked rapidly.
The man sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose like he regretted any and all actions that led him to conversing with Atsumu. “Your satchel is over there,” he said in a tired voice pointing to a basket near the bed.
Sure enough the brown bag was laid neatly within.
Atsumu glanced towards it then back at the dark-haired man who was standing with his arms crossed. Atsumu walked over and checked the bag for contents, and to his surprise, everything was accounted for.
He shot a puzzled look at the stranger, “Did ya look in here?”
He shrugged, “Yes.”
“And you didn’t take anythin’?”
The man rolled his eyes, “No.”
Atsumu thought this over then narrowed his eyes, “You still didn’t—”
“I don’t have to answer your questions, Miya. Your brother is fine, but he won’t talk to me. Although, I’m beginning to prefer that to conversing with you.”
“Hey! For yer information, people love talkin’ to me over Samu anyway. Yer lucky ya got the charming twin.”
The man snorted, “Pleasure.”
Atsumu scowled. He didn't like the lack of information he was getting here, “And anyway, Samu can’t talk to ya while he’s shifted.”
The man hummed in response as if that much had been obvious, then he began sorting through the things in his basket, putting them in various shelves. He placed the fruit in a bowl near the kettle, the vegetables went into a cabinet above his head, and the flowers were placed in a neat line on a table to the man’s left, where it looked like he was going to lay them to dry.
Atsumu stood from where he was crouched next to his bag and moved cautiously towards the mysterious man. He paused to check on Osamu before continuing but he looked like he really was going to be okay. It was easier to heal in fox-form anyway, that’s why they would sometimes be forced to shift if they were straining their bodies too much.
He left Osamu’s side and inched closer to the kitchen. Then he peeked over the man’s shoulder as he worked. He had gathered some herbs and other substances Atsumu didn’t recognize and was grinding them with a mortar and pestle. He paused and eyed Atsumu for a moment before pointing at a jar on a shelf to the right of the fireplace.
“If you’re going to watch, at least be useful. Go get that for me.”
Atsumu felt the more disobedient side of him urge to resist but this man had done him a great kindness and he felt bad for yelling at him before.
“As you wish,” he said instead, grinning playfully as he fetched the jar of silvery liquid. He swirled it curiously before the man took it from him.
“What is that?” Atsumu asked.
“I get the feeling you wouldn’t believe me,” he replied as he poured the liquid over the mixture he’d just concocted. The powdery substance seemed to disappear entirely upon contact with the liquid, to Atsumu’s amazement.
Atsumu rolled his eyes at the man’s response, despite his curiosity, “Me n’ Samu can turn into foxes on command, and sometimes not on command,” he mumbled in a lower voice, “and you somehow healed a sprained ankle in however long I was asleep — which definitely wasn’t long enough for it to heal itself — so, yeah, I think I’ll believe you, whatever it is.”
Sakusa studied him for a moment before sighing, “It wasn’t a sprain, it was broken.” Then he handed him a cup of the unknown concoction and said, “Drink this.”
“Hell no,” Atsumu exclaimed, reeling back.
Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. “If I had intentions of harming you, I would have done so in your sleep. Drink this.”
Atsumu took the cup and studied it intensely.
“You watched me make it, what else are you going to find by staring at it?”
“You don’t know what I’m capable of. Maybe I have an excellent sense of smell, courtesy of my shape-shifting,” Atsumu said slyly.
“You’re exhausting,” the man murmured, “Fine, don't drink it. It doesn’t really affect me.”
Atsumu looked from the cup to the man’s dark eyes, and back to the cup, then downed it in one gulp.
Atsumu waited a moment then his face broke into a smile, “Okay, nothin’ happened, so I guess ya have my trust now.”
“I don’t think I want that,” he said, turning back to the remainder of the liquid. He poured another cup and set it aside with a glance towards the fox buried in the blankets across the room.
Atsumu studied him. His movements were so careful and he cleaned his space immediately after every step, as if he was convinced the space would be contaminated beyond reason if he didn’t. Even the way he washed his hands was methodical.
Atsumu didn’t realize how intensely he had been watching him until he heard the man open his mouth with a sigh.
“Yes?” He asked in an exasperated sort of way.
Atsumu tried not to act startled as he gathered his thoughts. He didn’t want to let on that he hadn’t been thinking about anything more than what the man in front of him had been doing so he improvised.
Atsumu cleared his throat and let his eyes wander to the bed in the corner of the room. Then he asked, “Why aren’t ya fazed by Samu shifting?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, usually people find that a little odd.”
He hummed. “You're right, that is odd. Almost as odd as that healing draught you just drank. I’m not a stranger to the supernatural, Miya. I’ve worked with cursed beings before.”
“Hey, we aren’t cursed!” Atsumu lied.
“Oh, yeah, any old human can shift into an animal at will. Completely normal.”
“What do you know about completely normal? Who lives alone like this in the middle of the woods?”
“Who comes knocking on strangers' doors in the middle of the woods?”
Atsumu pouted, “Well, who saves random strangers in the middle of the woods?”
The man raised an eyebrow and turned fully towards Atsumu with that apathetic expression that made Atsumu crazy.
“Who runs around carrying stolen jewelry from the noble family in the middle of the woods?”
Atsumu opened his mouth to say something particularly witty when he heard a familiar snap sound from the opposite side of the room.
His attention was immediately drawn to his brother, now human again, and he all but ran to his side.
“Samu! You ok?”
He groaned softly and rolled on his good side, taking the majority of the blankets with him. “Lemme sleep, Tsumu,” he mumbled through the covers. Atsumu looked curiously at the bandages around his waist and opened his mouth to ask about them when he saw a hand reach out to his brother gently.
“Not yet, drink this first,” the man said, handing Osamu the rest of the healing draught.
Osamu barely lifted his head to drink the liquid, “Thanks, Kiyoomi,” he mumbled again sleepily.
Atsumu took precisely three (3) seconds to process this information.
“Omi!!” He exclaimed in disbelief, “Did he just say yer name? You told Samu yer name and not me? Why!”
“It’s Kiyoomi, first of all. Sakusa Kiyoomi,” he said moving back towards the kitchen, “And I told him because I didn’t want him to think I was a threat. Names hold a lot of power, you know, I wanted to earn his trust. He wouldn’t let me heal him otherwise.”
Atsumu pouted a bit on the ground near Osamu’s bed, but he knew he couldn’t really be mad. Kiyoomi’s reasoning did make sense.
He was quiet for a moment and settled on watching Sakusa make something else in the kitchen, but this time it didn’t look to be anything more than dinner. Atsumu’s stomach growled a bit at the thought.
When was the last time he’d had a proper meal?
He stood up and walked closer to Sakusa, then positioned himself on a stool near the table and bounced his leg nervously. Everything about Sakusa confused him. He still couldn’t reason why he’d come out there to save him and Osamu, especially after he turned them away initially. His actions confused Atsumu even more when he thought about how Sakusa had seen the dagger wound Osamu had, and what Atsumu was carrying around in that bag too. Anyone in their right mind would have stayed far away after that. Getting wrapped up in a crime against the nobles wasn’t exactly something a normal person sought out.
Then, of course, there was the obvious magic Sakusa was using. That should have been a red-flag to Atsumu. He usually stayed far away from magic-users, given his history with them. But, despite all of that, something just drew him in. Sakusa didn’t seem like he was going to harm him or Osamu, and that fact alone was enough for Atsumu’s curiosity to beat out his cautious side easily.
“Hey, Omi, are you a witch?” he asked curiously after a moment.
Sakusa looked out of the corner of his eye then took a slow scan of the room before meeting Atsumu’s eyes.
“Nope.”
“What? What was that? Did you just lie to me?” Atsumu exclaimed with false offense.
“Of course not, I haven't lied to you since you got here. I’m not a witch.”
Atsumu felt something wash over him that felt a lot like relief, though he didn’t know why that particular sentence relieved him. Sakusa could be lying, of course. Witches were tricky creatures, but Atsumu wanted to believe him. If he was a witch, then he couldn’t be trusted. But, on the other hand, if Kiyoomi was a witch, why would he go so far out of his way to help them?
“I'm inclined to believe ya, since you’ve shown us so much kindness for seemingly no reason at all.”
Sakusa froze with his knife hovering over various root vegetables. He swallowed, then continued like nothing had happened at all.
“I always have a reason for my actions.”
“Really?” Atsumu said, leaning closer.
“Yes,” Sauksa said, spinning around quickly and placing his hand on Atsumu’s bouncing knee, preventing him from moving it. The touch sent a shiver down Atsumu’s spine and he shuddered at the feeling, “And don’t call me by that nickname, Miya.”
Miya, Atsumu mouthed.
“Hey…” he said furrowing his brow, “how did ya know who we were?”
“Hm?”
“Ya just called me ‘Miya’ so, ya must have known who I was.”
Sakusa was silent for a moment and his face was so close to Atsumu’s, that he was able to read every inch of it. Sakusa’s eyes shifted before he replied with an unconvincing tone, “Must be all those wanted posters.” Then he stood back to his full height and continued preparing dinner.
Atsumu’s eyes narrowed, “That sounded an awful lot like a lie, Omi.”
“I thought I said—”
“And, call me Atsumu, I have a twin, ya know? He’s right over there,” Atsumu said, jabbing towards his brother with his thumb, “So, you’re gonna wanna be able to refer to us by different names otherwise we’ll both respond.”
“I’d prefer to not refer to you at all.”
“Hey!”
“But I don’t see why I can’t just call him Osamu. Then there’s no problem calling you Miya, is there?” He said with a hint of a smirk.
Atsumu fully scowled, “I suppose not. Omi.”
“Tsumu,” a voice called out, thick with sleep, “stop harassing the person who took us in.”
“Samu!” Atsumu cried, “You can’t just wake up and choose sides! Ya don’t even know the whole story!”
“Don’t need to.”
Atsumu moved to tackle his brother before remembering that he was hurt and just let his hands fall to his side.
He slumped back in his seat and went quiet. He found himself wishing that the roles had been reversed. Osamu probably would have handled talking to Sakusa better than he had.
He stared out the open window and watched the setting sun dip further into the sky, staining the clouds with beautiful colors as it went. He smelled the cooking vegetables and listened to the crackling of the fire that Sakusa must have lit while he wasn’t paying attention. He could hear the soft, familiar sounds that Osamu often made while he slept and he found himself feeling comfortable for the first time in a long time. He felt… safe, and as soon as he realized, he sat straight up in his seat.
He stood up urgently and gathered his things together.
“Miya?” He heard a voice ask, but he was too wrapped up in his thoughts to even react.
He pulled on his shoes and threw Osamu’s at him as he woke up again slowly in the bed. Osamu shifted quickly with a snap and a puff of smoke then changed back within seconds, all to avoid being hit in the face with his shoes. He glared at his brother and shouted, “Atsumu!”
He paused at the sound of his full name in his brother’s mouth, but only slightly. Atsumu hooked the bag around his shoulder and pulled Osamu off the bed, despite his sharp remarks.
“We have to be goin’ now, thank ya for everything,” Atsumu called out.
“Where are you going? It’s nearly dark.” Sakusa asked in a bewildered voice, standing up from where he’d been crouched near the fire.
“What do ya mean where? Anywhere! We can't stay in one spot for too long, the guards are lookin’ for us. Actually, a lot of people are, so we appreciate everything you’ve done, really, but—”
“They won't find you here,” Sakusa replied calmly, turning back to the pot he had over the fire.
“What do ya mean they won't find us here?”
Sakusa didn’t answer and Atsumu only grew more impatient with every passing second.
“Hello?” he asked again, attitude dripping from every syllable.
He felt a sharp pain on the back of his head from where his brother smacked him and he turned to see Osamu who looked displeased.
“Stop bein’ ridiculous,” he said, “If Sakusa says it’s safe, it’s probably safe. Besides, when was the last time we had a home cooked meal, Tsumu? It’d be rude to leave now, after everythin’ he’s done for us, ya know?” then in a lower voice he murmured, “You have to calm down. I understand, I do, better than anyone. But, let’s just stay here tonight. We can leave in the mornin’ okay?”
Atsumu’s heart stopped threatening to beat out of his chest at those words. Osamu squeezed his shoulder then moved past him towards Kiyoomi, probably to ease the situation.
Atsumu closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He hoped they were right about it being safe here, because it was obvious Sakusa wasn’t going to answer any more of Atsumu’s questions.
He looked towards his twin who was currently talking with the perplexing man who’d single-handedly saved them, and Atsumu found himself wondering, not for the first time:
Who was Sakusa Kiyoomi?