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The hot air blew against Osamus face. With every Breath he took he got reminded of the disaster, which happened last night. His right wrist hurted and his clothes were turn apart at some places. But Osamu didn’t notice anything of this. He only had one thought: His Brother Atsumu.
The tears wouldn’t stop. The noises around him vanished every second a bit more. A tall man was yelling at him „Get away, get away“ But Osamu didn’t notice anything. His legs moved on his own. They were trembling but determined.
The man from before stopped him by holding him. One hand on each of Osamus shoulder. „S…s.-S-um..-u“ his eyes were full of tears, his voice was breaking and every time his mounth would open it would close right away again. He knew he didn’t have to say anything more the face in front of him showed him that. „Who is Sumu?“ the Voice asked clearly but still with worry and maybe even a bit disbelieve. „M-my…br-o..-o..o“ He couldn’t finish the sentence not because of the crying but because of his lack of energy. A strong voice spoke up, you could almost say could „Is he still in there“ the black haired man in front of him asked with a steady but also trembling voice at the same time. The single nod explained everything he needed to know…
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It was a normal Saturday morning or atleast as normal as it could be with the Miya family. Osamu and Atsumu were eating breakfast, when their mother and her boyfriend came down. His Name was Fred and he had green eyes and brown hair. He was an Italian man with strong arms and a warm smile. „Good morning boys!“ he said. „Morning!“ atsumus voice was filled with a tired tone. Osamu just nodded. The silence was normal for the silver haired boy, he wasn’t shy just lazy.
„Osamu, tell me, how was your meeting with Suna yesterday?“ the Italian asked while sitting down across of osamu and handing his girlfriend a cup coffee. „Good, we went to the skatepark and I made some food“ The Man in formt of him smiled and than focused on atsumu „So atsumu a little birdie whispered me you need new volleyball shoes….“
After they were done with the breakfast they all cleaned up together. The twins didn’t have anything planned for today and were walking upstairs as their mother stopped them: „ Samu,Sumu …Your father is coming today. Please prepare emotionally…“ They didn’t talk to their father much ever since their parents split up. Osamu didn’t talk to him at all, but atsumu still did. He couldn’t bring himself to ignore him.
As soon as Osamu was in his room he decided to text his best friend.
Saturday 11am
You: Hey Suna :/
Suna: Heyyy how are ya?
You: Not good, that half of a man is coming by this evening…
Suna:…
Suna: Do you want me to come over?
Osamu looked at his phone for a bit.
You: No but thx <3
Suna: Always for u ;>
Osamu felt his face getting red. His friend Suna would often flirt but never more than that. It gave Osamu a hard time because he didn’t know why it hurt so much that it always felt like a joke.
You: Have to go off! ✌️
Suna:Bye babes, and if something happens come to me 😌
*You liked a message*
Osamu chuckled. His mood was immediately lifted and he decided to game a bit.
Saturday 4pm
Suna:U still alive?
You:Yeah
Suna:Good <3
You: <3
Osamu noticed the time and hopped off his bed. He went down the hallway, where the restroom is. He put a towel next to the bathtub and went into the hot water. His body relaxed and he started to let his mind wander around. After some time he went out and put a towel around his waist. He went back to his room and started to get dressed as he got a message.
Saturday 4:46 pm
Suna: What ya doing rn?
You: Getting dressed
Suna: Oh so I get a picture? ;)
Osamu fell his phone out off his hand from shock. He took it back and started texting..
You: Sure why not?
Suna: No no …Just a joke!
You: alright bye then
*Suna has liked a message*
Osamu sighed and went back to get dressed. A black baggy pair of jeans, a white T-Shirt, a gray tie, which once was Sunas and a black sleeveless shirt over the T-Shirt. Some silver jewelry finished the look. It now was 5pm. „Samu would u help cooking?“ he yelled down a quick yes and went upstairs to help Fred. „Oh hello Samu, oh wait is alright if I call you Samu?“ „Yeah u can…“ „Alright than Samu could you please cut the vegetables?“ he nodded and started with his task. After some minutes in comfortable silence osamu broke it „Fred..“ the man answered quiekly probably because of the weird tone osamu had „yes?“ „…May-..May I call you dad..?“ The man stopped washing the rice and looked up. Right into Osamus face, which was focused on the floor. Tears escaped his eyes as he sayed with a trembling voice „please do…“ „Osamu looked immediately up and looked at the crying man. His eyes widened, but he could see that it weren’t sad tears. He smiled at him and whispered „thanks dad“ it was so quiet that Fred almost didn’t hear it.
They finished the food as their mother and atsumu came down. His brother wore a Blue shirt with clouds and a dark blue jeans. His look was perfected with white and silver accessories like his cap. Their mother wore a red dress, her favorite. „Sumu set the table.“ was the first thing osamu said to his brother. „Samu would you give me please some pepper so I can give the food a last touch?“ Fred’s expression was concentrated and he didn’t even think about the reaction of the others . Even though the nickname was new for Fred, atsumu and their mother weren’t shocked. But the next thing definitely did. „Sure thing, dad“ osamu gave him the pepper and wanted to get back to his other task but the scream of his mother stopped him. „You called him dad?!“ their mother seemed really happy and was smiling from one ear to the other. Atsumu was grinning too „Dad, I see“ Osamu became red and stayed silent.
It was now 6pm the table was set, the food was done and the drinks were ready. The doorbell ringed and their mom went to the door. „Hello, come in.“ „Hello“ a man with dark brown hairs and blue eyes stepped into the room. His eyes met Osamus, he could swear he saw the devil himself in those eyes. They all set down and a small akward Chat started. From school to future jobs even relationships. It was one hour in and their father smelled like alcohol even more than before. „So Tell me Osamu. Why didn’t you answer my messages?“ he asked with a serious tone. „You should respect me, I am your father.“ „Than act like one. Respect our Mother, don’t go drunk to the only meeting with your kids and get a reality check. Fred is a better father figure than you could ever be me. That’s why I call him dad and not u.“ Silence. „W-Well you shouldn’t say that Samu…-You know he is still our father. Don’t worry father…He still loves you- just like I do!“ the need for recognition could be heard in every word. The hope, that if he would be perfect enough- willing tonlose his father enough- that this cold man would treat them with love, kindness and respect. „You can talk for u- I don’t like this old man neither do I love him.“ A painful laugh filled the room. „Yeah you little shit. You were always like that. But you won’t be long anymore.“ The blue eyed man got something out of his pocket. A Granate. „Oh don’t worry son! It’s not ur fault. It’s the fault of that hoe“ he pointed at their mother and Fred didn’t take thatvwell. He punshed shameless man, which dropped the Granate.
The Granate didn’t make a big explosion, but the house started burning down. „Samu, Sumu get out fast! I am carrying your mother out! She can’t walk..“ with that Fred fought him and the woman in his arms out of the fire. The firefighters were already called by the neighbors, who heard the explosion and saw the smoke coming from the house. The sirens could be heard soon. Samu searched for his brother. „Samu, where are you ?! Samu-" he was interrupted by a touch on his right shoulder. The touch was cold. It send a chill down his spine, he wanted to let out a cry for help but decided to turn around first. A pair of eyes looked into his, it was the pair of his brother. „Let’s get out of here, dumbass!“ said the blonde cocky. The two tried to escape the nightmare but the different furniture and cabinets had fallen and were closing there way outside. „Let’s go through the hallway and try to get outside the big window in the living room.“ the silver haired suggested. The other nodded and the Both ran in the direction of the living room. Osamu at the front and Atsumu at the back. Osamu saw it, a way to get out. He crashed the window and ran out. He turned around to meet …no one. He saw how his brother was holded by a disgusting creature. Their father.
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Atsumus leg hurt, every breath took his energy but he knew he couldn’t stop now. That was their only way to escape. But already on the first step in the living room
his body fell on the hart wood floor. A hand was grabbing his injured leg. The hand of the blue eyed man, their father. His face was covered with little wounds and he looked in a critical condition. But his mimic didn’t show any of that, it only showed one thing, the psychopath he was. He crawled closer and closer to the blonde and got a knife out of his pocket in the process. „You said you love me, didn’t ya?! If you really see me as my your father die with me.“ before Atsumu could react the other man was already holding a knife to his neck. He had no chance to leave or fight.
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The firefighter stopped holding the silver head and gave a sign to a person behind Osamu. Before anyone could react he ran into the fire, right into the flames. Osamu wanted to follower. His legs moved on his own, building speed and reaching more strength with every step but they were stopped once again. A gentle voice and a strong touch hold him back. A pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist and hold Osamus body still. „Stay…“ the voice was determined and recognizable. The Owner was someone special, the only person who could even get the closest to calming Osamu now down. Suna. He moved infront of Osamu, who’s legs now completely gave in as if they waited for the permission and warmth of the fox eyed guy. Osamu was on his knees. His face hiding in the stomach of the other guy and holding him closer and closer. He was sure that he almost crushed Sunas waist and stomach because he hugged them that strong but he couldn’t think about that. He needed that comfort, that Suna brought him. Suna hugged the head of the taller boy and couldn’t hold his tears back anymore either.
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The young firefighter started walking around and screaming for the searched guy „Sumu?! Sumu?“ but no answer. He was now in the room, where everything started. Seeing the Granate, explained a lot for him but still not everything. Who would bomb their own house? Or who did it? But that Question was pretty fast answered as he saw a death body wrapped around the boy. The knife still on his neck. The black haired boy didn’t know why but it made him mad. He picked Atsumu up and looked into his eyes, which were fighting to stay open. Normally the firefighter needed a long time to feel closeness but this guy gave him immediately a feeling of closeness and when he spoke he knew that if he couldn’t save him he could never live with it. A fragile voice came out of the lips, who belonged to the blonde : „ Wow..I-I am getting safe-ed by a handsome guy.“ He said it like they weren’t in a dead or life situation and the blacked haired man didn’t know why but he felt like he had to give this Sumu his name „My name is Kiyoomi not handsome guy…“
The blonde smiled before closing his eyes and Kiyoomi knew that the time was getting short so he took the same route as osamu did before and came out off the building. Making the choice to safe the living boy and not a soulless body.
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Suna was the first to see them he couldn’t believe it himself but reacted immediately. „S-Samu…“ but he couldn’t get the silver haired man’s attention. Finally he cupped his face and looked him straight in the eyes. Those tearing eyes hurted every single bone in his body. „Samu…Your brother he is there. The firefighter got him out the building.“ Osamus eyes sparkled up before saying anything he tuned around and ran towards his brother and his savior. He tripped on almost every step but he didn’t care. He noticed the critical situation of his brother straight away. The medical staff took him with them before any other word could be said or heard. He looked at the firefighter and bowed. „Thank you…“ afterwards he now had the energy to look after his parents…
Suna followed him and they both were now standing now across of them. His mother was in a faint. The gas had poisoned here. She wouldn’t have been in such a stable state if Fred wouldn’t have run out with her. Fred on the other side had many bones broken. Everything was going to heal but still the pain was probably unbearable.
They both were sent into the hospital but the medical staff explained to them that his parents would probably get out in a few days. The situation had chilled down a bit and Osamu was done with the paperwork for now he looked exhausted at suna. „Come, we are going to my place.“ and they did. Osamu on the passenger seat and Suna drove them to his house. Even though Suna was only 16 years old he already had his license. He was a special case. His father helped him
Too get it, because he was never home. Sunas house was empty except for them. „Osamu..Wha-" suna couldn’t even ask his Question. He was interrupted by a big hug. „I know it sounds weird…but please let me hold you the night…I-I need to know that someone is there…“ Suna knew it was the wrong moment but he still blushed. He hated it because he knew that there were different things that should be on his mind right now.
They both changed into pajamas and laid down in Sunas bed. Osamu hold suna his face hiding in the others neck an not letting go even after falling asleep. The next days were a fever dream. It all happened blurry. His mother and father were dismissed from the hospital and lived for now in the house from Fred’s sister. They offered Osamu to come with him but he declined. The house was 1 hour away from Atsumus hospital and even though they still had holidays he didn’t want to be to much away from his school. And Suna.
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The incident is now four days ago and Kiyoomi hasn’t heared anything about the mysterious flirt. He assumed the worst but still wanted to visit him. He didn’t know why but he couldn’t stop thinking about the smile, the eyes about just everything from the beaming boy. He was so different from the brother he met outside…so much happier..? So here he was looking down in the hospital bed and seeing the hurt body of the blonde. The wounds weren’t as deep as he thought first but the boy had breathed in a lot of the smoke. There was no evidence that he would ever wake up again. But also no evidence against it.
So the days went by….
He visited the mysterious boy every day and learned his name, his hobbies and his age. Just some years younger than him. 2 to be exact. Kiyoomi wasn’t a real firefighter. He was an intern and got into a lot of trouble for his Hero act.
He learned the information from suna and Osamu, which he ran into on his second visit.
It went weeks by and there was still no sign for recovery. It was now the twin’s birthday October 5th.
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It was a pretty sunny morning for October, when Osamu woke up to suna on his side. They lived together for some weeks now and had get comfortable with each other. Cuddling, watching each other change and taking care of each other. They both knew they weren’t normal friends anymore. But how do you confess,when your bestfriend or even brother lays in coma?
They did they normal routine, waking up together, cuddling for a while after that Suna would go shower and Osamu would make breakfast. They would eat together and afterwards Suna would start cleaning up, while Osamu showers. At the end Suna would drive them to school and later would visit Atsumu.
It was their birthday and Osamu kneeled on the right side of atsumus bed, holding his hand in his own. The room was filled with gifts and flowers. But the mood was still dark. Suna stood next to osamu. He always tried to support him as much he could. He knew that osamu would do the same and he loved him so he would do everything to see osamu smile again.
The silence was interrupted by the silver haired boy „Oh brother….Please tell me. When will I have you back?“
Kiyoomi was standing in front of the door hearing every word. He just had one thought: „When are you coming back, mysterious stranger…“