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"At first, it just looked like a regular fall, but then you didn't get up. You just kind of...fell over. Curled in on yourself. We were so far away, but everyone could hear the screams, and God, it scared the shit out of me."
"I'm sorry," Suna whispered. His own voice was raspy with the threat of tears.
"You don't have to be sorry," Osamu's eyes crinkled. "I just...the only thing I could think was at least if you were in pain, that meant you could still feel, and you could still feel, you could still move."
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Pain was a part of the game. At least, that's what Suna Rintarou told himself. With a future position on the National Team on the line, Suna must prove he can play with the best, no matter what. Pain was a small price to pay.
But pain isn't an underlying issue, merely a symptom of something larger, and Suna realized far too late that some broken bones can't be fixed with a cast.
Or: Suna untangles his feelings for Osamu as his former teammate helps him recover from a potentially career-ending surgery, while simultaneously shoving down his attraction to current teammate, Komori Motoya, who he may never play with again.