It All Started In Detention

Fifty Five

Disclaimer: this chapter contains descriptions of child abuse as well as homophobic language. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to these topics.

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~Osamu~

Osamu is confused and nervous, shutting the door as Atsumu sends him a look that is neither reassuring nor worrying. He doesn't necessarily think this is bad. Based on Suna's demeanor he doesn't think he's about to get cussed out or something. It's probably about the other day. But Osamu is still nervous since Suna usually goes through Atsumu to relay anything to him. But now he's here and Osamu has no idea what to do.

The room falls into a deafening silence once the door is shut, Suna not speaking right away. As if he didn't really think this through which Osamu guesses could be true. But that also just makes him more nervous.

The room is chilly from the window being open, him having planned to smoke once Sakusa left. God, he wishes he actually got around to that before...whatever this is. It's tense. Quiet. Osamu forces himself to finally move at least, walking across the room to the window to shut it. He also just needed something to do while he gives Suna a moment to...say something. Anything. Osamu thinks he knows what this is about. But he already forgave Suna for that. In all honesty, he gets it and it's mostly Atsumu's fault anyway so there's no need to be mad at Suna.

He also isn't quite sure he has the ability to actually be mad at the boy.

He clicks the lock on the window and finally turns around to fully look at Suna who hasn't really moved from the door. He meets Osamu's eyes and Osamu can read exactly what the boy is thinking. He can see the guilt. Knows exactly what this is about and he's a little annoyed since Atsumu told Suna he wasn't mad. So Suna has no reason to be here looking so...guilty and nervous right now. Osamu doesn't like it.

He also just doesn't want to talk about this. Ever again. He'd rather forget and...ignore. Ignore the fact Suna believed Osamu was that horrible. That he was someone to beat a random person into the ground for fun. It makes him a little sick thinking about it. Which is why he doesn't.

Maybe he's still a little mad...

Not at him though. Never at him.

He watches Suna swallow nervously, hands picking at the skin around his nails. Osamu could cut in. Stop Suna before he even starts. He's tempted. But he doesn't. He doesn't know why, honestly. He just...wants to let him speak first since he clearly came here with something to say. Yes, it's something Osamu really really doesn't want to hear, but he'll let Suna say it anyway.

He wishes he wasn't sober for this.

"Umm, listen..." Suna's voice cuts through the silence suddenly, drawing every ounce of Osamu's attention. "I'll uh make this quick. Sorry I know I said I needed space and then keep breaking it, but this...I just um feel bad and wanted to apologize in person." Suna gives Osamu an intense, serious look. It makes Osamu's heartbeat pick up a bit for some reason. "I'm really sorry, Osamu. For ever accusing you of something like that. Seriously." The words leave behind a weird kind of ache as they wash over him. And Suna looks so sincere as he says it, it's almost enough to make Osamu forget about the whole thing.

But he still remembers. He's not mad. He's not. So he sighs and gives Suna a soft smile.

"Suna, I meant what I told 'Tsumu. 'm not mad at ya. At all." How could I be? "I honestly get it. I was a huge jerk ta ya. But please believe me when I tell ya 'm not mad or upset with ya at all. 'm not." He needs Suna to believe him. He doesn't really want to talk about this. Think about it. Suna studies him for a moment before taking a few steps closer and speaking,