Late Night Calls
Chapter 5 - Secrets
Osamu hesitates, “My kidneys have been failing me for a while now. I have chronic kidney disease.”
“When were you diagnosed?”
“Five years ago.” Osamu lets out a shaky breath, his gaze unable to meet yours.
“We’ve been together since your senior year and my junior year. And you didn’t trust me enough to tell me this?”
“I do.” Osamu pauses, finally meeting your gaze. “But I know ya would have never left abroad if I told ya.”
“You’re right. I wouldn’t have. I had so many options nearby; I could have stayed. But instead you let me leave, spending four years where it was difficult to see each other, and now when I’m finally here—” You choke on your tears.
Osamu stands up immediately, covering his mouth.
He runs towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
“Osamu!” You run behind him, persistently knocking on the door.
You can hear his gags from outside the bathroom. You can hear the pain.
“Baby.” You keep trying to open the door, but he’s locked it.
After a couple of minutes, you can hear the toilet flushing.
Osamu hesitantly opens the door, his face dripping with cold water.
You don’t say anything. You simply just pull him into a hug.
“Y/n…” he says, his voice just above a whisper.
“Shh,” you gently rub his back as his body naturally relaxes on yours. “We can talk about the rest later.”
“Please stay.”
“I will. Let’s get you to bed.” You lead Osamu into the bedroom. You help him change—you can feel the fatigue his body is in.
Once Osamu’s finally in bed, you can see the tears flowing down his face.
“I’m sorry. I should have told ya. I’m sorry.”
“You should have. But you’ll be okay. I promise.” You rub his cheek, humming a soft melody into his ears.
It doesn’t take long for Osamu to fall asleep.
You roam Osamu’s apartment.
You find Atsumu’s phone hidden in one of the kitchen drawers—but that’s the least of your concerns.
You tidy up as you go.
Finding sticky notes ***Time Difference: 2 hours. Class schedule: xxx*** written on them.
You softly chuckle, not realizing the tears running down your face.
“Babe?” Osamu says in a low voice.
You turn around. “What are you doing up?”
“My legs are killing me. I can’t sleep,” he looks at the floor.
You walk into the bedroom, gently pushing him onto the bed.
You lightly lather your hands in body oil, massaging his legs.
“Does this help?”
“Yeah.” Osamu nods, his head tilts back.
You bite your tongue, holding back all your anger. But looking at how weak he looks, you can’t blame him.
“You should have told me.” You mumble.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
You feel uncomfortable in the silence. All you could hear were the voices in your head.
“Is there another woman? Was there ever?” You spit out. You tried to ignore your thoughts that flooded your mind ever since the hospital receptionist thought you were Osamu’s fiancée.
“No.” He calmly replies.
“Then who has accompanied you to the hospital before?”
“No one. Why?” Osamu sits up straight.
“The receptionist asked if I was your fiancée.”
Osamu’s eyes slightly widen, panic filling them.
“Don’t lie to me.” You sniffle.
“No, Y/n. I haven’t been unfaithful, I swear.” He holds your hand—holding it tightly to keep you from leaving.
“Then why did she think you had a fiancée? You haven’t given me a ring.” You pull away. Your heart is begging for you to believe him.
“I—” Osamu stutters, unable to come up with an explanation.
“Is that why you didn’t tell me? So I wouldn’t find out about her?” You pull your hand away from his touch.
“No. No. There is no her. It’s just you. I swear.”
“Then answer my question!” You shout.
“Y/n. I love ya. I’ve been faithful. Please trust me.” Osamu says in a soft tone, his hands gently wiping your tears away.
“How can I? If all you’ve done is hide things from me. If you’ve been lying to me this whole time.”
Osamu can’t find an excuse this time.
You stand up, rushing towards the door.
Osamu runs, “Y/n!” He grabs your hand before you can open the door. “Please.” He pants.
“Don’t lie to me anymore. Tell me the truth. No matter how much it hurts.” You repeat.
“I can’t die with ya hating me.” He kneels down. “I’m not lying to ya when I say I went alone. I’ve never once thought about being unfaithful.”
“That still doesn’t answer my question. Why did she think I was your fiancée?”
“It must have been a mistake. You’re the only woman I love.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit. You’ve been there recently. I know that Atsumu hasn’t.”
“How do ya know that?”
“Because I went there with him today. Damn it! I had to go behind your back to figure it out.”
“Ya were with him.”
“Don’t try to turn this around on me, Osamu!”
“Ask Tsumu.”
“What?”
“He knows I haven’t been unfaithful.”
“He didn’t know you were sick; he could care less about your love life.”
Osamu stands up. “Ya can hate me for lyin’, but I’ve never thought about another woman. I only love ya.”
“I want to believe you so badly, Osamu.”
“Please do.”
“But I can’t.” You sigh.
Osamu pleads for your trust.
“I’ll keep my promise.” You walk over to the couch, stretching your body all over it.
“I’ll stay. Not because I believe you, but because I love you.” You mutter. Your heart is too weak to ever leave him–especially now, when he needs you most.
“I didn’t cheat on ya. I—” Osamu walks into the bedroom. You can hear him scrummaging through his drawers.
He walks out, his hands behind his back.
“I didn’t want to do it like this.” He pauses, his lips curling into a soft smile.
You sit up, not knowing what to expect next.
“I love ya, Y/n.” Osamu gets closer to you.
You stay silent.
“Will ya marry me?” Osamu kneels down on one knee, holding a red velvet box in his hand.
