#hyuosa

[lanternnstar]

[watori-fics]

Scars

In which Hyuse sees Osamu's wounds from the invasion in the Tamakoma baths.

Characters / Pairing: HyuOsa (Hyuse | Mikumo Osamu) Summary: On trigger-off days, Osamu & Hyuse are drenched in their normal bodies and need a bath. Osamu shows empathy and acknowledges Hyuse’s situation while Hyuse maintains his pride. The dynamic between them feels more layered now, especially with the hints of Hyuse’s internal struggle. Note: Hehehe, the sucker for those in need and the spoiled baby boy... Perfect duo!

The rain poured down relentlessly as Hyuse and Osamu hurried back to Tamakoma dorm, both soaked to the bone. The heavy downpour had caught them off guard, and by the time they reached the base, their clothes were dripping wet. Since they only needed to do the Tamakoma's share of grocery, they were both out with their normal body, including Hyuse, who went out with his hoodie to cover his horns.

"Man, that came out of nowhere," Osamu muttered, pushing his glasses up only for them to fog up again.

Konami, Yuma, and Chika were waiting for them inside, the girls armed with towels.

"Geez, you two look like you just swam back here. Like drowned rats," Konami snickered, tossing Hyuse a towel.

Chika shyly handed Osamu his towel. “You should get to the bath, Osamu.”

Osamu nodded, gratefully taking it. “Thanks, Chika.”

Hyuse and Osamu made their way to the big Ofuro at Tamakoma dorm, both silently retreating to their own thoughts as they stripped off their wet clothes, washed their bodies, and stepped into the warm bath. The steam rose up, instantly soothing the chill that had settled in their bones.

Hyuse leaned back against the bath’s edge, arms resting lazily along the sides, while Osamu settled across from him. As Osamu shifted, Hyuse’s sharp eyes caught sight of the scars running down his chest, side, and leg—three distinct, deep marks.

He frowned slightly, his curiosity piqued, but typical of Hyuse, he didn’t ask outright.

“What happened there?” he asked, nodding subtly toward the wounds on Osamu’s body.

Osamu looked down, brushing his fingers absentmindedly over the scar on his chest. “Oh… these? They’re from the invasion. I got them when I turned my trigger off. I… got caught off guard.”

Hyuse raised an eyebrow. “Caught off guard? From what?”

“There was this woman… I don’t know her name. She had some kind of teleportation ability, and before I could react, she… well, she hit me. Hard.” Osamu’s voice was matter-of-fact, but the weight of the memory lingered.

Hyuse’s eyes narrowed. He wasn’t familiar with the exact encounter, but teleportation and such a deadly attack? It could only be Mira, one of the elites of Aftokrator. He hadn’t realized she had personally engaged Osamu.

“She must have been strong,” Hyuse mused, his voice lacking the usual arrogance. It was a strange thing, acknowledging his former comrades’ strength in this context.

Osamu nodded. “Yeah… I didn’t even have time to fight back. If I had been stronger, I might have been able to stop her. You knew her?”

“Of course.” Hyuse’s eyes narrowed slightly, recalling memories of his time as one of Aftokrator’s warriors. “She was one of the most trusted aides to our commander. Calculating and cold. The kind who only moves when it’s to her benefit.”

The silence stretched for a moment as the sound of water gently rippling filled the air. Osamu studied Hyuse’s face, realizing that despite his calm exterior, there was something deeper stirring beneath his former enemy’s surface.

“Must’ve been hard for you… being forced to serve them.”

Hyuse didn’t respond right away, instead lowering his head slightly. “I followed orders. That’s all I knew.”

Osamu sighed, leaning back against the warm tile. “And now you’re stuck here. Away from your home. I can’t imagine how that must feel.”

“It’s not that simple,” Hyuse muttered. “I chose to come here to serve a greater purpose. But…” He paused, then glanced at Osamu. “Can't say I'm happy with the outcome.”

Osamu didn’t press further, sensing Hyuse wasn’t ready to fully talk about it. Instead, he offered a soft smile. “Thanks for telling me about it. I guess… we have more in common than I thought.”

Hyuse scoffed, his usual pride creeping back into his voice. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not here to bond.”

Osamu chuckled. “Of course not.”

But despite Hyuse’s words, something unspoken passed between them. The shared battle scars—both physical and emotional—bridged a gap that had once felt much larger. In the quiet warmth of the bath, they found a moment of understanding, no words necessary.

And maybe, just maybe, they both felt a little closer.

“You fought against elite warriors of Aftokrator. Your chances weren’t great, no matter what you did. But…” Hyuse glanced at Osamu with a flicker of something like respect. “You survived.”

Osamu offered a small smile. “Thanks, I guess.”

The bath fell into a comfortable silence, both boys reflecting on their battles. Despite their differences, there was an unspoken understanding between them now, forged by the scars they each carried—both physical and emotional.

And with that, the two of them soaked in the warmth, a little closer than they had been before, though neither would ever admit it.