[Completed!] Osomatsu-san: Our 7th Brother?! (Fanfiction Story Movie)

Chapter 15: Is It Love or Abuse?

The Matsuno household rang with the usual evening chaos—snacks being devoured, TV remotes fought over, pillows launched across the room like missiles. The laughter was deafening, the teasing relentless. After surviving a full day of Osomatsu's so-called "ultimate test," Haruto had nothing left in him but silence.

He sat quietly at the table, eyes unfocused, stirring his untouched tea while the others cheered and squabbled around dessert.

Haruto (softly): I'm done. Thanks for the meal.

No one noticed as he stood, chair legs scraping gently against the floor. He slipped out of the dining area, his footsteps light and deliberate. The voices of his older brothers followed him faintly as he climbed the stairs, opened the door to their shared bedroom, and shut it behind him.

There, the world quieted.

Without thinking, Haruto crossed the room, pulled open the closet door, and stepped inside. For the second time since arriving in this household, the cramped space welcomed him like an old memory. He sank down to the floor, closing the door behind him and drawing his knees to his chest.

The darkness embraced him.

His breathing slowed, becoming a rhythm of steady inhales and exhales as he stared into the void. His hands rested on his knees, fingers twitching slightly. As the silence stretched, faint blue sparks flickered along his fingertips—remnants of the psychic energy he had kept buried all day. He clenched his hands, the glow dimming.

Haruto (murmuring): I don't feel anything. Not love, not warmth... nothing.

He raised one trembling hand to his chest. A faint blue light began to glow beneath the fabric of his hoodie, but at the center of it, like an ink blot on paper, a black pulse throbbed slowly. It wasn't just energy—it was the truth of who he'd become. His psychic heart. A heart that had long ago darkened from years of emotional wear and silent suffering.

Haruto (bitterly): This... is what's left of me.

The memories crept in like shadows: the orphanage nights spent wide awake in silence, the cold stares from other children, the pain of feeling too strange to belong. And now... the laughter from downstairs. A family he wanted to believe in, but whose affection came wrapped in chaos and confusion. Teasing. Challenges. Endless noise.

Haruto (strained): I thought joining this family would be different. But all they do is laugh, tease... and treat me like I'm just some sort of entertainment.

He closed his eyes, trying to steady the tremble in his chest.

Haruto (softly): Is this even love? Or just more of the same?

Then came a soft knock—light, hesitant.

Choromatsu (through the door): Haruto? You've been quiet since dinner... are you okay?

Haruto didn't answer immediately. He took a long, slow breath, the glow from his chest dimming as he forced the emotions down. With effort, he stood and opened the closet door.

Choromatsu stood in the dim hallway, holding two mugs of tea. The scent of chamomile wafted into the room.

Choromatsu (gently): I thought you might need this. It's chamomile... good for relaxing.

Haruto blinked, his eyes momentarily surprised, before accepting the mug with both hands.

Haruto (grateful): Thanks, Choromatsu-nii-san.

Choromatsu leaned on the doorframe, his voice quieter now, more careful.

Choromatsu (awkwardly): Look, I know we're... a lot. Especially Osomatsu-nii-san. That "test" was probably way over the top.

Choromatsu (sincerely): But I just want you to know—we do care. We're not the best at showing it, but it's real. You matter to us, Haruto.

Haruto looked down at the tea in his hands, feeling the warmth seep into his fingers. He gave a small nod, the faintest of smiles forming at the corner of his lips.

Haruto (quietly): I know. It's just... hard. I'm not used to this.

Choromatsu (softly smiling): You'll get there. You're one of us now, whether you like it or not.

Haruto let out a breath that felt like it had been trapped in his chest for days. A soft chuckle escaped him.

Haruto (murmuring): Thanks, nii-san.

Choromatsu gave a small nod, then stepped back, closing the door behind him to leave Haruto with his thoughts.

Haruto stepped away from the closet and sat down on the tatami floor, the glow of the room's ceiling light casting a calm ambiance. He sipped his tea in silence, staring toward the window where the moonlight filtered in gently.

The ache in his chest hadn't disappeared. But Choromatsu's quiet presence, his warmth... it was a start.

End Of Chapter 15

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