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

Chapter 22: Warning Before The Storm

Osomatsu wandered down a crowded shopping arcade, his eyes scanning every face that passed. He called Haruto's name under his breath, his fingers clutching the twisted remains of the broken glasses in his hoodie pocket. He peered into every side alley, every café window, hoping to see a familiar light orange hoodie. But all he saw were strangers.

Osomatsu (thinking): Where are you, Haruto...

Karamatsu and Ichimatsu moved together through the residential blocks, the quiet streets now touched with the soft glow of lanterns and porch lights. Karamatsu tried asking a few pedestrians if they'd seen a teen with glasses and bandages, but no one had. Ichimatsu kept his eyes low, silent, his expression unreadable—but every few seconds, he'd glance into bushes, under balconies, near dumpsters. Places someone might hide if they didn't want to be found.

Karamatsu (low): "I should've seen it coming..."

Ichimatsu (quiet): "He just wanted peace."

Meanwhile, Choromatsu and Jyushimatsu weaved through narrow alleys behind the train station. Choromatsu questioned a few shop owners while Jyushimatsu sprinted between parked bikes and vending machines, peeking around every corner. They passed a flyer board cluttered with missing pet posters and event announcements—so ordinary, yet strangely painful in this moment.

Choromatsu (softly): "If we'd just listened..."

Jyushimatsu (gentle): "He's not mad... He's just sad."

Totoko, walking alone near the river's edge, glanced down every step of the pathway. She stopped once to watch the slow drift of the water, wondering if Haruto had walked this path alone. The silence chilled her.

Totoko (thinking): You deserved better than this, Haruto.

Chibita stood near the subway station, arms crossed, scanning the sea of commuters pouring out. His usual bark had been replaced with still focus. He didn't yell. Didn't pace. He just waited. His sharp eyes watching. Searching.

Chibita (muttering): "C'mon kid... where'd you go..."

As the night grew deeper, one by one, they circled back to their meeting point—empty-handed. No orange hoodie. No familiar face.

Not even a trace.

The city, in all its vastness, had swallowed him whole.

And he didn't want to be found.

The sky dimmed into a dusky lavender, and the air turned colder as the six brothers regrouped at the park once again. The lamplight buzzed faintly, illuminating the worn benches, but none of them sat. Not this time.

Osomatsu paced near the fountain, his hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, his jaw clenched. The others stood in a loose circle, their silence more deafening than any argument they'd ever had. They had nothing to say. Nothing to report. Haruto was still missing.

Karamatsu leaned against a tree, his sunglasses now perched on his head, eyes dull.

Karamatsu (softly): "I kept thinking maybe he was just mad. That he'd cool off. But... this is starting to feel different."

Ichimatsu stared out at the park path, shoulders tense.

Ichimatsu (quiet): "He doesn't want to be found. Not by us."

Jyushimatsu had stopped bouncing. He sat curled near the edge of the sidewalk, head resting on his knees, whispering Haruto's name like a chant.

Todomatsu stood in the dim glow of the streetlamp, arms wrapped around himself as if bracing against the weight in his chest.