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

Chapter 25: Walk Beneath the Streetlights

The group trudged along the quiet neighborhood streets, the warm orange glow of the streetlights casting elongated shadows behind them. The rhythmic shuffle of footsteps filled the silence, accompanied by the occasional murmur of conversation as they supported one another. The weight of the day still clung to their shoulders, but there was an unspoken comfort in being together—each step forward was one away from the storm and closer to home.

Haruto leaned on Osomatsu and Karamatsu, his legs heavy, his strength flickering like a candle in the wind. His shredded black jacket clung to him loosely, and the makeshift bandages on his arms and legs—now dark with blood—served as constant reminders of what they had survived. The crisp night air brushed gently against their skin, soothing but sobering.

As they passed through the familiar streets near the town square, the group paused in front of Chibita's modest home. The older man turned to them, arms crossed, his usual scowl betraying a flicker of concern.

Chibita (gruff): "Alright, this is where I stop. You guys better get him home safe. Don't mess this up."

Osomatsu offered a tired, grateful grin as he gave Chibita a nod.

Osomatsu (grateful): "Thanks, Chibita. We couldn't have done any of this without you."

Chibita huffed and looked away, clearly flustered by the sincerity.

Chibita (mocking): "Tch. Don't get all mushy on me. Just don't let the kid bleed out, alright? He's tough... but even tough ones break if you don't take care of 'em."

Before turning toward his door, Chibita stepped closer to Haruto. His tone softened, his eyes surprisingly gentle.

Chibita (genuine): "Hey, kid. You hang in there. And don't let these boneheads push you around."

Haruto offered a faint, exhausted smile, his voice quiet but heartfelt.

Haruto (softly): "Thanks, Chibita. I won't forget what you did for me."

With a small grunt, Chibita turned away and stepped inside his house, the door closing behind him with a final click. The group stood silently for a moment before resuming their slow journey toward the Matsuno home.

Totoko, walking a little ahead, suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her sharp gaze narrowed on Haruto.

Totoko (alarmed): "Haruto, your head—! You're bleeding again!"

Haruto instinctively raised a hand to his temple, his fingers coming away stained red. He winced.

Haruto (weak): "I'm okay. It's just a scratch..."

Totoko marched back and gave him a firm look.

Totoko (firm): "You call that a scratch? You're bleeding down the side of your face!"

Osomatsu frowned and gently urged Haruto to sit on the nearby curb.

Osomatsu (concerned): "Just hold still for a sec, Haruto. We'll take care of it."

Totoko pulled a handkerchief from her bag and crouched beside him, carefully dabbing at the blood. Haruto flinched but didn't protest.

Totoko (stern): "You need to stop trying to act like you're fine. Let us help you."

Haruto (soft): "...Thank you, Totoko-san."

Once she tied the cloth gently around his head, they helped him back up. The walk continued, this time slower, quieter. Despite the pain in his body, Haruto couldn't help but feel the warmth of their concern pressing against the ache.

Trying to lift the mood, Osomatsu threw out a grin.

Osomatsu (playful): "So, uh... we skipping bath time tonight, or what?"