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

Chapter 27: Welcome Home, Haruto

The sun had already risen high into the sky by the time Haruto stirred from his sleep. The golden rays filtered through the curtains, casting soft patterns across the wooden floor of the shared bedroom. It was 9:00 AM, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Haruto woke up without the familiar weight of dread pressing down on his chest. Though his arms and legs were still wrapped in bandages—faint remnants of the chaos from the night before—there was something new inside him now. A different kind of energy. Peaceful. Steady. Real.

He stretched his fingers, watching in quiet awe as a gentle, calming blue glow flickered to life beneath his skin. His psychic aura had returned—not wild and out of control as before, but stable, calm, and perfectly in tune with the peace he now felt inside. His body bore the marks of pain, but his heart had begun to heal. That unshakable heaviness was gone, replaced by warmth—a warmth that had been missing for most of his life.

His eyes drifted down to the bandages on his feet. Each small movement reminded him of how far he had come. Memories of yesterday—of collapsing, of his brothers finding him, of being cradled by their kindness—passed through his thoughts like a soft breeze. His chest ached, not with fear or shame this time, but with quiet pride.

Haruto (thinking): "Pain is temporary, but the love of a family lasts forever."

It was a simple thought, but it carried more truth than anything he had known before. A truth that now lived in his chest, glowing with every beat of his heart.

He let his gaze sweep the quiet room. The air was still, and his brothers were elsewhere, perhaps downstairs. The soft curtain moved gently with the wind. On the low table beside him sat his broken glasses—frames bent, one lens cracked and carefully taped. He smiled faintly, reaching toward them, his fingers brushing over the repaired edges.

Haruto (softly): "You found them..."

There was gratitude in his tone, quiet and warm. He left the glasses there for now, content just knowing they were close.

With a slow breath, Haruto shifted his weight and pushed himself up from the bedding. His legs trembled slightly but held. Every small action filled him with a gentle confidence. He stood barefoot on the wooden floor, and for the first time, didn't feel like a stranger in the house.

He walked over to the window and grasped the curtains with both hands. With a soft pull, sunlight flooded the room, golden and warm. He unlatched the window, pushed it open, and leaned slightly into the breeze. Outside, the air smelled clean. Birds chirped in the distance. Somewhere down the street, people were beginning their day. But inside, a quiet transformation was taking place.

A soft, golden glow began to gather in his chest—faint at first, like a sunrise beneath the surface. It pulsed gently, harmonizing with his heartbeat. The lingering shadows in his heart—darkness that had once defined him—began to break apart, like clouds dissolving in the morning sky.

The light expanded, brightening, cleansing, and then, as if pulled from the deepest part of his soul, it changed. No longer blue, no longer golden.

From the center of his chest, a stunning Pure White Heart emerged—radiant, glowing with soft luminescence, like moonlight made solid. It shimmered like crystal, reflecting hope, healing, and the unconditional love he had found in the people around him.

Haruto (thinking): "This is what it feels like... to be whole."

The white glow surrounded him now, lifting his body gently off the floor. He hovered a few feet above the ground, weightless. The bandages fluttered at his arms and legs, but he felt no pain. Only freedom. Joy. His eyes widened with disbelief as he floated higher, drifting effortlessly around the room.