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

Chapter 16: A Quiet Voice, A Lonely Truth

Haruto sat alone on the futon he had slowly made his own, the soft hum of the ceiling light above casting a gentle glow over the scattered blankets. His tea mug from earlier rested untouched on the floor beside him, long since cooled. For the first time that day, the shared bedroom—usually filled with shouting, snoring, or the thump of feet—was quiet. The other brothers were downstairs, their laughter drifting faintly up through the floorboards like echoes from another world.

Haruto glanced around at the signs of their presence: six blankets in varying states of disarray, Karamatsu's sunglasses forgotten on the windowsill, and a sock stuck to the wall from one of Jyushimatsu's more acrobatic mornings. Despite the mess and shared space, it all felt distant to him.

Unfamiliar.

He slowly stood and walked toward the bedroom door, pressing his hand against the thin wood. After a pause, he quietly slid it open. The hallway light spilled in as he stepped into the shadows, barefoot and silent.

Downstairs, the brothers' voices blended together in their usual chaos.

Osomatsu (laughing): I still can't believe Haruto managed to survive that rafting stunt! I mean—seriously—did you see his face?

Karamatsu (playfully): Perhaps we should plan something even more dazzling next time. Something truly unforgettable.

Jyushimatsu (excited): BASEBALL PART TWO: VOLCANO EDITION!!

Todomatsu (laughing): He totally freaked out when Nyaa looked at him. It was kinda cute though.

Choromatsu (sighing): He's not used to this kind of dynamic, okay? Just... maybe tone it down next time?

Ichimatsu (dryly): As if they ever listen.

Haruto stood just out of view, tucked behind the hallway wall. Their voices continued without change—loud, full of jokes and mischief, moving from one topic to another. None of them mentioned how he was doing. None of them asked if he was okay now. There was no concern. No reflection. Just more chaos.

Haruto slowly looked down at his feet, his chest tightening again with that familiar, hollow ache.

Haruto (whispering to himself): Do they even see me? Or am I just another joke to them...?

He leaned against the wall, his voice nearly inaudible now.

Haruto (softly): Did they ever accept me? Or are they just... abusing me for fun?

The silence that followed his question felt louder than their laughter.

He turned away from the stairs, walking quietly back into the shared bedroom. Sitting back down, he stared at the floor, his fingers twitching slightly with a faint trace of blue psychic light—light that quickly faded.

Haruto knew he couldn't keep bottling everything up. Not forever. He needed someone—just one person—who would listen without teasing, who could see beyond his forced smiles and quiet nods.

Tomorrow, he'd find her.

The one person outside the family who had shown him genuine concern. Someone who didn't treat him like a spectacle.

Haruto (whispering to himself): Tomorrow... I'll talk to Totoko. She's the only one who might actually see me.

He lay back on his futon and stared at the ceiling, his hands folded on his chest. The brothers' laughter echoed faintly through the walls, but he no longer listened. His mind was already somewhere else.

Somewhere quieter.

Somewhere safer.

End Of Chapter 16

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