Fics like both our hands speak for us and complicate it

“I know you can bring him back,” Osamu says, desperation raw in his voice, his fists stained red around the fabric of Atsumu’s uniform. “I’ll do anything – please, please help me.” Sakusa looks at the Atsumu on the ground and the blood smearing the tile after Osamu dragged his body behind the counter. He blinks away the image of his neighbour’s dog in the road, of being taken as a child by neighbours who begged him to revive their loved ones, not willing to understand the sacrifice in return. He’s tried so hard to get away from all of that but here is another stranger, begging for his help. “You do know if I revive him for longer than a minute, someone else has to take his place, and I can’t choose who that is," he grits out. "Are you willing to be that person?” - Sakusa can bake pies and wake the dead. He only wants to use his ability on spoiled fruit, but when his cafe is broken into by those who want his ability and Atsumu is collateral damage, he revives who he considers his most annoying customer yet.

Fics like both our hands speak for us and complicate it

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