Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

Chp: 6

Suna walked into the kitchen, (M/N) only a few steps behind him. He stuck his head out from behind Suna and looked around. It was a fairly big kitchen, he already loved the kitchen. He excitedly sighed underneath his breath, hoping no one heard. Maybe he should've paid attention to where he was going, this kitchen was high quality.

"And here's the kitchen." Suna looked at the shorter, seeing a beaming light form in the slightly brighter eyes.

"Ooh-" He smiled, "Awesome. This is great." (M/N) rubbed his chin. "Food will definitely be good from here. Yes, yes, yes..."

But his smiled dropped when he saw that everyone was just eating junk, he confusedly looked at Suna, then back to the rest of Inarizaki, "Why aren't you guys eating a proper meal?" He flatly said, hands behind his back as he was scolding them.

Suna sweat dropped, and everyone froze in their movement, slightly scared of the new shorter person. Kita walked in at the time and looked around, noticing everyone was slightly frozen. He followed their train of eyes to (M/N) and he smirked. Already getting the hint.

"They never learned how to cook." Kita stated. "And I grew tired of cooking for them."

(M/N) looked at Kita and back to them, "Idiots." He mumbled and walked to the cabinets, jumping slightly to open them up, he studied what they had, "Not bad. I'll cook dinner..." He turned and looked at them with a blank expression, "So that means I need the kitchen. So go occupy yourselves with something and I'll get started." He waved them off.

They silently nodded their heads and walked out, Suna meekly shook his head and chuckled staying at a safe distance away from the kitchen but enough to see inside.

"Well I'll be dammed, they actually listened." Kita mumbled, "I think you might be a good person to have around. And by the end of this week, I want what you know about the Deadly Dragons."

(M/N) nodded, "Yes sir." He turned back around and grabbed the ingredients, hearing that Kita left the kitchen. He needed to buy time or make up lies about his Mafia.

(M/N) released a small sigh, turning on the stove to let it heat up before slicing the vegetables. He salted the meat he was going to use, he did everything he needed to make for the dish he was serving. (F/F), because he had no clue what they wanted, so he decided to make his favorite. Besides he deserves it, after all this tiring work and mission stuff, he was tired. The day felt long. He felt sluggish.

He spent a good hour in the kitchen, before the food was finally ready, he was in his own little world that he didn't notice a few of the members glancing at him every now and then while he was cooking. One out of admiration, one out of no reason he just wanted to look, and one of out spite. Trying to find the slightest bit of wrong movement to get rid of him.

He grabbed the right amount of utensils, chopsticks and serving dishes, setting the table up, he went back to the cabinet because he needed a few more dishes, but he couldn't reach.

"Curse my shortness." He mumbled, jumping to see if he could reach, but he still couldn't.

He stopped when a hand went above him and grabbed a few more dishes setting them down on the counter. (M/N) looked up and noticed it was Suna.

"Thanks man." He darted under Suna's arms and finished setting the table up, "How did you know I was struggling?" (M/N) asked with his back towards Suna.

"Saw you struggling." He simply said, stifling a laugh.

"Stalker much." (M/N) said, dismissing the faint laugh he heard. Before Suna could respond he kept going, "Dinner's ready idiots!" (M/N) shouted out in the opened.

In a matter of seconds everyone came rushing in, ready to eat, all were starving. Everyone sat down, of course Kita was at the end, (M/N) sat in between Koda and Suna. He so far, could only tolerate those two... well besides Kita. But he wasn't here to make friends.

They each served their dishes the amount they wanted, "Thanks for the meal!" They all said and dug in.

Everyone hungrily ate it, except (M/N). He was taking his sweet time, not noticing the stares he was getting. He looked up, still chewing, he cheeks puffed out slightly.

"What?" He asked, semi-muffled due to the food, everyone cooed at him.

"You're so good at cooking!" Atsumu praised.

"Can you teach me?" Osamu asked, practically beaming.

"You never wanted to learn before." Kita said, wiping his mouth from crumbs.

"Didn't care to. But (M/N) can cook very good." Osamu responded nonchalantly

(M/N) accepted the compliments, rather shyly and a small blush was on his cheeks. He never really received praised. He was ignoring the look Kita was giving Osamu and the begging to learn to cook from him.

"How did you learn to cook?" Aran eyed him.

(M/N) finished his water, "Oh, that? Well before I was left on my own, my mother used to teach me how to cook... well not really since I was really young, I would just hang out in the kitchen. But she always said 'Follow the ingredients and add your own twist, that's how you make it special.' So I lived by that and eventually, cooking became a second nature. Cooking three meals a day for me." (M/N) smiled slightly, he wasn't completely lying.

"And your father?" Kita asked, curiously.

(M/N)'s smile dropped, "Never really knew him. He was gone before I could crawl. Which is why I don't know my last name, my mother kept it hidden from me... or maybe not, then again my only memory is being in the kitchen with her, maybe a few others but I can't seem to remember those.... and her death." (M/N) dryly chuckled, wanting out of this conversation, "Anyways..." He trailed, "I'll be in my room. Someone can come and get me and I'll clean up my mess." He stood up and began walking away.

"We will clean it, it's the least we could do." Kita said.

(M/N) stopped, he smiled slightly and nodded his thanks. Continuing to his room, hoping he remembered where it was.