miss perfect | suna x oc

morning after

{third person}
tw - toxic behavior

"ughhhh." chou groaned as she rolled over in bed, sunlight hitting directly on her face. 'why are the blinds still open.' chou thought to herself as she rubbed her temples due to the nasty headache she had. she looked over to her nightstand to see her clock presenting the numbers 9:57 am.

'...what?' one final question coming to her mind before she shot up in her bed. last nights events came rushing into her head. a montage of scrambled memories. drinks, weed, and hands where they shouldn't have been.

"ohhh." she groaned rubbing her eyes harshly, full of regret. she sighed as she was regaining her consciousness. what happened last night still coming in waves. the last wave almost knocking the wind out of her.

"just stay."

the words slapped her in the face.
"oh my god." she whispered to herself. "SUNA?!" she yelled and turned her head to the other side of her bed. a giant relief hitting her when she looked over to see no one in her bed.

the relief being crushed about .5 seconds later when the door roughly swung open and hit the wall. revealing suna with a terrified look on his face. "WHAT?" he said with concern in his voice. "... you look like shit." he said after seeing chou in the bed and not dying, despite sounding like she was. suna had ran to chou's room after hearing her yell like a maniac.

chou returned the terrified look upon glancing over to see suna standing in her doorway. wearing boxer briefs that left practically nothing to the imagination. she lit up fire truck red as she grabbed one of her pillows and blocked him from her view. "SUNA WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?! WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!" chou started to yell, not knowing what else to do.

"you said stay." he said in the most nonchalant way. shrugging his shoulders and cocking his head to the side as he leaned against the door frame.

chou slowly lowered the pillow from her face to meet his eyes with a bewildered expression still plastered on her face. "okay... but why are you not wearing clothes?" chou returned.

"oh shit sorry." suna said, looking down like he had forgotten he was practically naked. "i always sleep in just boxers. it's also hot as fuck in this house." he said, acting like last night hadn't happened. more so as if it didn't really phase him, making chou slightly irritated.

"well o—" she began to say until a wave of nausea hit her. standing up from the bed she sprinted over to her bathroom.

"what are you doing..?" suna said walking toward the bathroom where she had ran. realization hitting him as he heard her retch.
"ohhh...you know it's not very nice to throw up after seeing me." he said as he jogged into the bathroom, seeing her bent over the toilet. he yanked up her hair in one hand and pulled it back very roughly. the combination of throwing up and the yank making her groan in pain.
"ahh i didn't know you were into hair pulling??" he said mocking her as she continued to throw up.

"you... yanked it hard... fuckwad." chou said in between gags. suna lightly pulled her head with the hand he had tangled in her hair again, just to spite her. "suna." she snapped in a threatening voice.

suna leaned down next to her. "you must not like it rough... i'll be gentle then." he said with a shit eating grin. making chou slightly redden. earning a small string of laughs from suna. he was amused by how she could go from the temptress she was last night to a red mess.