Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

Chp:17

Both boys snapped their heads to the voice. They saw Kita and a girl. This girl was unfamiliar to (M/N), but he felt Suna stiffen above him.

"Do you know her?" (M/N) asked.

Suna slowly looked at him, and nodded. "She's... uh well, she's my girlfriend."

"Pfft~ and she's seeing you on top of me. She must be surprised." (M/N) cackled, being amused by this.

"Shut it Angel." He growled.

"Oh, would your girlfriend like you calling me that? I don't think she would be too thrilled."

"She can't control me." He bluntly said with lazy eyes.

"Did you forget we were here?" Kita sighed, rubbing his forehead. He was amused as well, but the girl next to him was giving him a major headache.

Suna looked back over, a small coat of red appeared on his face. Luckily it wasn't noticed.

"No sir, we didn't."

"Then why are you still on top of that... that thing." An annoying female voice said, scrunching her nose in disgust at the smaller male.

Suna opened his mouth to respond, to stand up for (M/N), but winced instead. (M/N) had shoved Suna off of him like he was a feather. (M/N)'s playful attitude immediately disappeared. He dusted himself off.

He looked at the female, "Oh? Thing? I rather like that little form of introduction to me. It's amusing that you think your opinion matters." He faked a smile, sending a few shivers down all three of their spines, the female now feeling on edge, "This thing has a name bitch. And you don't deserve to know it." He chuckled, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be off. Enjoy your girlfriend Cowlick, because I know for sure she's not enjoying you at the moment."

And he walked off the rink right past Kita and the girl. Not bothering to learn her name. He glanced at her, she was already looking at him with a death stare. (M/N) only smirked. He saluted her and slammed the door behind him. She jumped.

He already hated her. She already hated him. Her annoying little voice, her attitude, calling him a thing? What a joke.

He walked to his room, and closed the door. He went to the desk he put inside his room and brought out his secret journal and began writing casually. He hasn't gotten much information yet, but then again, it's been about a few hours since he got done talking to Jay.

He closed his journal, tapping the pencil to his chin.

"What to write? What to write?" He mumbled.

He sighed and put it away, he went to his bathroom and hopped in the shower instead.

His arm rested on the wall as he was thinking as the water was hitting against him. His thoughts ignored the unwanted female that randomly showed up.

"A girlfriend huh?" He chuckled quietly, a little sad, for two reasons.

One, that Suna flirted, or at least he thought he flirted, and has a girlfriend. Which he would've liked to know about.

Two, Suna... he thought they had something, a small spark every now and then. His heart was always beating rapidly...

Was it just me?

He removed his arm from the wall and looked up, the water now hitting his neck and trailing downwards. The warm water was a sense of comfort. Like a small hug he needed.

He shook his head from those ridiculous thoughts and finally began his shower. Washing his hair, his body and his mind. Clearing the filth on his outer appearance and his inner thoughts.

After about 20 or so minutes, he finally stepped out, he dried himself and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked out of his bathroom and to his overly large closet.

Not that there were many clothes in there to begin with, he basically wore the same thing every day.

He rummaged through his closest. Looking for a specific hoodie and sweats, his go-to outfit. His most comfortable outfit.

A (F/C) hoodie with his favorite brand/logo on it, it was a bit oversized, but who doesn't like anything bigger than them? That's what made it comfortable. His sweats were gray, just plain grey, they hugged his legs nicely. He could always feel some type of warmth with them.

But he just couldn't find them.

His towel slipped slightly, but he pulled it back up tightening it better. He walked further into his closest, looking around and throwing multiple clothes everywhere.

"Where could they possibly be? They can't be this far into my closest?"

He walked to the end of the closest, he pushed other clothes out of the way, moving hangers, whatever he could do just to find his go-to outfit.

"I swear to god if I have to wear anything else," he growled and clenched his fist, "I just want to eat in comfortable clothing. Is that too much to ask?" He whined.

He jumped slightly to look at the higher shelf, he saw a glimpse of his sweat pants and hoodie. He ignored the fact that they were up there and immediately wanted to get them down. Knowing full well Suna was behind it.

He looked around for a ladder, nothing, "How is that in this overly large closest there's everything but a ladder?" He scoffed, then an idea popped into his mind.

He looked at the wall, and his eyes scanned his surroundings, a pole going horizontally with no clothing or hangers on that shelf. He smirked.

He ran quickly, he jumped up and put his feet on the wall. He turned and pushed himself off of the wall and stuck his hand out, grabbing the pole and swinging himself upwards- the towel flung off- and he grabbed the shelf his clothes were on. He reach with his dominant hand and was able to retrieve his favorite clothing.

He dropped down and looked in his body mirror.

"Ha! I got a nice body," he began to flex, "Oh shit- where's my towel." He finally noticed that his towel was no longer on him.

He looked around and found it, he picked it up and re-wrapped it around his waist. He walked out of his closest and headed to his drawers, grabbing a pair of boxers.

Before he put them on, a knock on his door was heard. Completely forgetting to put on clothes, he went to open it with only his towel on.