Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

Chp: 33

~if you see any mistakes please let me know so i can correct!

(M/N) laid on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He was wearing black jeans, black shirt and a black coat over it. He heard a knock on his door.

He sat up and walked to the door, pressing his hand over the wound that has been bothering him. He dropped his hand before opening the door, he was already slipping his shoes on. Black combat boots, that were heavy but made him light on his feet.

"Finally, you take forever." (M/N) said to Suna.

Suna rolled his eyes, "Please don't make me regret bringing you."

(M/N) waved his hand, "Wouldn't dream of it." He said.

They casually walked out, (M/N) bit his bottom lip. His wound was getting uncomfortable, maybe he should've rewrapped it before anything, but it couldn't be helped now.

They told Kita they were leaving, Kita looked at (M/N) with a bit of concern.

"Are you sure you're up to it?"

(M/N) nodded, "Of course I am." Faintly getting annoyed with everyone concerning themselves over him.

They continued walking after that, not wanting to have Aran on this mission. They hopped into a car, it was late at night. They were going to arrive a few hours prior to when their shipment is usually stolen.

The car ride was quiet, the atmosphere was tense. Suna didn't take his eyes off the road, but it was like he couldn't focus.

"He's been holding out on us, you'll have to talk to him as soon as you can."

Suna took a deep breath, not now, he did not want to talk to (M/N) about it now. They're on a mission that could easily get them killed if one false movement was to be made.

They arrived at the meeting point, they got out of the car and locked it. Suna looked at (M/N).

"Ready?" He whispered.

"Always." He whispered back, scratching at the bandages that were hidden underneath his clothes.

"You damn idiot!" Suna whispered, "I knew it was a bad idea to take you."

(M/N) looked at him, glaring a bit, "It's a scratch. Don't worry about it, I can handle myself. I won't be slowing us down." He responded, going to his normal voice. Walking away, his feet hitting leaves. Hearing them crunch underneath his boots.

Suna bit the inside of his cheek, stopping the urge to yell at the male. He cursed himself, no sort of talking would get through to (M/N).

But Suna said something, mumbled in fact. (M/N) barely heard it over the slight breeze from the wind. He stopped walking, Suna walked a few steps ahead of him stopped as well. Suna turned back with a raised eyebrow.

"What did you say?" (M/N) has responded with an unknown emotion in his voice.

"Nothing." Suna said. Feeling uneasy from the feeling (M/N) was giving off. A different persona.

"No, no... you said something," (M/N) tilted his head, licking his lips as a smirk curved upwards, "I'm dying to know."

Suna straightened his back, he bit his bottom lip... should he bring up what he said? Or would that just make things worse for the him.

"I said... 'you're not really who you say you are, huh? You've been holding out on us. Especially with your fighting skills.'"

(M/N) continued to walk again, this time no signs of being uncomfortable from his wound was present. He walked past Suna without a glance.