Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

chp: 45

(M/N) decided to attack first. He felt bored of doing the same thing, and his movements caught them off guard.

(M/N) had ran at them and jumped in the air, both attempting to block his split kick. Their backs hit the wall, their eyes shocked.

"What the-" Myria began.

"Fuck..." Mikoton finished for her, "You never start first."

(M/N) shrugged and did a back hand spring away from both of their punches, "Keep them on their toes, you know?"

He quickly pulled out a kunai, spinning it between his fingers. Each second the twins were surprised, he was attacking more and more. Getting straight to the point of basically killing, they saw a hint of anger and annoyance lingering in his eyes.

"Boss seems angry." Mikoton said.

"No shit." Myria responded, "Wonder why..."

They pulled out their daggers. Both going towards (M/N). He jumped over Myria, putting his hand on her back and pushing off of her. Practically tackling Mikoton to the ground putting his kunai at Mikoton's neck. Mikoton looked visibly shocked -once more- before lifting his feet and pushing (M/N) off.

(M/N) rolled off, clutching his stomach.

"Boss seems less on guard when angry."

"Let's use that to our advantage." Myria said to her brother.

They nodded, both deciding to attack at the same time. Different than usual. (M/N) felt a hint of pride towards them.

He jumped out of the way, barely missing their daggers. One actually cutting his cheek. He landed in a squat and brought his fingers up to his cheek. Touching the blood that was slowly going down his face. He looked at his fingertips seeing the dark red.

He looked back at them and smirked, "You guys are growing. This is the first time one of you have landed a hit on me in years."

He tightened the wrapping on his hands with his teeth, "Let's get serious."

"Right."

They chased after him as (M/N) darted left and right around the hall. Myria caught up to him first, ready to grab his shirt and pull him back. He predicted it and ran a few feet up the wall and flipped off of it, kicking her back. He moved his head to dodge the fist from Mikoton coming at him.

Suna's ears twitched at hearing movement. He kept his eyes to the ground, it hurt to move his body. He flexed his fingers as they touched the rope binding his wrists to the chair.

"Did you hear that?" He hoarsely whispered, his throat dry.

Atsumu turned towards his direction, eyes going over how beat up Suna was. Suna had gotten the brute of the beating, there was blood around his chair. Atsumu got lucky.

"Yes," he whispered, feeling guilt wash over since it was his idea to leave the roof, "what do you think it is?"

Suna tried to shrug his shoulders but winced at the pain, it caused more blood to drip down.

"I'm not sure..."

He just kept thinking about (M/N), Suna was so afraid to die. So afraid of not seeing the short male again, he could feel the pain in his heart and stomach just thinking about it.

"I want to see him again." Suna whispered, "So... so badly."

Atsumu closed his eyes and focused on the door, both hearing gunshots in background. Their hearts beating against their chests at the rapid movements.