Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

chp: 48

Suna would not stop clinging onto (M/N). Atsumu had to pry his hand off in order for the shorter male to get out of the car and get Suna. Once (M/N) had his hand on Suna, there it was, the tight hold. Suna couldn't let go, he wouldn't.

He needed to be comforted by (M/N), he didn't like to be away from him for far too long. But, he could barely hold on, he was in so much pain.

His focus was slipping. His vision was beginning to blur and he was so, so, so tired. As he felt (M/N) have an arm around his waist and the other holding onto his hand that was resting against his shoulder, he nodded off. His feet wouldn't pick up anymore, the deadly male was practically dragging him.

(M/N) kicked the door open, "Stay with me Rin. Alright? If you stay alive we can do whatever you want, okay?"

(M/N) made eye contact with Kita who was rushing to their side, along with many of the other people that (M/N) never bothered to associate with. They all watched with a bit of panic, Suna was their strongest, and here he was, playing chess with death.

Trickles of blood followed their every step, and yet, Suna couldn't feel a thing. Well, he could feel one thing...

...the male that is so desperately holding onto him. Rushing to get him to their infirmary ward so he could be better. He only felt (M/N), and that was good enough for him to know he was still alive, still living.

He only ever existed, and then he showed up, he brought a new light, he effortlessly broke down Suna's walls, he became the whole reason why Suna became happy and motivated.

Too bad it won't last long.

"...rō...
...tarō...
...ntarō...
...RIN!"

Suna blinked and stiffly turned his head. Looking directly into (M/N)'s eyes. Even when his strength was decreasing and his eyes hazed over with passing out, he could still memorize the tiny details on (M/N)'s face.

The little scar that he hadn't seen before, it was a bit under his hair. Most likely from the boat mission when -at least what Suna thinks- he was ambushed. He retraces the little lines under (M/N)'s eyes that rounded his eye bags. He could see the faintest of light reflecting from his captivating pool of (E/C), only the light would shine for just Suna. No one else. He leaned his chin on (M/N)'s shoulder as he looked at his lips. He saw a few cracks from being chapped, but they were still the soft lips he yearned to kiss again.

He yearned for the male. He wanted the male. He needed the male.

He blinked once more when (M/N) waved his hand in front of Suna. Unlike usual from Suna's moment of absenteeism, where he wouldn't listen to anyone, (M/N) did not give him a reassuring smile. In fact, (M/N) gave him such a pained smile that slowly tugged down and he frowned. He couldn't uphold a smile for the sake of Suna.

Slowly, Suna began to panic. What was going on? He couldn't remember, he couldn't feel. All he knew was that he was in pain at some point and that he can no longer feel it. In fact, it was getting harder to fight the peace that was just at the brush of his fingertips. Everything was so blurry, everything was so tiring.

"Rin," he suddenly heard, eyes focusing back onto the blurry person in front of him, "I know you're hurting. I know. But please, focus on my voice and listen, please stay with me." He felt warm hands cup his face, he felt his fingers tightened their hold on whatever he was clinging onto, "That's right. Keep doing that. You're doing great." The blurry person began to refocus and he saw (M/N) looking at him.

"Angel?"

"Mhm," he hummed, "I'm right here. I'll stay right here, but I need you to let go for a second."