Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

book 2 chp: 6

Kita knocked on (M/N)'s door, jiggling the handle to see if it was unlocked, he sighed when it wasn't.

"Suna, open the door."

"No thanks." He heard a muffled voice.

Kita rolled his eyes, "It's not up for debate. Open the door. That's an order."

He heard a slight movement, then some grumbling. The door clicked, Kita watched as the door opened slightly. A light smile on his face when he saw a single eye pop out, hair messy.

"Adorable." Kita teased, laughing briefly when he saw the male roll his eyes. "I have something for you."

"Not hungry."

Kita gave him a blank look, "Do you see me carrying food?"

Suna was quiet, opening the door more to let Kita in. The male walked in, looking at Suna in sweats and a white shirt. His hand tightly holding onto a (F/C) hoodie. Kita patted his head.

"It'll get better."

"But it won't heal." Suna pointed out, clutching more onto the hoodie, putting it behind him.

Kita sighed, "I have a mission for you."

"Don't want it."

"Too bad. You'll need to get your mind off of him. You're going on a mission, that's final. You'll have three days to prepare, sharpen your skills and get back into shape. You've been sulking for a thousand years."

"A month." Suna corrected.

"Same thing."

Suna rolled his eyes once more. "What's the debrief on it?"

"I'll tell you in two days. I want you focusing on getting rest and strength. After those two days, I'll tell you what you will be doing. So, take a nap or a shower and begin your alone training to get your skills back. You haven't left this room since we've been back."

Suna nodded, rubbing his eyes. He did have minor eye bags. He slept, but only little amounts each night. It was more than what (M/N) was getting. His eye bags were large and dark, very noticeable from miles away. You would have to be close to Suna to see his.

Kita ruffled the tangled hair, grimacing as it was slightly greasy from the lack of health care Suna was giving himself.

"You'll be alright. My office is always open." He then left Suna alone.

Suna yawned, lifting the hoodie to his face. Pursing his lips.

"He was gonna take you, huh?" He mumbled. "A few nights ago a male came, and by morning most of his stuff was gone. As if he didn't live here." He put the hoodie down, his eyes lazy, "I knew you were alive."

Why didn't you stay? I was so close to reaching you. My hand reached out for you but you jumped off the ledge to quickly. You caused me to grab the air, along with slipping slightly in the rain. How could you leave me in the rain? You were supposed to comfort me, you were supposed to be there for me.

He put the hoodie down, eyes lingering on it for a bit.

"Maybe you did comfort me. You did leave your hoodie here when you could've easily gotten it in out of my grasps." He mumbled to the air.

He turned his head, going to the closet, he grabbed some of his clothes he kept in the room. He walked to the nice bathroom, taking his clothes off and showering. He leaned his arm on the wall, his forehead on his arm as the hot water hit him.

His eyes blank, last time he was in here, him and (M/N) ended up being connected. It was the morning right after a huge storm, and in that moment of the storm, the male realized his true feelings for him. He closed his eyes, only thinking about him hurt him to an extent.

He removed himself from the wall, sighing as the water hit his face. His eyes still closed. He stepped back a bit, opening his eyes when the water no longer hit his face.

He grabbed the shampoo, looking at the brand and scent. He frowned.

Maybe I should've taken a shower in my room. This is his smell. His scent. The type of scent to comfort you and fill you with warmth.

He shook his head, putting some on his hand. And for the rest of the shower, he tried to ignore the pain in his heart as he washed his hair and body. He did feel better by the end when he was dry and in clean clothes. He smelled better and felt better. He felt clean.

He put on his socks and shoes, grabbing a few weapons and walking out. He went to the training room, when he walked in, heads turned his way, surprised to see him out of the room.

"Suna!" The twins ran to him, tackling him into a group hug.

"Glad to see you out." Osamu said.

"It's been a month!" Atsumu whined.

Suna patted their backs, nodding. He walked past them, but he was stopped by Aran. They made eye contact, no one said anything. Their faces blank.

"Suna-"

"Don't." He cut him off. "I don't need your apology. It means nothing to me." He walked past Aran.

He ignored the people telling them they were happy he was okay. He ignored everything. He focused on his alone training. He had a mission he needed to prepare for. He couldn't lose focus and he couldn't get mad at Aran.

In the room alone, he had time to cool down and think. He had time to break down and wish he had the short male in his arms. He knew Aran was only acting on his instincts, only doing what he thought was best. He was suspicious of the male from the very beginning, but that didn't mean he had to forgive him automatically.

He needed more time, he needed to completely cool down before he would be able to have a regular conversation with Aran like usual.

For the next five hours, Suna trained with his aim in knives, daggers, ninja stars, any type of throwing weapon. Then he practiced his aim with firing in different places. He also sparred with the twins, then Kita, it was difficult since he hadn't fought in a month. He still won though.

He practiced more, then left to eat dinner with everyone. After he ate, he went back to training until it was time for him to sleep. But since he was all sweaty, he showered for the second time that day.

And when he woke up, it was repeat. He trained until he ate lunch, trained again, ate dinner, trained more, showered and went to sleep.

Everyone was happy to see him, happy to know he was alright and doing better. But he never spoke to them. He barely even nodded. They missed Suna. They missed his voice. They missed the male so much.

It was in the middle of the night when Suna went into Kita's office. The two toned haired male had sleepy eyes, yawning when the tall male walked in.

"Finally." He mumbled sleepily, "I was waiting for you to burst in and ask about the mission so I could sleep."

Suna rolled his eyes, walking to his desk. "Just give me the information."

Kita handed him a file. There was diamond on the photo. It was locked in a clear glass cage with black outlining. The information on where it was at was right below it.

"That diamond supposedly has engravings of some information that could lead to so much death if fallen into the wrong hands." Kita began, "Around 2 o'clock people will try and break in to get it. I'm sending you there at noon to get it before them. We'll keep it safe here."

Suna nodded, stretching and leaving the office. He yawned himself, he went back to (M/N)'s room, frowning when it didn't smell like him anymore, but he crawled in the bed, setting an alarm and closing his eyes.

He fell asleep with the thoughts of (M/N), the male who stole his heart. The person who wasn't a weapon but believed he was. And starting a mission would be good for him, he couldn't wait for it.