Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

book 2 chp: 10

(M/N) sat on the ledge of his balcony, lighting a cigarette. It was another sleepless night for the male, but, he concluded it would continue to be sleepless nights. His eye bags were dark, they were puffy from lack of sleep, his normal (E/C) had red around it.

Smoke filled his lungs and left just as quick. He never took the cigarette out of his mouth with that action. He checked the time on his phone, 2:43am.

"It's almost time to meet someone." He mumbled to the thin air.

He stood on his balcony, his mind blank.

He his arms extended out to his side, his palms facing downwards. He sighed, leaning forward as he fell off the balcony on the fifth floor.

When Suna and Atsumu snuck in through his room, he didn't have his balcony, that's because when he leaves on missions he presses a button and his balcony disappears into the wall.

The wind pushed back his (H/C) hair, shivering slightly at the cool air that hit his skin. His eyes were closed, the sparks of the cigarette flying by his ears.

Once he felt he was near the ground, he turned his body, his hands in his sweatpants pockets. He landed on his feet, his black combat boots breaking a bit of the concrete.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth, tapping it as the ashes from the cigarette dropped on the ground, he put the cigarette back in his mouth and walked the streets.

The night was a dark blanket, barely any stars littered it with a design. (M/N) frowned -with the cigarette hanging loosely between his teeth- that there were hardly any stars in the sky.

He walked to a forest, the same one Suna and him had that boat mission. The same one where he practically manipulated Suna into making him feel bad for accusing him of being a bad person.

Not his proudest moment. (M/N) just needed to get rid of Suna for a few minutes to get more information.

He looked at a tree, seeing the same mark he left when he hit his head. It was this area he was supposed to meet his 'accomplice' for a more pressing matter.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth, putting it over the bark that cut his head awhile back. He put the cigarette out, reaching in his pocket and grabbing a ziplock bag to put the cigarette in it. He would throw it away properly.

He put his gloved fingers on the bark, then his combat boots, hissing that he was creasing them. He began to climb up the tree, going to the same branch he lost his grip on. He walked on it, hands in his pockets, the cool air making him wish he brought a jacket. But he would have no time.

He tapped the branch, deeming it sturdy enough. He turned to where he was looking out towards the body of water. Not fond of the bleeding he got there.

"I wonder if I could find that man's sword?" He pondered out loud, he couldn't even remember what type it was.

He then back flipped off the branch, landing on the ground gracefully with no sound coming from the crunch of the leaves. (M/N) was like a ghost.

"And he sticks the landing." A monotone voice said from behind. "I'm not surprised it was you who contacted me."

(M/N) wasn't fazed to hear it, after all, it struck 3:00am exactly and because he felt a presence drawing near. (M/N) turned his body to face the taller male.

"Glad you agreed to come."

"Yes, well it was reckless and quite foolish. You hacked into my security and the computer where I was looking at documents. How in the world did you change some of the words to get my attention?"