Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

book 2 chp: 13

Suna couldn't sleep. He was tossing and turning in the (F/C) sheets of (M/N)'s room. His smell was slowly slipping away, and it pained Suna. Osamu and Atsumu both told him it would be okay, that it would be best to get over the shorter male.

Suna hated that thought.

There was no way he was going to get over (M/N). There was no way he wanted to get over him. And even if he did want to, which that possibility was thrown out the moment he first saw (M/N), his heart wouldn't. He never felt this way about anyone, he never felt warmth or a sense of security. He never felt love.

So how in the hell could the Hidden Demon provide that? Simple.

The Hidden Demon feels everything, so that was proof enough that (M/N) wasn't a monster.

Suna sighed, his hand on the hoodie that belonged to his ex-lover. His fingers scrunched around it, he turned and his back was on the bed as the hoodie was over his chest.

Suna's ears twitched, he felt like he was being watched. He looked out the window, he saw nothing but the moon overhanging in the night sky. He turned his body, facing out (M/N)'s balcony window.

He watched as the leaves blew outside the balcony window, he was way too warm to get out and close the curtains. The sight was peaceful as the tree looked like it was black from how dark it was. He glanced at the clock, seeing it was a little after three thirty in the morning.

He hummed, he closed his eyes, hoping to get some sleep. For the briefest moment he felt a gust of wind, he snapped his eyes opened and sat up. The balcony door was closed but the cool air made his skin shiver with goosebumps. There was no way it wasn't opened.

"It's a bit chilly, don't you think?"

Suna jumped spinning himself to face the familiar voice. His heart beating rapidly when he saw the shorter male.

There (M/N) was sitting on his desk, legs crossed over one another. His gloved hands grabbing his ankles, the chair in front of him. A black duffel bag right next to his thigh.

He inhaled sharply, quickly getting out the warm bed. His feet were light as he wrapped his arms around (M/N). He felt him being hugged back as he took the male off of his desk.

(M/N) wrapped his legs around Suna's torso, arms over his neck. His fingers went and tangled themselves in Suna's hair as they hid their faces into each other. Suna thought the leather feeling from (M/N)'s gloves felt a bit weird.

Suna's legs felt shaky as he dropped to the ground with his hold tight on the (H/C) haired male.

(M/N) held onto him tightly, he couldn't believe this was how Suna greeted him. He expected to be punched, hurt anything that he deserved... not a hug. Not after what he did to him.

How can you not hate me? Why do you still care?

"Are you really here?" Suna asked, his voice cracking as he mumbled it into (M/N)'s hair.

"I am." He responded, his breath on Suna's neck. It was slightly quiet, as if he would ruin the mood Suna was in.

"This isn't a dream?"

"It's not."

"Pinch my arm." Suna wanted to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

So, (M/N) pinched Suna's cheek. The taller male squeaked, slapping (M/N)'s hand away. But he was more than relived. It wasn't a dream and it meant (M/N) hadn't changed.

They leaned away from each other, making eye contact with each other. Suna thought he wasn't sleeping well enough, and here (M/N) was looking worse than him.