Sasuke X Male Reader - Volume 1

Reunion Party - ☁️

The music blared as the people around him shouted along, slurring their words from the amount of alcohol they've consumed. The center of the party was of course, his best friend Naruto, he was usually the life of the party, and always knew exactly what to do to get it going. He has witnessed him turn anything into a rager, and he was always dragged along. Although this time he didn't mind, it was an annual reunion of his high school friends.

Meaning, Naruto's childhood friend, (M/N), was there. Also known as his ex-boyfriend, whom he had been trying to avoid as much as possible. It would be a good night if he didn't even know he was there, after all, he was very aware that he was there. How could he not when he had a boy draped all over him while he casually talked to Shikamaru.

He had to look away to avoid his feelings running faster than his logic, he had no right to be jealous. They broke it off mutually since they were both going separate ways, it was better for it to end than drag it on through long distance. He swallowed his drink, he stood close to the wall, away from the chaos to calm his nerves. It was barely working if he was honest. He just kept going back to (M/N) with an unnamed boy with his hands all over him.

He felt like crying, suddenly, the happy atmosphere of the party was warped into his own personal hell. He threw back more of his drink, trying to ease his mind. The music blasted in his ears, the taste of bile coated his tongue, his whole body felt sticky and uncomfortable. He wanted nothing more than to scream and run away, to hug (M/N) while he tells him everything's going to be okay. Everyone blurred together into a mesh of colors mixing with the lights, his legs feeling like jelly. An arm wrapped around his waist hoisting him up, someone whispered in his ear, but the music drowned it out.

He was being led farther from the party, he had enough strength to look up, not recognizing the face. The music died down, and the chatter lessened, a few stray conversations bounced off the walls sounding like gibberish. He was fighting to keep his eyes open, believing they were closed when he was surrounded by darkness. His back hit something soft. A bed? The weight of another person made his head whirl. With as much strength as he could muster up, he tried to push them off. He tried to steam, but his brain wasn't working with the rest of his body, nothing came out, he started to cry.

Light poured throughout the room, loud voices could be heard but it was still jumbled. Silence cut through the room, his eyes fighting to stay open, a certain obsidian haired man entered his field of vision, before everything went black.

Peeling his eyes open was already a task in itself, but trying to figure out where he was, now that was a much harder task he had to do. Aspects of the room felt familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Oh, you're awake." He quickly wiped his head towards the voice, groaning when he moved too fast. There in the doorway stood none other than (M/N).

"What happened? Why am I here?" He held his head as he was handed a glass of water and a pill, which he hesitantly took. (M/N) sat down on the bed, resting a hand on his leg, but removed it once he noticed Sasuke flinch, his smile faltering. Sasuke already missed his touch, he missed everything about him. How he always knew just how to cheer him up, or comfort him. His hugs consumed him in warmth, the kind of warmth that he was still trying to recreate. His kisses were infectious, he could kiss him all day and never get tired of it.

"I think you got drugged last night. God, I looked away for a minute and you were walking away with some guy nobody knew." Sasuke's breath hitched at the memories flooding back, his eyes darting up to his face. He was looking down at his hands as he spoke, his fists clenched. He was clearly pissed, it brought a smile to Sasuke's face. He leaned forward and rested his hand on his. (M/N) immediately relaxed, Sasuke's heart beating fast at his words. (M/N) knew he was there? And he thought he was doing such a good job of avoiding him. Did he care enough to make sure he was safe during the night?