VOID (suna)

07

you blinked at him in surprise, your mind still processing what he'd just asked you.

you didn't remember much, but would it be rude to tell him? maybe he'd done something special for you, at least you assumed that this would be his apartment. only thing you could exactly remember was his eyes.

that green-yellowish eyes that could make you feel insecure with just one look.
everything else was blurred, maybe you'd say on his lap but you weren't sure of it.

instead of an answer, you scratched the sore spot below your ear. it wasn't itchy, it was just that habit of yours expressing your nervousness. „i uhhh..." you ruffled your hair.

you still weren't sure if he wanted you to remember anything, if you'd promised him anything and he was checking if you'd keep that promise. apparently you couldn't, since there was no memory of it.

„it's fine if you don't" the boy reassured you and stood up to clean the table. you were undecided if you should help him, so you just got up as well but leaned against the table.

in your mind, you listed questions to ask him, but chose to first apologize for things that could possibly have happened.

„i'm sorry. i...didn't harass you, did i?"
saya proudly told you several times how affectionate you became once drunk. anyone was a potential victim.

the boy's gaze focused on you, eyebrows slightly raised in amusement. „not really, no" he contradicted and one could literally see the weight fall off your shoulders.

„no you didn't" he repeated, whispering to himself, almost inaudible. you just eyed him attentively, furrowing your brows. a hum escaped your throat, since you felt the urge to reassure him in any kind of way and suna was torn out of his thoughts.

he did something what seemed like doing the dishes, while you stared at your nails, dangling your legs. just now you realized that you weren't wearing anything else than the shirt. no underwear, no panties. what the fuck.

you blushed within seconds, your heart skipping several beats until you thought you'd collapse soon. why weren't you wearing anything? what happened last night?

„uhhhh..." you stuttered, voice trembling nervously. suna's looked up at you, noticing how you pressed your thighs together. it didn't take much to get that you were very uncomfortable about something.

„what happened to my pants?" you nibbled your lower lip, fiddled your fingers on the table. your eyes fixed on him, following each of his movements as he walked around the counter to lean against it.

„you peed yourself." before you realized it, your head bumped onto the table surface, sending waves of pain through your head and making the case on the table clang. you had never been so ashamed of yourself.

you'd peed yourself, in front of guy as well. in front of a hot guy. who undressed you, or maybe you'd done that yourself but that wouldn't make it any better.

„oh god" you groaned, praying to god that he would make you disappear right now. a chair was moved, and you could see suna's feet under the table. „i'm sorry" you mumbled, straightening up.

your face was as red as a tomato, but your {e/c} eyes sparkled at him just like they did yesterday. „it's nothing, i guess. you didn't pee on me at least" suna said, a slightly mocking smile on his features. his smile was attractive on an indescribable level. if possible, you blushed even more.

„but we didn't...you know...sleep with each other..." you whispered faintly, gaze fixed on the floor. „no." his tone was suddenly monotonous, your eyes met each other's and your heart skipped another beat.

„what's your name?"

you've been dying to ask him this since you've met him yesterday, one thing that you could remember clearly. many other pieces began to find their place in the puzzle, reassembling to complete your memory of yesterday.

„suna. rintarou suna." it seemed like he wasn't a friend of many words, always being quite brief about everything. „i'm y/n" you introduced yourself, yet unsure if he even wanted to know.

again, you realized that you weren't at your home, you weren't wearing your shirt and that you probably weren't even welcome here. no clue why you were here in the first place.

„i think i should leave then..." you got up and a warm breeze coming through the open window brushed by your uncovered intimate area, making you shiver. „i'll lend you some clothes" suna offered and lead you to his bedroom, the room you'd come out of earlier. „sure."

he carelessly threw boxers and some sweatpants on the bed and left right after. „your top's on the chair" he mumbled, pointing at the chair which was occupied with a pile of clothes. „thanks." didn't pee on that one, hopefully.

while tying the waist band of the pants tight, so it wouldn't slip, you took a closer look around his bedroom. you felt like a stalker, but you were simply a curious person.

individual photos framed the walls, most of them selfies with people who were perhaps his friends or family. a black jersey lay on the floor, number 10. he was probably an athlete, regarding his muscular appearance.

after four failed tries of fixing your corset top, you gave up. having it pressed against your chest to cover you, you opened the door a little. you hesitated, he already seemed pretty annoyed and he wouldn't be happier to help you with your getting ready.

but you couldn't leave if you were naked, you didn't want to keep his shirt either. „suna" you said with a normal volume, hoping that he wouldn't hear you for a moment. but unfortunately he did.

„yes, y/n?" the sound of him saying your name sent shivers down your spine, goose bumps spreading all over your bare skin. „could you help me?" you requested, clawing your corset with one hand and ruffling your hair with the other.

a few seconds later you heard his steps approaching and he turned the corner.

suna couldn't help but crack a little smile at you. sweatpants way to big, the rim of his boxers showing and your corset pressed against you chest, pushing your breasts a little.

„with what?" he asked, even though the untied corset gave a hint. „i can't do it on my own. the corset i mean..." you explained, heat rising up your neck once again.

suna remained silent while fixing your top, his soft fingertips left burning marks on your sensitive skin. „there you go" he said, retreating from you and stuffing his hands on the pockets of his own sweatpants.

„thank you." you turned around, taking a deep breath to check whether it was too tight but it fit perfectly. „looks good on you" suna complimented you and your eyes widened. your ears must've had the shade of magenta red by now.

„th-thank you." you were eager to compliment him too but you couldn't think of anything. the corners of his mouth twitched, indicating a smile.

„why are you blushing all the time?"

that comment hit you with so much force, you'd almost stumbled back and died from a heart attack. „you know, it would help a lot if you wouldn't bring it up..." you mumbled, face hidden in your hands. „asshole."