𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 / 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒎𝒂 𝑲𝒐𝒛𝒖𝒎𝒆/ 𝑹𝑶𝑫 𝑺𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍

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•[Cute]•

Suna stepped onto the scale and exhaled a breath. When the numbers flashed on the screen he was happy. He's been avoiding Kita a lot, he knows that, but he's only preparing himself.

Not to mention, now that Kita isn't here he could experiment freely.

"Ninety pounds. Yes." He stepped off and shoved the scale under the bed. He skipped over to the mirror and took his sweater off. He always wore baggy clothing but his clothes now are practically swimming on him now.

He set it to the floor and examined himself. He could see his ribcage a bit. Suna rose his arms as if stretching and his ribcage became more noticable.

Suna dropped his hand and brushed his hair back. He shook his head, placing his hair back over his shoulder. It stopped to his knees. Suna had made a promise to himself to never cut his hair again. Despite it being too long he won't.

However he's thinking of a different style. Suna went to the bed and pulled out a metal box. It's pink and yellow. He opens it, taking out a few scrunchies.

Suna went to the bathroom and grabbed a brush, a comb and his hair oil. He went back to the room, taking a seat on the floor in front of the body mirror.

Suna sat there and did his hair in different styles. Pony tail, braid, he even did a little bun. However he didn't like them. Suna exhaled, brushing his hair out.

Then he tried pigtails. He took out a few strands and finger curled them. Suna gazed at himself and blushed.

"So cool." He couldn't believe how much it changed his features. Even slightly. Suna got up and went to the box, taking out makeup.

It was only a little since he's gotten cautious after Sam caught him. Suna took a seat and did his makeup happily.

He's not that good but he's learning what he can. Suna studied himself and smiled. He grabbed eyeliner and frowned.

"This is going to be so hard." Suna sighed and tried a wing. He was careful not to poke himself in the eye. Suna took his time with both his eyes and was able to finish twenty minutes later.

He gazed at himself, almost as if hypnotized with himself. The pink blush on his cheeks and nose, the perfect outline on his eyes.

"Hey Kita, what kind of girls are you into?"

"Where'd that question come from?"

"It's just that I've never seen you with a girl you know. Maybe I could help you score with one or two girls if you tell me your type I could find someone for you."

"Um...I guess skinny girls with long hair and freckles. I like smart girls too, and shy ones because that means they wouldn't want to be in the public eye."

"What is she's not a virgin?"

"I don't...think that matters."

"Tattoos?"

"No tattoos. It'll take over their soft skin."

"Hmm... what about glasses or braces?"

"Accountable."

"I see I see. So basically a church girl."

Suna glanced at his tattoos. He held back his tears and popped open the mascara cap, dabbing little freckles onto his cheek and nose.

Suna grabbed his black sweater and pulled it over his head, careful not to mess his makeup.

He gathered everything up and placed them back where he got it. Before he closed the box he spotted lipgloss. He picked it up and closed the box, setting it under the bed.