[fic] Days Like This
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transient_wordsDisclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Rating: K+
Summary: Sasuke isn't really a bastard. At least, not always.
Notes:
This is pure, unadulterated fluff which I wrote after a hectic day. I actually enjoyed writing this because it’s nice or even cute to imagine these boys in a semi-domestic relationship. I haven’t written a fic like this since “Simplicity” and it was a nice change. . Of course, as I always say, all kind of feedback is appreciated. Yes, you can feed me with flames, without having to worry about me sending you spam mail. Don't be afraid of being critical.
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Once in a while, or to be utterly honest, quite often there are days, on which one feels like being knocked over the head with a hammer, having a skunk fart in one’s face and overall, everything just going fucking wrong. The cup of coffee slips from one’s hands, ruining pants and the teacup breaks falling on the floor in a clatter, the water in the shower is frigging cold – bone-chillingly cold like a block of ice – and the only food available is hard bread and crumbling cookies. Yeah, these are the sort of days that all human-beings experience at least once a month.
Naruto wasn’t different from other people, and in such, he wasn’t spared the dilemma of going through this ordeal either. Yes, he could be bratty, loud-mouthed and laugh in the face of danger as much as he wanted, but in the end, even he couldn’t escape having bad luck, once in a while.
So, when he woke up on that Wednesday, which was the worst day of the week, he, starting it in a ceremonious manner, managed to trip over a pair of sandals, he had left on the floor the previous evening. Consequently, Naruto fell, falling slowly at first, until, like Galileo wisely observed, his fall quickened in its pace, slow-motion turning into unstoppable speed and he plopped onto the floor bang bang crash, his body coming into contact with the hard, uncarpeted and not to mention, cold floor. Of course, in spite of Kyuubi, it still hurt like a bitch and he was immensely lucky that he didn’t knock any of his teeth out which he nearly believed he had – the clattering sound of a mouth landing on the floor is always cringe worthy.
“Fuck!” he yelled appropriately, immediately springing to his feet and rubbing his head, drawing not only the attention of his elderly neighbours, who were the sort of people who couldn’t even stand someone laughing too loudly, but the person sharing the bed with him. The slight rustle of blankets and creaking of the bed, made Naruto turn around and face the newly awakened Sasuke Uchiha.
“Oh…Good mood morning,” Naruto told him abashedly, still trying to alleviate the pain in his head by massaging his forehead. He knew that his answer was lame, aware that Sasuke wasn’t merely irritated, but shaking with fury.
“What the hell were you screaming for, moron?” Sasuke mumbled in a voice hoarse from sleep. Thankfully, it was only due to his not being entirely awake that Naruto wasn’t flayed on the spot or roasted like a chicken in the oven. That and he couldn’t move an inch as he belonged to that brand of people who are semi-unconscious and languid in the morning. This meant that before a cold shower, he walked around in a listless, heavy and half-dead gait, moving as if his legs were made out of stone and he was carrying a sumo wrestler on his back. Sasuke was definitely not a morning person.
Naruto looked at him, and answered offhandedly: “I just tripped; don’t get your knickers in a twist.”
Yes, yes, he knew that Sasuke was right about being bitchy and whiny for once: being torn of sleep without warning was a traumatic experience. Sasuke had been on a mission; so, it was acceptable and even understandable that he was angry and wanted to sleep longer – hell, he deserved to. Still, it didn’t mean that he had to be that mean about it: it wasn’t Naruto’s fault that the sandals had been there. Besides, he could have shown more compassion because his arse still hurt, but that wasn’t something Sasuke would do.
“Hold your tongue and leave me the fuck alone,” Sasuke replied through gritted teeth, sending him a glare that, if glares had been able to emit electric jolts, would have electrocuted him on the spot.
Of course, having revealed his displeasure to the fullest extent, Sasuke rolled his back towards him and resumed to sleep, breathing heavily. He didn’t snore, of course, because, being a bastard, he was too fine for that – Uchiha didn’t snore of course. He didn’t have anything else to do than sleep.
Naruto, on the contrary, had brats to teach, not because he was truly enthusiastic about sharing his awesome genius, but because Tsunade had insisted, insisting that taking over responsibility was something he had to learn.
Naruto didn’t really look forward to his job, understanding now why Kakashi had sometimes rolled his eyes or indulged in reading porn. Kids were monsters, especially the ones who were smartasses and believed they knew everything beforehand. In fact, it was a lot like being with Sasuke, only that kids were less merciful and gave him a headache or made him want to bash his head against a wall.
“Yeah, sleep tight, bastard while I have to do actual work. Sucker.”
With this eloquent remark, he strolled over to the bathroom, and set forth to brush his teeth, only to discover that his toothbrush was gone – again. If he had felt particularly daring and stupid, he would have used Sasuke’s, what with him being his lover and all, but the Uchiha had a penchant for detecting all sorts of details and making a fuss over them. And he instantly knew when his toothbrush had been abused – and that always resulted in an angry quarrel, not only depriving Naruto of sex for a week, but the bed as well. Yes, Sasuke was that sort of person and the couch, being springy and small, wasn’t the best place to spend the night unless one was masochistically inclined – however, even Sasuke hated that blasted thing.
Besides, Naruto was too young to suffer from backache and in his line of profession it just didn’t look good if he walked like a hunchback; it was already bad enough that he had those silly whiskers -- some of his students couldn't stop asking him whether they were real or had painted on his face.
“He’s so lucky to have me. Everyone else would’ve left, knowing his true colours,” Naruto mumbled, fiddling with the toothpaste, smearing it on his fingers and then, brushing his teeth by using his fingers. It wasn’t elegant or proper, but it got the job done. He wasn’t twelve anymore and didn’t forget to brush his teeth or wash his face anymore. It was as Sakura had once put it, nasty.
Of course, he also needed to shower and Naruto, being confident and cheerful as ever in spite of the trip, rid himself of his pyjamas and weird nightcap and stepped leisurely into the shower.
The water felt good at first, pleasantly warm; the water trickling slowly down his skin was a wonderful feeling, relaxing him. Unfortunately, piercingly cold water suddenly fell over his head, shocking him to such an extent that he yelled and banged his head against the wall – he was certain that this time even Tsunade could hear him scream.
No, this definitely wasn’t a good way to start a day, he thought, when he finished putting on his clothes and tried to shake of the chill that was still sending prickling sensations down his spine.
Naruto, huffed, and made his over to the kitchen, which was, to the horror of all proper housewives of the world, a total mess: the table was still littered with half-empty plates, cups and spoons. There was still a kettle left on the stove and in the sink, water was dripping from the tap, ticking annoyingly against the load of unwashed dishes. They had been too busy attending to other matters, in which the cleanliness of the apartment was of little or no importance at all. Normally, had Sasuke not been rendered immobile, he would have taken care of the mess because – well – no one else would have done it. At least, not properly enough according to his standards --Naruto’s method of “don’t linger, but hurry and stuff everything into the bin or kick it under the bed” just didn’t work for him and was major gripe in his eyes.
Unfortunately, on this day it happened to be of importance, because Naruto, still drowsy stepped on a broken piece of glass. Apparently, he had been a little too enthusiastic when he had pushed Sasuke against the already mentioned counter and kissed him frantically, making him drop everything he had held in his hands – and Sasuke had been holding a glass filled with water.
The noise of him swearing and shouting resounded through the entire apartment, it seemed: the “bloody shit” and “fuck” echoing throughout all of the rooms like a holleratiti in the Alps, loud enough to wake up anyone who wasn’t deaf or dead.
Of course, it didn’t take long for Naruto to hear that familiar steps of Sasuke walking towards the kitchen. He didn’t look happy at all, but ready to lunge at Naruto and ready to hit him on the head for good measure.
“You’re a fucking idiot, Naruto. What the hell has gotten into you? First you scream in the bedroom and then yell in the shower and now you’re roaring in the kitchen. “
“It’s not my friggin’ fault. Everything’s just slipping out of my hands and I keep … oh damn it,” he said angrily, his frustration not directed towards Sasuke, but the damned splinters on the floor.
Sasuke looked up at him, silently surveying the mess in the kitchen and then, catching the few spots of blood on the floor, close to Naruto’s foot; he quickly drew a conclusion and shook his head, obviously contemplating what a dimwit Naruto was.
“You’re hurt.”
Although Sasuke’s face and voice were impassive, he was glancing intently at him and Naruto knew that he was worried – whenever he was concerned, Sasuke’s lips would tighten and his eyebrows furrow, like he was preparing himself for a battle.
“Bah. It’s nothing serious. ‘Sides it heal soon.”
Sasuke wouldn’t hear of that and careful to avoid the scattered splinters of broken glass, nudged Naruto to sit down on a chair, not allowing to use his injured foot; Naruto allowed himself to be handled like this, even though it made him feel slightly awkward and not to mention, weird. He really didn’t like to be treated like a child – and Sasuke’s fretting, if it could be called that, reminded him too much of an annoyed, overworked mother, rearing six kids and maintaining the entire household at the same time. Meaning, it was blatantly obvious that he wasn’t going to spare Naruto – he was going to criticise him as always.
“You really are a dead-last,” Sasuke stated, eyeing the wound with what could only be described as concentration.
“Sasuke, you’re like a –“he started, but didn’t bother to finish the sentence; he didn’t reckon that Sasuke would appreciate being called that – he didn’t want to start a fight now, either.
He left Naruto without a word and, though he was obviously still hazy with sleep, soon came rushing back with what looked like bandages, tweezers and disinfectant solution.
Sasuke didn’t waist a minute to moisten a piece of tissue paper with the solution, sterilise the tweezers and being with the preparation, he warningly -- as if talking to a child -- said:
“I’ll disinfect it and then remove the shards. Don’t fidget.”
Naruto hated it even more when Sasuke was patronising him, treating him like an infantile moron in possession of half-a-brain. He didn’t need such a treatment and didn’t get why it was necessary, considering that his wound was already healing as his foot was itching.
“Sasuke, I’m not a kid …ouch. Stop it! ”
For someone, who aspired to be Hokage and was on his best way there, Naruto really didn’t behave very maturely at times; sometimes he could be just as childlike, bratty and stubborn like one of his students. He was aware of it, but he couldn’t stand one thing – that was enduring pain for longer than necessary This was atrocious; the disinfectant burned against his skin and he didn’t like the pulling and squeezing either.
“Sasuke, stop it. It fucking hurts.”
“Keep still… or it’ll hurt even more,” he answered, losing his patience, but keeping calm to remove the few, large splinters that were sticking out of the skin; it was lucky for Naruto that he didn’t have any more or he would had to endured the torture for even longer. Sasuke was a pain in the ass when it came to being precise.
“Shut up. It’s your own fault, anyway.”
“Isn’t it your job to take clean the mess up? Being so damned fussy about it all the time,” Naruto answered, folding his hands in front of his chest and inspecting the bandage wrapped around his left foot: it was carefully and strongly wrapped, a job well done for someone who wasn’t a nurse. Again, Naruto was tempted to say something foolish, but he forced himself to keep his mouth from moving. Sasuke, being the scornful and prissy spoilsport he was, wouldn’t have liked the compliment at all and Naruto wasn’t feeling suicidal, thank you very much.
“You didn’t give me a chance to clean up anything last night, Naruto,” Sasuke said with a roll of his eyes, briefly alluding to their activities last night – an allusion that made the blond blush faintly, disturbed by his partner’s nonchalance.
“Yeah, I know… but it was fun, wasn’t it?” Naruto asked, no longer able to restrain himself: he didn’t like it when Sasuke talked of mind-blowing sex as if were a common experience, like something that was about as expendable like a roll of toilet paper.
“Whatever,” was Sasuke’s monosyllabic reply, but coming from him, it meant “hell yeah”. He just wouldn’t be caught dead admitting it, to no one, even if it was Naruto himself.
Naruto didn’t really let Sasuke say anything more, but grabbing the lapels of his T-shirt, kissed him quickly and nearly shyly. After that, he pulled him closer, embracing him; Sasuke was warm, or at least, he felt warm at that moment. Sasuke didn’t shift or move away, but merely stood there, allowing the contact. If Naruto had felt particularly cheesy, he might have leaned against the other’s chest just to feel his heartbeat, but he didn’t feel like it – they weren’t fluff-brained softies or sentimental females, after all.
“Naruto…”
“You’re not really that much of a bastard, Sasuke. At least, not always.”
“And what you’re trying to say is…?”
“Thank you.”
And that was all he had intended to say, feeling that those simple words, as meaningless and common-place as they seemed to be, were more than sufficient. Although, he had had a shitty morning behind him, but he felt that as long as he had Sasuke by his side it wasn’t really that bad. Yes, in the end, he was a scatter-brained fool, after all – at least when it came to Sasuke. But that wasn’t quite as bad either.
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Rating: K+
Summary: Sasuke isn't really a bastard. At least, not always.
Notes:
This is pure, unadulterated fluff which I wrote after a hectic day. I actually enjoyed writing this because it’s nice or even cute to imagine these boys in a semi-domestic relationship. I haven’t written a fic like this since “Simplicity” and it was a nice change. . Of course, as I always say, all kind of feedback is appreciated. Yes, you can feed me with flames, without having to worry about me sending you spam mail. Don't be afraid of being critical.
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Once in a while, or to be utterly honest, quite often there are days, on which one feels like being knocked over the head with a hammer, having a skunk fart in one’s face and overall, everything just going fucking wrong. The cup of coffee slips from one’s hands, ruining pants and the teacup breaks falling on the floor in a clatter, the water in the shower is frigging cold – bone-chillingly cold like a block of ice – and the only food available is hard bread and crumbling cookies. Yeah, these are the sort of days that all human-beings experience at least once a month.
Naruto wasn’t different from other people, and in such, he wasn’t spared the dilemma of going through this ordeal either. Yes, he could be bratty, loud-mouthed and laugh in the face of danger as much as he wanted, but in the end, even he couldn’t escape having bad luck, once in a while.
So, when he woke up on that Wednesday, which was the worst day of the week, he, starting it in a ceremonious manner, managed to trip over a pair of sandals, he had left on the floor the previous evening. Consequently, Naruto fell, falling slowly at first, until, like Galileo wisely observed, his fall quickened in its pace, slow-motion turning into unstoppable speed and he plopped onto the floor bang bang crash, his body coming into contact with the hard, uncarpeted and not to mention, cold floor. Of course, in spite of Kyuubi, it still hurt like a bitch and he was immensely lucky that he didn’t knock any of his teeth out which he nearly believed he had – the clattering sound of a mouth landing on the floor is always cringe worthy.
“Fuck!” he yelled appropriately, immediately springing to his feet and rubbing his head, drawing not only the attention of his elderly neighbours, who were the sort of people who couldn’t even stand someone laughing too loudly, but the person sharing the bed with him. The slight rustle of blankets and creaking of the bed, made Naruto turn around and face the newly awakened Sasuke Uchiha.
“Oh…Good mood morning,” Naruto told him abashedly, still trying to alleviate the pain in his head by massaging his forehead. He knew that his answer was lame, aware that Sasuke wasn’t merely irritated, but shaking with fury.
“What the hell were you screaming for, moron?” Sasuke mumbled in a voice hoarse from sleep. Thankfully, it was only due to his not being entirely awake that Naruto wasn’t flayed on the spot or roasted like a chicken in the oven. That and he couldn’t move an inch as he belonged to that brand of people who are semi-unconscious and languid in the morning. This meant that before a cold shower, he walked around in a listless, heavy and half-dead gait, moving as if his legs were made out of stone and he was carrying a sumo wrestler on his back. Sasuke was definitely not a morning person.
Naruto looked at him, and answered offhandedly: “I just tripped; don’t get your knickers in a twist.”
Yes, yes, he knew that Sasuke was right about being bitchy and whiny for once: being torn of sleep without warning was a traumatic experience. Sasuke had been on a mission; so, it was acceptable and even understandable that he was angry and wanted to sleep longer – hell, he deserved to. Still, it didn’t mean that he had to be that mean about it: it wasn’t Naruto’s fault that the sandals had been there. Besides, he could have shown more compassion because his arse still hurt, but that wasn’t something Sasuke would do.
“Hold your tongue and leave me the fuck alone,” Sasuke replied through gritted teeth, sending him a glare that, if glares had been able to emit electric jolts, would have electrocuted him on the spot.
Of course, having revealed his displeasure to the fullest extent, Sasuke rolled his back towards him and resumed to sleep, breathing heavily. He didn’t snore, of course, because, being a bastard, he was too fine for that – Uchiha didn’t snore of course. He didn’t have anything else to do than sleep.
Naruto, on the contrary, had brats to teach, not because he was truly enthusiastic about sharing his awesome genius, but because Tsunade had insisted, insisting that taking over responsibility was something he had to learn.
Naruto didn’t really look forward to his job, understanding now why Kakashi had sometimes rolled his eyes or indulged in reading porn. Kids were monsters, especially the ones who were smartasses and believed they knew everything beforehand. In fact, it was a lot like being with Sasuke, only that kids were less merciful and gave him a headache or made him want to bash his head against a wall.
“Yeah, sleep tight, bastard while I have to do actual work. Sucker.”
With this eloquent remark, he strolled over to the bathroom, and set forth to brush his teeth, only to discover that his toothbrush was gone – again. If he had felt particularly daring and stupid, he would have used Sasuke’s, what with him being his lover and all, but the Uchiha had a penchant for detecting all sorts of details and making a fuss over them. And he instantly knew when his toothbrush had been abused – and that always resulted in an angry quarrel, not only depriving Naruto of sex for a week, but the bed as well. Yes, Sasuke was that sort of person and the couch, being springy and small, wasn’t the best place to spend the night unless one was masochistically inclined – however, even Sasuke hated that blasted thing.
Besides, Naruto was too young to suffer from backache and in his line of profession it just didn’t look good if he walked like a hunchback; it was already bad enough that he had those silly whiskers -- some of his students couldn't stop asking him whether they were real or had painted on his face.
“He’s so lucky to have me. Everyone else would’ve left, knowing his true colours,” Naruto mumbled, fiddling with the toothpaste, smearing it on his fingers and then, brushing his teeth by using his fingers. It wasn’t elegant or proper, but it got the job done. He wasn’t twelve anymore and didn’t forget to brush his teeth or wash his face anymore. It was as Sakura had once put it, nasty.
Of course, he also needed to shower and Naruto, being confident and cheerful as ever in spite of the trip, rid himself of his pyjamas and weird nightcap and stepped leisurely into the shower.
The water felt good at first, pleasantly warm; the water trickling slowly down his skin was a wonderful feeling, relaxing him. Unfortunately, piercingly cold water suddenly fell over his head, shocking him to such an extent that he yelled and banged his head against the wall – he was certain that this time even Tsunade could hear him scream.
No, this definitely wasn’t a good way to start a day, he thought, when he finished putting on his clothes and tried to shake of the chill that was still sending prickling sensations down his spine.
Naruto, huffed, and made his over to the kitchen, which was, to the horror of all proper housewives of the world, a total mess: the table was still littered with half-empty plates, cups and spoons. There was still a kettle left on the stove and in the sink, water was dripping from the tap, ticking annoyingly against the load of unwashed dishes. They had been too busy attending to other matters, in which the cleanliness of the apartment was of little or no importance at all. Normally, had Sasuke not been rendered immobile, he would have taken care of the mess because – well – no one else would have done it. At least, not properly enough according to his standards --Naruto’s method of “don’t linger, but hurry and stuff everything into the bin or kick it under the bed” just didn’t work for him and was major gripe in his eyes.
Unfortunately, on this day it happened to be of importance, because Naruto, still drowsy stepped on a broken piece of glass. Apparently, he had been a little too enthusiastic when he had pushed Sasuke against the already mentioned counter and kissed him frantically, making him drop everything he had held in his hands – and Sasuke had been holding a glass filled with water.
The noise of him swearing and shouting resounded through the entire apartment, it seemed: the “bloody shit” and “fuck” echoing throughout all of the rooms like a holleratiti in the Alps, loud enough to wake up anyone who wasn’t deaf or dead.
Of course, it didn’t take long for Naruto to hear that familiar steps of Sasuke walking towards the kitchen. He didn’t look happy at all, but ready to lunge at Naruto and ready to hit him on the head for good measure.
“You’re a fucking idiot, Naruto. What the hell has gotten into you? First you scream in the bedroom and then yell in the shower and now you’re roaring in the kitchen. “
“It’s not my friggin’ fault. Everything’s just slipping out of my hands and I keep … oh damn it,” he said angrily, his frustration not directed towards Sasuke, but the damned splinters on the floor.
Sasuke looked up at him, silently surveying the mess in the kitchen and then, catching the few spots of blood on the floor, close to Naruto’s foot; he quickly drew a conclusion and shook his head, obviously contemplating what a dimwit Naruto was.
“You’re hurt.”
Although Sasuke’s face and voice were impassive, he was glancing intently at him and Naruto knew that he was worried – whenever he was concerned, Sasuke’s lips would tighten and his eyebrows furrow, like he was preparing himself for a battle.
“Bah. It’s nothing serious. ‘Sides it heal soon.”
Sasuke wouldn’t hear of that and careful to avoid the scattered splinters of broken glass, nudged Naruto to sit down on a chair, not allowing to use his injured foot; Naruto allowed himself to be handled like this, even though it made him feel slightly awkward and not to mention, weird. He really didn’t like to be treated like a child – and Sasuke’s fretting, if it could be called that, reminded him too much of an annoyed, overworked mother, rearing six kids and maintaining the entire household at the same time. Meaning, it was blatantly obvious that he wasn’t going to spare Naruto – he was going to criticise him as always.
“You really are a dead-last,” Sasuke stated, eyeing the wound with what could only be described as concentration.
“Sasuke, you’re like a –“he started, but didn’t bother to finish the sentence; he didn’t reckon that Sasuke would appreciate being called that – he didn’t want to start a fight now, either.
He left Naruto without a word and, though he was obviously still hazy with sleep, soon came rushing back with what looked like bandages, tweezers and disinfectant solution.
Sasuke didn’t waist a minute to moisten a piece of tissue paper with the solution, sterilise the tweezers and being with the preparation, he warningly -- as if talking to a child -- said:
“I’ll disinfect it and then remove the shards. Don’t fidget.”
Naruto hated it even more when Sasuke was patronising him, treating him like an infantile moron in possession of half-a-brain. He didn’t need such a treatment and didn’t get why it was necessary, considering that his wound was already healing as his foot was itching.
“Sasuke, I’m not a kid …ouch. Stop it! ”
For someone, who aspired to be Hokage and was on his best way there, Naruto really didn’t behave very maturely at times; sometimes he could be just as childlike, bratty and stubborn like one of his students. He was aware of it, but he couldn’t stand one thing – that was enduring pain for longer than necessary This was atrocious; the disinfectant burned against his skin and he didn’t like the pulling and squeezing either.
“Sasuke, stop it. It fucking hurts.”
“Keep still… or it’ll hurt even more,” he answered, losing his patience, but keeping calm to remove the few, large splinters that were sticking out of the skin; it was lucky for Naruto that he didn’t have any more or he would had to endured the torture for even longer. Sasuke was a pain in the ass when it came to being precise.
“Shut up. It’s your own fault, anyway.”
“Isn’t it your job to take clean the mess up? Being so damned fussy about it all the time,” Naruto answered, folding his hands in front of his chest and inspecting the bandage wrapped around his left foot: it was carefully and strongly wrapped, a job well done for someone who wasn’t a nurse. Again, Naruto was tempted to say something foolish, but he forced himself to keep his mouth from moving. Sasuke, being the scornful and prissy spoilsport he was, wouldn’t have liked the compliment at all and Naruto wasn’t feeling suicidal, thank you very much.
“You didn’t give me a chance to clean up anything last night, Naruto,” Sasuke said with a roll of his eyes, briefly alluding to their activities last night – an allusion that made the blond blush faintly, disturbed by his partner’s nonchalance.
“Yeah, I know… but it was fun, wasn’t it?” Naruto asked, no longer able to restrain himself: he didn’t like it when Sasuke talked of mind-blowing sex as if were a common experience, like something that was about as expendable like a roll of toilet paper.
“Whatever,” was Sasuke’s monosyllabic reply, but coming from him, it meant “hell yeah”. He just wouldn’t be caught dead admitting it, to no one, even if it was Naruto himself.
Naruto didn’t really let Sasuke say anything more, but grabbing the lapels of his T-shirt, kissed him quickly and nearly shyly. After that, he pulled him closer, embracing him; Sasuke was warm, or at least, he felt warm at that moment. Sasuke didn’t shift or move away, but merely stood there, allowing the contact. If Naruto had felt particularly cheesy, he might have leaned against the other’s chest just to feel his heartbeat, but he didn’t feel like it – they weren’t fluff-brained softies or sentimental females, after all.
“Naruto…”
“You’re not really that much of a bastard, Sasuke. At least, not always.”
“And what you’re trying to say is…?”
“Thank you.”
And that was all he had intended to say, feeling that those simple words, as meaningless and common-place as they seemed to be, were more than sufficient. Although, he had had a shitty morning behind him, but he felt that as long as he had Sasuke by his side it wasn’t really that bad. Yes, in the end, he was a scatter-brained fool, after all – at least when it came to Sasuke. But that wasn’t quite as bad either.
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