[maybe trigger warning for abstract talk of self-injury?]

[imwithdobe]

[If he'd had his way, he wouldn't have signed up for art at all, but he was outnumbered; all of his doctors agreed it would be a good idea for Itachi to be able to keep a close eye on him, so art it was. First period. Of course.

Not that he couldn't draw, but it was never his thing. The fact that he smashed his instrument six months ago and the

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[Sai has taken his usual spot in the back corner of class. He prefers it here, it means he can observe everyone else in class. Also, being Art, he doesn't need much in way of instruction anyway, and Itachi-sensei usually just leaves him to do whatever he wants. ]

[Today though, instead of working on his drawing, something else has grabbed his attention- A new boy, also sat at the back of the class room.]

[So Sai just sits there, staring at him. :|]

[imwithdobe]

[The sensation of eyes on his back hasn't been a sign that Sasuke's actually being stared at for a long time. It takes longer than it should for him to finally turn around, eyes narrowing at the boy on the other side of the classroom.

Casually, and a little slowly--the medication is seeping into his brain, fuzzing everything over and making him sleepy--he flips the guy the bird from under the table and hunches over again, setting his pencil to paper.]

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... [What an amusing reaction. The glare only encourages Sai to put on one of his beaming smiles in return.

Opening his eyes again, he realises he no longer has Sasuke's attention, so goes back to simply watching him.]

[imwithdobe]

[He can't ignore the prickling sensation of being stared at, not when the paranoia is being drowned out by sedatives. He turns around again--somewhere in the back of his mind, there's the thought he'd like to smack the smile off the guy's face.]

Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to stare.

[imwithteme]

[Naruto can never make a simple entrance-- he's heard he's not the only new kid in school, but that doesn't bother him.

Kicking the door open, he takes a look around the class. Art is supposed to be something he's good at. Well, at least that's what they say. 'Oh, this is a great picutre of a fish Naruto!' He'd even given it wings-- no, fins. They looked like wings.

It didn't really matter, because one glance around the room was all it took to sway his attentions.]

Sasuke!?

[imwithdobe]

[Normally, he would have startled, possibly right out of his seat--maybe started screaming, or attempted to attack the source of the sudden noise.

Sasuke doesn't deal well with loud banging.

But the sedative keeps him in a fog, and all he can do is glance up dully, panic tugging at the edges of his mind but never quite taking over. His breathing stays slow, deep.

That face--

He hasn't seen it in a long time, but he would recognize it anywhere.

There's an odd, dulled tightening sensation in his chest, and he sinks further into his chair, unsure if he wants to be noticed. Naruto decides for him, calling his name--the corner of his lip pulls up.]

Shut up. You're disrupting class.

[imwithteme]

[It's been a really long time, and there's no way that disrupting the class is going to deter him from talking to Sasuke.

He doesn't bother closing the door, but wanders over to Sasuke's desk, dumping his bag down beside the desk in front of the Uchiha's, instantly turning the chair around to face Sasuke.]

Yeah but there ain't anythin' to disturb.

[imwithdobe]

[A thousand thoughts flit through Sasuke's mind, shadowed, as though he's staring at them through dirty glass. Does he know? No. Why would he. Can he tell--no, he's not a fucking mind reader, you paranoid shit--and you're supposed to be stopping with the negative self-talk. Fuck it.

He glares stubbornly at the paper, drawing nonsense shapes and ignoring the sedated anxiety creeping up his throat.]

Fuck off.