just a bit infatuated.
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Uchiha Sasuke & Haruno Sakura
Prompt: 11. addiction
Word Count: 675
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Notes: Written for 30 passions.
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Sasuke sat awkwardly on the couch, staring at a picture of Sakura. It was his day off, and was supposed to be her day off as well, but Tsunade had needed her at the hospital. As usual. His face was clouded over as he continued to stare at the picture of his girlfriend.
She’d only left two hours ago.
It was getting worse recently. She was like a drug- he needed to see her constantly. To be near her. To be with her. He shook his head as he set the picture down on the coffee table. She’d be him in- 9 hours. He could live until then.
The apartment they lived in together was small and simple. There were traces of them, subtle hints of a life together. A stray bra there, a shirt with the unmistakable Uchiha emblem there, and then some. Sasuke strode into the kitchen purposefully, fully intending to not think about his pink haired lover until she got home.
But it was as impossible as anything. Hints of her were everywhere, and his mind strayed back to her before long. He sighed. It was going to be a long day.
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Sasuke stormed through the streets of Konoha. Another three hours had passed, and his desire to see Sakura had not decreased at all. He passed by a small boy, who upon seeing the ‘scary man!’, had immediately scrambled to his mother’s side, who in turn paused to glare at the man- but he was already ways away.
He knew Naruto would be at Ichiraku. He always was, at this time of day.
“Dobe.”
“Eh? Teme?” The blonde twisted his head around to look at his best friend. “Aren’t you spending the day with Sakura-chan?”
Punch.
“SHIT!” he cursed, rubbing his head. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?”
But the Uchiha was gone again, his bright genius mind spinning. She really was like a drug to him, because no matter how much he denied it, he was addicted to her. Not infatuated, as he often preferred to put it but seriously addicted.
He hated it. It was more than a bit of a handicap. It was really troublesome, having to be near her all the damn time. He stopped abruptly in his tracks when he realized where his feet had taken him. The hospital. Damn.
He turned to leave, but the sight of a cherry blossom tree halted him in his steps. Since he was already so close, it really would be stupid not to just stop by and say a quick hello...just a quick greeting...And he was past the doubly sliding doors of the hospital, moving swiftly towards a room he visited too often.
She’d by mad, maybe. She didn’t like it when he interrupted her work, but surprises were always nice. At least, that was what he told himself as he marched to her second floor office, determined not to succumb to his slight, very slight addiction to the pinkette, and to only offer a hello before departing.
In his hurried state, he promptly forgot to knock on the door that was clearly marked ‘do not disturb’ in big, bold letters. He rushed into the room, excited to see her again after five excruciatingly long hours away from her-
His mouth dropped into a slight ‘o’ shape when she turned and let out a shriek, the shirt she was holding in front of her (almost) naked torso.
“Sasuke-kun?” she hissed out, picking up the fallen shirt. “What are you doing here?”
He should’ve been at least a bit afraid of her murderous aura, but only smirked at the girl in front of him. She pressed on with a questioning look that was quickly replaced by a rather undignified squeak when he abandoned his post by the door to pink her to the wall.
His smirk only deepened when he saw her slightly flushed face, before smashing his lips onto her.
And he decided that maybe this addiction (or infatuation, as he often liked to put it), wasn’t so bad, after all.
Characters: Uchiha Sasuke & Haruno Sakura
Prompt: 11. addiction
Word Count: 675
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Notes: Written for 30 passions.
-
Sasuke sat awkwardly on the couch, staring at a picture of Sakura. It was his day off, and was supposed to be her day off as well, but Tsunade had needed her at the hospital. As usual. His face was clouded over as he continued to stare at the picture of his girlfriend.
She’d only left two hours ago.
It was getting worse recently. She was like a drug- he needed to see her constantly. To be near her. To be with her. He shook his head as he set the picture down on the coffee table. She’d be him in- 9 hours. He could live until then.
The apartment they lived in together was small and simple. There were traces of them, subtle hints of a life together. A stray bra there, a shirt with the unmistakable Uchiha emblem there, and then some. Sasuke strode into the kitchen purposefully, fully intending to not think about his pink haired lover until she got home.
But it was as impossible as anything. Hints of her were everywhere, and his mind strayed back to her before long. He sighed. It was going to be a long day.
-
Sasuke stormed through the streets of Konoha. Another three hours had passed, and his desire to see Sakura had not decreased at all. He passed by a small boy, who upon seeing the ‘scary man!’, had immediately scrambled to his mother’s side, who in turn paused to glare at the man- but he was already ways away.
He knew Naruto would be at Ichiraku. He always was, at this time of day.
“Dobe.”
“Eh? Teme?” The blonde twisted his head around to look at his best friend. “Aren’t you spending the day with Sakura-chan?”
Punch.
“SHIT!” he cursed, rubbing his head. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?”
But the Uchiha was gone again, his bright genius mind spinning. She really was like a drug to him, because no matter how much he denied it, he was addicted to her. Not infatuated, as he often preferred to put it but seriously addicted.
He hated it. It was more than a bit of a handicap. It was really troublesome, having to be near her all the damn time. He stopped abruptly in his tracks when he realized where his feet had taken him. The hospital. Damn.
He turned to leave, but the sight of a cherry blossom tree halted him in his steps. Since he was already so close, it really would be stupid not to just stop by and say a quick hello...just a quick greeting...And he was past the doubly sliding doors of the hospital, moving swiftly towards a room he visited too often.
She’d by mad, maybe. She didn’t like it when he interrupted her work, but surprises were always nice. At least, that was what he told himself as he marched to her second floor office, determined not to succumb to his slight, very slight addiction to the pinkette, and to only offer a hello before departing.
In his hurried state, he promptly forgot to knock on the door that was clearly marked ‘do not disturb’ in big, bold letters. He rushed into the room, excited to see her again after five excruciatingly long hours away from her-
His mouth dropped into a slight ‘o’ shape when she turned and let out a shriek, the shirt she was holding in front of her (almost) naked torso.
“Sasuke-kun?” she hissed out, picking up the fallen shirt. “What are you doing here?”
He should’ve been at least a bit afraid of her murderous aura, but only smirked at the girl in front of him. She pressed on with a questioning look that was quickly replaced by a rather undignified squeak when he abandoned his post by the door to pink her to the wall.
His smirk only deepened when he saw her slightly flushed face, before smashing his lips onto her.
And he decided that maybe this addiction (or infatuation, as he often liked to put it), wasn’t so bad, after all.