how many times had it been now?
three? four?
sakura could swear this was their fifth time ending up in detention together.
———— again.
and it wasn’t like she did anything bad, or remotely worthy of spending her afternoon trapped in the stuffy classroom ( not this time, anyway.) she just HAD to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
five consecutive times now.
…that blonde idiot.
sakura heaved a sigh, leaning back on her chair with exaggerated movement. maybe if there had been other people amongst them, then she wouldn’t have been feeling so damn restless. some company, other than naruto, would be better than this. maybe if ino were here, she would actually be enjoying herself right now.
but she wasn’t, and sakura was stuck seething to nobody but herself. apple-green eyes shot a look to the left, where naruto was seated. there was considerable width between them, a few desks with chairs, and up the front of the classroom was the teacher, their supervisor for the day. but that didn’t mean she couldn’t look at him, right?
catching his gaze, she tried to conjure up the meanest glare she could, something that promisedDEATH in the near future.
- - - ❀ this is all your fault, she mouthed.
❝ Ugh ! ❞ he gave his chemistry book a
distasteful glare before shutting it. HARD, &
lounging back on his chair. Why all those
stupid elements always got mixed up in his
head, he didn't know.
He was in detention, & that didn’t bother him as
much as it should have. He was USED to it.
He always got his daily dose of fun before
walking into the “room of confinement” & he
didn’t mind it much, apart from the fact that they
had to stay silent at all times. & do their home
work. & occasionally have to skip practice &
take the HEAT from the coach. But it wasn’t
horrible after you got used to it, especially if
you could not not stop pulling pranks.
Azure optics slid sideways to meet the roseate’s,
stiffening upon noticing her countenance. It wasn’t
the first time they had spent DETENTION together,
& he had long given up on trying to talk lest their
supervisor extend his stay. He was sane enough.
Tanned lips curved into defiant pout, arms
crossing before him as a he returned the
glare, even though he knew his was way
WEAKER than her’s. He was too confused
to gather enough rage, he reasoned with
himself, before suddenly SNAPPING &
making exaggerated hand motions, angrily
mouthing vocables that almost spilled out
too loudly.
❝ My fault ? What the HELL
