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Oh yes, Deidara hated Itachi Uchiha. Hated his quietly proud demeanor, his disrespect for Deidara’s art, his entire aura and being.
But he would admit he found him…attractive. You can think that your arch rival, who you have sworn to kill, is attractive, right? That’s completely normal. It happens all the time.
But the touches drove Deidara insane. Of course, Leader-sama didn’t put them on many missions together. That was a problem just waiting to explode. But whenever they did go on missions, he was always so lightly handsy - pulling on Deidara’s sleeve, tapping his arm or hand to indicate he wanted his attention, and suspiciously willing to help Deidara heal his cuts and burns. Deidara hadn’t really been handled softly for a good portion of his life, and the light touches sent such shamefully pleasant chills up and down his spine.
“I don’t want you to be useless,” was his excuse when Deidara questioned why the hell he helped Deidara patch himself up. “When we’re together on missions…we tend to be violent, conspicuous. For a ninja, that’s nothing but trouble. The last thing I need is for you to be captured because you can’t properly patch yourself up or reach a cut.”
“Hmph,” was Deidara’s reply, turning his head and crossing his arms as Itachi had made his way out the room, presumably to patch himself up and/or take a shower. Staring at his retreating back, he waited until he was a good distance away - around the corner of the doorway - before he muttered, “For the thrill of your touch I will shamefully lust…as you tell me we’re nothing but trouble.”
