ANONYMOUS SAID: INTIMACY + 119 - sakura ( being in comfortable clothes together )
THE MORE HE STAYED IN WONDERLAND, THE MORE HE HAD SPENT HIS TIME WITH SAKURA. It was only normal. They were past teammates, and there was a lot to catch up on. If he were to tell the truth, he looked forward to seeing her whenever he could—especially when he was still in the midst of transitioning from his past job to his current. Sasuke looked forward to seeing the familiar tuft of pink walk by his window and stop at his door.
He actually still doesn’t know what type of relationship they had but he didn’t mind. He let it be. He let it be to the point where she was welcomed to stay some nights—especially after talking (or not) the whole night.
It was the same with with today. With summer vacation in play and not a lot of emergencies in the hospital; Sasuke was free and Sakura was on-call. Both were on the couch watching some mindless movie while they were comfortable. Usually, he didn’t dream of giving other people his clothes but Sakura was different. So different that he had let her rest her feet on his lap as she wore one of his favorite shirts. They were comfortable. Because they were neighbors and friends. Not because he liked her in a way he never liked anyone else. They were friends, just friends.
Sasuke had to tell himself that. And sometimes it worked.
❝ This movie doesn’t make sense. How can you like it? ❞
Sasuke complained as he dipped his hand in a bowl of popcorn.
❝ Look. That’s not possible, even with ninjas like us. ❞
Even though Sasuke complained, he wouldn’t ever say no to whatever Sakura picked.
PUMPKINSATMIDNIGHT SAID: Intimacy+random ( having a philosophical discussion )
SASUKE WAS STRAIGHTFORWARD IN WORDS—HE MEANT WHAT HE SAID, AND SAID WHAT HE MEANT. Though, sometimes, he couldn’t help but delve into philosophical questions. It was a way for him to sharpen his mind while still having some form of conversation. And what better way to have said conversation than a princess.
Or that’s what he had heard about her. Cinderella was—no, is—a princess. Sasuke didn’t really delve much into royalty but he had known of some. Never really met as he was considered a threat. But, Cinderella didn’t have to learn about his past self. Actually, would she still accept him if she had learned of him? Nevertheless, he sips his tea in silence as princess pours one for her. He had never talked to royalty like this. The most interaction he had ever had with “royalty” (if Sasuke could even call the five-kage or Kaguya Otsutsuki) that: he had fought with them all. Attempted quite...a feat. But, again, Cinderella didn’t need to know that.
❝ I’ve never believed in fate. ❞
Sasuke started their conversation again.
❝ It’s just another way of minimizing human attributes to nothing but a spec in the universe. ❞
It was ironic since he had done nothing but tempt fate multiple times—even going as far as fighting it.
HE DOESN’T SEE THE BOY MUCH EVER SINCE HE HAD BEEN TRANSITIONING AND MOVING AROUND IN HIS OWN LIFE. But, when there was a small chance of break in his busy life, Sasuke would walk through the forests of Wonderland.
He had met quite a few interesting people in the forests—one of them was the boy. He lives here, a fae (sprite?) last time Sasuke remembered. He doesn’t know much about myths nor fairy tales so he couldn’t really come to a conclusion if what the boy was saying was a lie. Not that he saw any reason why Darra would lie to an outsider. But, he looked the type: a boy ready for mischief. He reminded Sasuke of another boy ready for mischief—a certain sunshine blond.
Sasuke looked up at the sky letting his eyes glance at the clouds passing by as the boy joined him. He once asked about his eyes—wondering if it was real. It was mostly what stood out when they had first met. He remembered not really telling him about it and skirting around the question. Like Sasuke always did. But now, those same mismatched eyes are watching the clouds roll by with the fae.
❝ I can’t remember the last time I had watched the clouds like this. ❞
Sasuke admitted, fumbling with the grass below him.
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1 watching tv/movies together
2 going to an event together ( like a carnival, festival, etc. )
Time surely passed by quickly, as quickly as the seasons changed. Without even waiting long for it, Sasuke had realized it was today—Itachi’s birthday. How long has it been since they’ve seen each other last? It was on their last fight, no? No; it was on the battlefield. Itachi was there, moving through the trees. Only, it wasn’t Itachi. Or maybe it was. It had been so long that Sasuke forgot Itachi had an ounce of humanity in him prior to finding out the truth about the Uchiha clan and Konohagakure.
Sasuke didn’t have many pleasant memories of his brother, and those that were pleasant were cherished and guarded well in his heart. Even now, Sasuke had a habit of using the forehead tap on someone else, the same one Itachi would use on him when he apologized and told him “Next time.” A small smile graces the remaining Uchiha’s lips as he remembers all the times that would occur. Far too many.
He moves from the couch to the dining room table, drumming his fingers against the simple wooden table. He’s restless during this day. There’s always so much to say, yet not enough time nor space.
He moves again, but only to get a piece of paper and a pen, before moving back to the dining room table. He sits, tapping the pen on his hand against the wood this time. It must’ve bothered his cat because he had heard a rather impatient meow. The cat took after him, Sasuke noticed. Sasuke wonders if Itachi would have liked Susanoo. Not like anyone hated the cat, it was a lovable pet and generally known in Wonderland by a small group of people. Not that he nor Sasuke minded. He turns to his paper again, writing his own brother’s title.
⎡ Big Brother ⎦
Sasuke wasn’t much for formalities—even Itachi knew this—but for Itachi, it was the only thing Sasuke could do to honor him. He was done trying to get revenge for and against him. Itachi didn’t want that for him anyway, that he knew well.
There was always so much to say, yet nothing would come out properly. Where should Sasuke start? From the beginning? Sasuke thinks that even a big speech from start to finish wouldn’t even be enough, yet it would be too much—even for Itachi. Itachi was busy, and he would probably get hungry before Sasuke could even finish if he was alive and well with him in Wonderland. Even Sasuke would get impatient and hungry, too. They were too alike. They both knew they weren’t that patient when it came to things, and they both excelled in talking less. They both knew actions spoke louder than words. It showed with how they moved and how they conveyed their feelings. Perhaps they got it from their father. But yet? Sasuke couldn’t help but feel like he should be wordy. It’s been a long time after all, and he was unsure of when he’d get to see to the older Uchiha’s grave again. Was Itachi worried about him?
❝ Big brother, are you wondering where I am? ❞
The young Uchiha would ask himself as he looked down on the paper with only his brother’s title decorating the blank page.
Sasuke heaves a sigh and stands up again. Perhaps he should take time to recollect his thoughts before writing. Itachi would have wanted Sasuke to do that instead of sitting here in this moment of silence trying to write something for him. Instead, Sasuke rummages through his fridge to take out some food. Itachi would have loved this more than cake itself. Or that’s what Sasuke thinks. Or maybe he’s trying to compensate for his grief by romanticizing what his brother would have wanted for his birthday.
He tries his best. That’s what he thinks and that’s what he tells himself as he shaped rice balls into triangular and circular shapes. Three of Itachi’s favorite, and three of Sasuke’s. Kelp and bonito respectively. It doesn’t look the way Sasuke had hoped, but what was he to do about it when he only has one hand to maneuver the rice with? It’s not a big deal, Sasuke tells himself—because that’s what Itachi would tell him as well. Setting the made rice balls in the fridge, he returns back to the almost blank paper resting on the table.
He hasn’t forgotten. But he also hasn’t formed the words he wants to say.
Nevertheless, he sits gingerly across from the piece of paper. Don’t think to hard about it, he tells himself because that’s what Itachi would tell him as well.
Taking the pen from the table, he taps it against the grain repeatedly—not wanting to make a mess on the pristine paper.
⎡ A lot of things have happened after the events of the war. But I’m sure you’ve already known that, you have your ways of knowing—even while you were living. How is mom and dad? I miss all of you, and I wish that we could spend this time together as family for once.
Big brother, I now know I cannot fault you for what you have done. It was the right thing to do at the time, I understand. I just wish it didn’t come to that conclusion. I just wish we could be sitting next to each other celebrating your birthday. But, it’s not the time to lament such things is it?
I’ve made your favorite. I remember it was kelp onigiri, wasn’t it? Or, so that’s what I remembered enough to make. Of course, there’s other things as well. We can’t leave it at just rice balls. But, you’d have to forgive me since everything else but the onigiri was pre-made. There’s only so much I can do alone with one hand.
Big brother. There’s so much more that I want to tell you. I’ve recently gone to a strange world and I suddenly cannot return to you. I can’t even send this letter directly to your grave. Do you miss me? Are you lonely, big brother? I’m trying my best to return home as quick as possible. But till then, next time. Right? Thank you. For everything.
-Sasuke⎦
The young man folds the letter into threes, putting it inside a golden envelope that was addressed to his brother before setting it in the middle of the table. Taking out the rice balls, the cabbage salad with cherry tomatoes and yuzu dressing, and the dango, Sasuke tries to set things up as nice as possible—feigning like it was a big party when, in reality, it was only him celebrating.
Sasuke bows his head in respect. He would clap three times if the ability to do so wasn’t being hindered by only having one arm. Nevertheless, he makes do as he lowly hums ‘Happy Birthday.’ Itachi would have wanted him to sing but he’s not much for singing anyway. Instead, Sasuke takes a minute to be in silence after humming. To honor Itachi the way he should have been honored.
❝ Thank you, Itachi. For everything. ❞
He mutters after the minute of silence was up—taking a bonito rice ball and giving cheers to the air as if Itachi was there with him doing the same thing.
“ I just saw the kitty and thought i’d say hello.” She brought the kitten up to nuzzle against her soft head as she cradled the other animal. Soft and warm. She loved how soft and warm the other being felt in her arms. “ You both seemed so peaceful and I couldn’t help thinking that i’d like some peace for myself too. It’s been so long since I had anything like it.”
Kairi was then reminded of everything she endured. All the fights. The worry. The heartless. The endless fights with the org 13 who were always on her tail looking for Sora or Riku as well. Not a bit of peace. So these past few days where things were calm and beautiful. Meant so much to her now. Especially knowing Riku was safe.
“Your demeanor reminded me of a friend.”
She said with a soft smile as she looked up at him.
“ Quiet and reserved. Animals like him too. Tho. He never believed me when I said they liked him.” She looked at the cats and she couldn’t help but giggle.
“I’m most definitely sure these two love you.”The kitten in her arms gave a lazy but cheerful meow. “ See?”
THE YOUNG MAN LISTENED TO THE OTHER’S REASONING, FINDING IT SORT OF ENDEARING IN A WAY. It begs to question if she lacked peace in her life as well. If so, how much of it is actual unrest? Sasuke nodded towards her before his attention had been taken by the cat resting near his foot. The cat liked to do that with everyone, but he doesn’t say it to her. Instead, he looks at her again as she had said that he reminded her of her own friend.
He didn’t know whether to be amused at the thought or to be sad by it. If her friend is as young as she looked, then they were way too young to have some sort of unrest in their hearts and minds. He was seven when his started, he didn’t want to think of when theirs had began to grow in fruition. Having ones heart and mind be in unrest was bad for the soul—or so they say. Had he heeded that advice earlier, Sasuke wouldn’t be atoning for what he has done even up to this day. But he digress. And as the leaves and grass danced with the wind again, he calmly sat down—turning to an empty space near him for her to rest her tired body.
❝ They only take a liking to me because I feed them. ❞
Though straight-faced, the words were meant to be lighthearted and joking. But it wasn’t that far from reality. In truth, he never really expected to be a magnet for animals. He just minded his own business and helped the creatures out whenever he could. He didn’t mean for them to take a liking to him. But it would be unwise to say he didn’t feel the same. They were the first friends he made in Wonderland, and they would continue to stay that way. At least: for the remainder of his time with them.
Sakura was purely beaming, green eyes glittering with excitement “I haven’t ridden the train yet.” She said almost quietly, excitement and nerves buzzing around in her head.
It took her a moment, being as lightly clad as one could be before heading to the beach, and being so close to Sasuke already, but she finally drummed up the courage to thread her arm around his. She had to crane her neck to properly look at him, but oddly she loved it.
“Of course I’m looking forward to it! What do you want to do first?”
THERE SHE GOES: LINKING HER ARM WITH HIS AGAIN. She always had this habit even when they were little and he was pleasantly surprised that the habit would still stay the same even throughout their trials and tribulations. At the time, he expressed his annoyance of it but now? He absolutely didn’t mind it. In fact, he secretly missed that habit of hers; so he doesn’t make a big deal out of it. It wasn’t like it was offensive, anyway.
When her head popped up from his peripheral vision, his gaze quickly turns to her as they made their way through the train station. He’s unsure if she was trying to say something to him, really. Of all the subtle communications they had throughout the years, their eyes were the main thing that set them apart. His gaze meeting hers told her so much even though it looked so little through the untrained eyes. They had developed this system way back when they were twelve, and, once again, he was pleasantly surprised that it hasn’t changed since.
❝ I usually just gaze at the sunset when I’m there... ❞
He answered truthfully, eyes quickly averting hers as he tries to make something out of nothing.
❝ But since I’ve invited you, we could do something that you’d like. ❞
He goes silent again before looking at her once more.
❝ There’s an amusement park and pier near the beach, I believe. ❞
The sound of Sasuke’s chuckle had her heart soaring, such another little thing she so missed about him.
“Omelettes are perfect.” Sakura smiled, taking the carton from him easily. She could do the part of mixing and stirring for him if he wanted to use the pan. She paused a moment when she heard another phone go off, definitely not hers since hers quacked.
“Do you need to get that? I can cook if you do. Sorry if I’m keeping you from something.” She said, her brows furrowed as she watched him carefully. What if she had kept him from work? Or something else?
Whether he wanted to take the message or not, she did want to give him a small brief of the disease they had endured. “It was a fascinating disease. Of all things it effected those with unrequited feelings. How a disease could be based off of feelings I have no idea, which is why I was studying it so hard to see how the locals here fixed it. But with how much they were suffering I can’t imagine they would take their time either.” Sakura frowned, thinking of how painful it must have been, some people coughing up whole flowers.
Then she paled at the thought of how much she would have suffered such a thing. Apparently the extend of ones feelings increased the effects of the disease. She knew how much she loved Sasuke. And that alone told her she would have been suffering incredibly, even with her healing ability.
SASUKE GAVE AN AUDIBLE HUM AT HER QUESTION, HEAD POPPING MOMENTARILY TO LOOK AT HIS PHONE. He shook his head as he continued to bring out the ingredients for omelettes.
❝ It’s just an excuse to be annoying. ❞
Sasuke finally replied in regards to his constant dinging phone. He gently puts the ingredients on the kitchen counter before silencing his phone as quickly as another ding had come in. He never really wanted to be in a group chat with his teammates, but, after coercion, he was forced to join. It was more of Ai just including him rather than asking him if he wanted to join. No matter how much he left the group chat, he would get added back in so he didn’t bother afterwards.
The raven-haired turned to her as he listens closely to what she has to say. Though subtle, Sasuke had always tried to be attentive to what she had to say. The topics she sometimes talked about was the most fascinating and crucial thing. Some even had saved them in missions as far back as their genin days.
❝ That sounds like a bother. ❞
Sasuke finds himself criticizing. A disease just because there’s unrequited love? That’s completely unnecessary. Whoever was making these types of diseases had a weird, convoluted way to approach love. Not that he was judging much further than that—he’s done some stupid things in the name of love as well. Familial love, to be specific. He never had the time nor the interest to have “indulged” in romantic love. It felt like too much to handle at the time; he still thinks that way. Love was indeed annoying.
But he chose not to focus on that.
Instead, he takes his phone and gives it to Sakura.
❝ Give me your number. ❞
He was always straightforward with her (though at some points, there were subtle meanings to his words). If he were to have to explain to her as to why he wanted it: he could give her a multitude of reasons. Just as he could give her a multitude of reasons as to why he would leave his lights on.
HER SUDDEN WORDS MADE EVERYTHING GO QUIET ALL OF A SUDDEN AND SASUKE WASN’T QUITE SURE IF IT WAS HIM OR IF THE WORLD SUDDENLY DECIDED TO MUTE ITSELF. Needless to say, those words made Sasuke look at Sakura as they sat on the bench by their apartment. His facial expression showed tints of confusion even as he tried desperately to keep calm and collected.
In truth, Sasuke thinks that Sakura was the one to change him. In all the times he had succumbed to darkness, no one was more willing to stand by his side and calm him down than Sakura. No one else loved him fearlessly than her, no one had high hopes for him even in the end than her. Sakura was the one to give her all to him—she was unafraid of sacrificing herself for him. It had showed, even if she had conspired to kill him before the war happened.
To say that Sasuke had changed her was a complete overstep of her achievements towards changing him. He never cared about anyone else at first—never cared of protecting them all. At least, not before her. But when she appeared, he couldn’t help but find himself protecting her, asking Naruto to protect her, giving her thanks, and apologizing mentally for troubling her once more. That had started when he was twelve and was unsure if he knew what the concept of love was. Sakura was everything Sasuke had wanted to protect. So much so that he couldn’t find it in his heart to give genuine hatred towards her. Perhaps, the desire to kill her when he was still full of hatred was because he wanted so desperately to sever all the ties that bonded him to Konoha and Team 7.
Sakura was everything Sasuke had admired. She was resilient even in the face of adversity, and she never failed to impress him. So much so that he genuinely apologized for giving her a hard time throughout the years. Sasuke knew Sakura didn’t deserve everything she was put through. He almost wanted to reach out to her to hold her hand gently in his and thank her once more.
But he doesn’t. At least not now.
Instead, he turns towards the flowers that bloomed weeks earlier during second week of spring.
❝ I see. ❞
He croaks out, unable to say anything else.
Maybe later on, Sasuke would tell her how he truly felt about her and how much she had changed him for the better.
@quietandkind said: “ you said you would keep trying! ”
SASUKE LOOKED AT THE BURNT CAKE THAT HAD POPPED OUT OF THE OVEN WITH DEJECTION AND ANGER. Why he agreed to have someone teach him to bake a cake was beyond him. Sasuke didn’t even like sweets, much less eat them. But the burnt, pink cake was troubling and mocking him enough to stare blankly and throw in the towel—literally.
❝ This is useless. ❞
Sasuke grumbled impatiently and angrily as he put the cake pan on the kitchen counter and walked away from it. He had followed the best he could—even used his Sharingan to copy Shouko’s movements and it’s still turned out like complete and utter crap. It wasn’t like Sasuke was bad at cooking, either! It was just baking, apparently. Sasuke has had quite enough and, if a gentle hand wasn’t placed on his shoulder, he was ready to walk out. Turning to his company, he looks at her hands signing before sighing and signing back.
⎡ Shouko, this is useless. ⎦
This response was only answered with how she was disappointed in him and a pout to boot. Normally this wouldn’t faze Sasuke but Shouko was a sweet girl. She could do no harm and, if anything, he considered her as a little sister to him as crazy as it sounded. He didn’t even know what could testify as being an older brother—since he’s never been one. But he digress. Straightening himself, he looks to his left at the dirty dishes with batter caked on it before heaving a sigh.
⎡ Fine, show me again. Slowly this time. ⎦
The raven-haired brings himself to reply to Shouko’s pouting as he activated his Sharingan again. Once more, he’d give it another try. He couldn’t give up now. Even though the cake he produced was indeed burnt, it was a good start. But he knows he could do better.
IT WAS RARE FOR THE UCHIHA TO BECOME FAZED WITH ANYTHING THAT WENT ON IN THIS WORLD. Having seen so much in his own world, he thought he’d be composed and able to keep himself together. But that thought was wrong in many forms. Needless to say, he was having a rather tough day to begin with. The idea of getting out of bed today was the last thing on his mind after a rough night of vivid nightmares.
Though it was his day off, he didn’t want to do anything but slump on the bed and look absentmindedly at his hands for the whole day. The same hands that had brought destruction to so many people’s lives. No matter what he did or how hard he washed them, the memories of his timeline wouldn’t come off. It had put him enough on the edge that the very tune of his phone was enough to make him jump. Ah, yes, he remembered. He was supposed to accompany Aqua around today—she put it as “two friends having fun.” He had agreed to it after enough coercing from Aqua about how fresh air during a day off was good for the mind.
Begrudgingly, he had gotten ready to meet up with Aqua around the main square of Wonderland, hearing her remarked that he looked rough and worse for wear. At that point, he would have rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue instead: he apologized. Sasuke knew Aqua was perceptive and careful so he expected it when she had sat him down by the fountain and asked what was wrong.
He couldn’t bring himself to lie to her, so he told her the truth.
❝ Sometimes I think I’m not strong enough. ❞
He concluded as he looked down at his calloused hands. But his head didn’t remain downcast for long as he heard Aqua tell him that he was strong. Sasuke had immediately looked up at her, searching her eyes to find any spot of lies.
@violetpetaldancer said: “ fine. you’ll never see me again, okay? ”
THE DISTASTE THAT SASUKE FELT WAS EVIDENT IN HIS USUALLY COLD FACE. Sakura was being unreasonable with him again (well, in his eyes). Of course Sakura wouldn’t see things in Sasuke’s eyes—it’d be a miracle if she did at this point. But, she’s stubborn like a bull. Not like it was a bad thing majority of the time, but when it came to things he couldn’t control, it became a problem.
Sasuke had been getting busier and busier in the precinct due to overwhelming paperwork and the fact that some of their computers broke. He had to dedicate his time to staying later than intended and had to drop Susanoo off at Adachi’s place. That lucky idiot always had ways of rubbing his vacation time in—it was getting to Sasuke that was for sure. Nevertheless, he had to explain the circumstance to Sakura who had suddenly became spark full of life. She told him that he was always working without taking a break; even before Wonderland, he had been gone for long periods of time. When were they actually going to have time together? She had asked—genuinely irritated.
Matching her energy, Sasuke had no choice but to answer back in retort. He had told her that if she didn’t like it, she could just not come see him for a while. He didn’t need anymore on his plate than he already did. And he was actually surprised at Sakura’s prideful outburst.
She had definitely grown to form her own mind and opinions that’s for sure. But Sasuke had and will always be prideful.
❝ Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to leave? ❞
“ did you really have to be that honest? ”
“ every time i see you i just feel more alone. ”
“ you changed me. ”
“ was this all just a joke to you? ”
“ i don’t want to know. ”
“ can we start over? ”
“ you make me feel so insecure. ”
“ i don’t know if i can love you. ”
“ every time i wake up i’m reaching for you … but you’re never there. ”
“ of course it meant something! ”
“ stop yelling! ”
“ i gave up on you a long time ago. ”
“ you think i care about you? cute. ”
“ did you just forget about me or something? ”
“ i still need you. ”
“ i wanna say that there’s still hope but sometimes things just don’t go your way. ”
“ you said you would keep trying! ”
“ no, you ARE strong. ”
“ you promised me! ”
“ fine. you’ll never see me again, okay? ”
“ i gave you everything i had. ”
“ your eyes can be so cruel … ”
“ i can never do anything right can i !? ”
“ i want my life back. ”
“ stop crying. ”
“ you should go. ”
“ don’t come back. ”
“ does hurting me make you feel good or something? ”
“ just stop it. ”
“ i was never in love with you now leave me alone! ”
Chiaki wasn’t one to begin wondering where she was, she wasn’t even fully aware that she was now in Wonderland. Nowhere near Hope’s Peak Academy, but it couldn’t be helped when her personality was rather aloof at best.
Not even paying attention to the road ahead of her, her pink oculars were focused on her Game Girl Advance as she played on it, fingers wildly moving and quite skillfully as well. While she was the Ultimate Gamer, she wondered if she would ever grow bored of playing games. But at the same time, it brought her happiness.
What didn’t bring her happiness was knowing that she couldn’t make friends because of gaming. She had little to none at best, she was an outcast amongst most people her age. Spending her time playing video games and sometimes even falling asleep standing up because she was gaming for hours on end.
Without even paying attention, she ran into a figure taller than her, but she didn’t cease playing her game. Hitting the buttons a few more times before a Game Over flashed on her screen, she looked up to see Sasuke there, her expression was blank and didn’t really react to have run into him.
SASUKE WASN’T THE TYPE TO EASILY GIVE OUT ANY TYPE OF EMOTIONS NOR COMPLIMENTS OUT OF THE BLUE. However, that didn’t mean he didn’t see credit where credit was due. He saw potential when and if it was there, and he gave respect when it was due. But he didn’t give this out for free really. It would take a few tries and a few proofs of strength and skill for him to give out his admiration so easily.
As he looked at the people walking in Wonderland, he would come across people who have talked to him and whom he has interrogated or gotten caught up with in circumstance—some of them earning some form of notice from him, the other: the same indifference he would give just about anyone. But it wasn’t like they cared enough for his opinion, and he didn’t care much for giving his so outwardly either. But there was one that caught his eye while he was on his walk.
The same girl who was at the precinct from time to time playing her console yet being useful with her deduction and detective skills.
Needless to say, Sasuke was amused about her ability to solve cases and walk around with her damned console attached to her twenty-four-seven. Not like he minded; as long as she was doing what the precinct wanted of her there was no problems with what she was doing. However, it would kill her to watch where she was going. Standing still, his eyes meet her indifferent ones. Indifference meets indifference.
❝ I see you’re still glued to that. ❞
Sasuke put his hand on his hip—he would cross them if he didn’t have one arm hiding in his jacket. But he digress.
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