title Just Enough
summary Or too much. Depending on how you look at it.
pairing itasaku, tobisaku, hot messes
“Miso and fish was a terrible idea,” remarked Itachi. He blew into his cupped palm, cringing. Sakura looked up from her wine, almost smiling. Itachi gestured toward the plate of tiramisu sitting between them.
Sakura picked up the fork, carved off a hunk for herself. She took a bite of the soft cake. All the while, Itachi watched her, his chin in his hand.“You know, this is the first time I’ve seen you eat,” he remarked.
“Congratulations,” replied Sakura. She wiped her mouth with the cloth napkin.
“I’m serious. Why have we never eaten together before?” Itachi asked. Sakura let out a sigh. She carved another piece of tiramisu off, balancing it across the fork. Considering him over the cake, she actually thought about his question.
“Why does it even matter?” she questioned right back. Itachi blinked at her.
“…Because it’s normal? For people to share a meal… especially if they’re trying to get to know each other,” he explained.
Sakura thought back to her late teens, when she applied too much eyeshadow and lip gloss. To her skinned kneecaps and raw knuckles. How Hashirama had found her in the alley behind the karaoke bar, pummeling a man’s face into a bloody pulp.
“What did he do to deserve that?” Hashirama had asked her. Smoke rising like a wraith along his mouth and chin. Dark eyes gleaming.
“He tried to get me to blow him in the middle of the club,” she remembered telling him. Laughing, Hashirama had helped her to her feet and taken her out to get dim sum. She recalled him looking at her bloody lip and giving her pointers on how to block a punch for the next time as he dropped her off at her shitty little apartment.
Sakura considered Itachi past the tiramisu again.
“I guess,” she finally said as she fed him a bite from her fork. Pretending not to notice when his eyes widened.