inojin/sarada + lab partners for chemistry 8)
“Don’t just sit there!”
Inojin sighs, long and low. He offers Sarada his best attempt at a long suffering stare. She isn’t impressed.
“I can’t be the only one working,” she says. She gestures wildly at the tongs, at the reagent bottles, at the test tubes—at anything, really. “Get started on the other experiment, or we’ll run out of time.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Are you serious?” Sarada turns to him with an irate scowl, pushing her glasses higher up her nose. “Didn’t you read the lab manual before class?”
Inojin crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, not everyone’s mom is a world-class scientist.”
“What does that have to do with it?”