A/N: I got this idea when I saw the prompt “quick to react” on @mika213‘s SBSS challenge (it was quite a while back). Never got around to writing it—until now! Envoy a jelly genin!sasuke.
He doesn’t know why it bothers him so much.
He supposes it is likely because the scalding heat of the
sun makes him irritable through his discomfort, or simply because they look too
relaxed while he is sweating away; they’ve just recently finished their own
challenges given to them by their lazy, perverted sensei, and the sight of them
talking and laughing away is a cruel taunt in its own right.
(or at least, this is
what he tells himself. but there is a much simpler truth that he cannot
consider, and it’s this: sakura’s affections are his, and his alone, as they
have been for as long as he can remember. they bring him warmth, make him soften,
and the thought of losing them brings him an inexplicable sense of panic.)
Somehow, he manages to carry on regardless, hitting away at
the rotating wooden column of arms with more ferocity than what was likely
necessary, evading the nearly too quick planks that came his way. Until, that
is, he sees the idiot leaning his head on Sakura’s shoulder out of the corner
of his eye, flaring a raging fire to his gut. With one last overtly furious
blow to the training post that sends it spinning uncontrollably, Sasuke stalks
away and declares to Kakashi that he is finished for the day whether he likes
it or not, all the while heading towards his two distracting teammates who
hindered his forever-important training.
He nears them enough just in time to hear Naruto saying,
“Your shoulder is so comfy, Sakura-chan! I could probably fall asleep right h—”
“She’s not a damn pillow, you moron,” he growls instantly,
eyes narrowing in a dangerous stare as Naruto and Sakura both startle at his
tone. Their eyes are wide and bewildered as he reaches between them for a
bottle of water, his move apparently aggressive enough to send them all but
shooting away from each other. This satisfies him.
As he works to unscrew the cap, he scoffs to the too-loud
blond, “If you’re so tired, just go home and sleep in your own stupid bed where
you’re not going to bother anyone.”
Naruto bristles at this, face reddening in transparent
anger. “Hey, what the hell, bastard!
What’s your problem? I’m not bothering Sakura-chan!”
“No one wants a smelly pig leaning on them, usuratonkachi.”
Naruto reddens all the more. “Shut up, bastard!” he snarls.
“Sakura-chan is nice, she would have said something if that was true!”
Sasuke snorts, and takes a swig of his bottle, before
looking pointedly at Sakura. His knucklehead of a teammate is quick in doing
the same, anxious to hear her take his defense. Unsuspecting of such sudden and
fixed attention, Sakura is quick to blush in response, eyes darting uneasily
between them. It is a small while before they finally linger onto Sasuke, hand
reaching to shyly twirl a lock of hair around her finger. Sasuke knows he’s
Eyes flickering apologetically to the blond at her side,
Sakura finally says, “Well you are kind of smelly Naruto…”
Naruto’s face falls, at this. Sasuke almost smirks.
“Fine,” Naruto mumbles, gathering his training gear and
pushing himself up to his feet. He shoves his hands in his pockets and starts
to walk off, head hanging low. “I’ll go home and take a shower, I guess… See
you guys tomorrow.”
Sakura’s features are struck with shame. “Naruto, you don’t
have to leave—”
“Good riddance,” Sasuke declares loudly, and takes the seat
newly freed at Sakura’s side, feeling no remorse.
(and he doesn’t quite
feel so irritated anymore, either.)
But Sakura is not happy.
“Sasuke-kun, that wasn’t nice!” she scolds him immediately
after, green eyes sharp and frustrated, but most surprisingly disappointed.
(it is with the
highest regard that she always looks at him, the deepest and dearest fondness,
always admiring him—he is not used to this.)
Sasuke scowls. “Whatever.”
“Did you see his face? You went too far, Sasuke-kun! You
should apologize to him tomorrow!”
“Why?” he says, shrugging. “I only said the truth. And
besides, you’re the one who agreed with me.”
“Don’t try and turn this on me,” she replies, frowning and
crossing her arms most unhappily. “I didn’t want him to leave like you did. We
were having a great time together until you came along!”
And there it is again, that irritation boiling beneath his
skin. Sasuke grits his teeth together, throwing a miffed glare her way. “Tch.
As if,” he mutters.
Shaking her head, Sakura frowns at him. “I don’t understand
why you two are always like this—it’s not easy to be your teammate, you know!
You have to start getting along…”
She looks at him, hopeful, trying to gauge a response, but
Sasuke only looks away and huffs. It’s not his problem Naruto always acts like
an intolerable dumbass.
Making a sort of frustrated noise, Sakura shuffles beside
him for a moment before pushing herself to her feet as well, taking him by
“You know, you stink too, Sasuke-kun!” she tells him, before
childishly stomping away, muttering something about boys being dumb and
Stunned, speechless, Sasuke only sits there, mouth slightly
parted open; it is the first time she has ever spoken to him this way, and he
doesn’t know how to feel about it.
(maybe he really has
gone too far if even the girl that has been crushing on him for years refuses
to take his side. maybe he really should apologize to naruto tomorrow.
he probably won’t, but
at least he can accept he should, anyway.)