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prompt: Sasuke is annoyed by how professionally Sakura handles his body.

note: really polishing up my description skills for my advanced writing class ahhh!! im actually quite nervous–the teacher is one of my favourites, because she really taught me once how to write well and she’s very strict. anyway, send me more prompts?

“Remove your shirt, please.” Sakura pointed to his torso with her pen, before she resumed filling out his chart.

Sasuke took off his shirt slowly. His eyes glided over her face, scanning for any signs of admiration or feeling. Sakura didn’t even look up. She was busy, he understood. He placed the shirt on the bed beside him.

“Alright, let’s hear your heart.” Sakura didn’t even look twice as she placed he stethoscope on his pectoral.

Sasuke frowned. She was the epitome of professionalism as of now. There were no lingering stares; not even an attempt at touching his defined muscles. She dropped the stethoscope and put a finger to his neck.

He didn’t know why he was feeling this way. There was no reason, really, just expectations he had beforehand. He supposed they were outdated–it had been over four years, anyway.

But with each detached movement she made–a firm grip on his chin, a brief turn of his head–he felt his heart clench a little tighter.

“You’re healthy! Your eyes need a little work, obviously, but we’ll fix that. Make an appointment with the secretary and I’ll see you then.” Sakura smiled at him, placing her clipboard on the desk.

Sasuke started walking towards the door, but stopped. He made up his mind. He whirled back around, staring at her with determination.

“Don’t you love me?” Sasuke’s voice seemed to echo through the room.

Sakura’s brows had come together in confusion, and then she had relaxed. Sasuke watched as her face changed expressions. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking. It was weird to him that he was nervous, especially about this sort of thing.

Regardless, he found himself holding his breath–hoping she’d say yes.