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Pink, orange, green, blue and purple. The highlighters rolled between Sasuke's palms. He paused his antics momentarily, allowing you to swap markers. Pink, orange, yellow, green and blue. Soon as you had resumed coloring your textbook he continued batting them across the wooden desk. Sighing, he glanced at the clock. It was almost 9PM and you two were still in the campus library. The Uchiha was exhausted and starving. Mostly starving. The raven was beyond ready to be home and stuffing his face before falling asleep on the couch to whatever dumb movie you chose. Slouching onto the table he rest his cheek on an outstretched arm. Staring at you immersed in your microbiology text he waited for you to look up. You didn't. Groaning and inpatient he started mixing up the colors of your highlighters. He knew how badly it would annoy you to have them out of rainbow order. Just as the raven swapped the orange and blue a hand smacked down on his.
“Sasuke,” you growled glaring up at him from the paragraph about 3 types of membrane proteins.
“Y/n.”
Heaving a sigh at the library wall clock, “jeez,” the hearty rumble of your stomach confirmed the late hour.
“Hn.”
“Alright. Lemme finish this page and we can go.” You released his hand, giving him an apologetic smile.
After correcting the color order of your markers, Sasuke started gathering your stuff into your book bag. Leaving out only the materials you were actively using. You had a tendency to spread out as you studied; an orbit of homework around planet you. Making one last line of purple across your text, you quickly packed your remaining items and exited the Konoha University library with your best friend.
Opening the door, the crisp autumn breeze smelt of musky pine and nadeshiko flowers. Stretching your stiff limbs you turned to the Uchiha.
“What do you wanna eat?”
“Pizza.”
You snorted, rolling your eyes at the obvious answer, "you always want pizza."
He gave you his ‘does it look like I care’ face, “hn.”
Chuckling you linked your arm with his as you two headed to your shared apartment. Shaking free of your grasp his warmth washed over you as he swung his arm around your shoulders pulling you close against the brisk air.
Although most of your friends attended the same university, after the first year of required on campus living you two had decided, well Sasuke decided, to get place just the two of you. Both preferring your peace and quiet. Even in your friends group there were those who were closer. Like Sakura and Ino, Shikamaru and Choji, Gaara and Naruto, you and Sasuke. Naruto had thrown a fit when you two refused to let him move in. Sasuke was adamant about not having the blonde goofball invading his privacy. You also knew he would want Gaara to join and having 4 people in a tiny apartment would be too overwhelming. Especially 3 grown boys, one of whom is extraordinarily messy.
It was a rare, silent, Friday night before midterms. Most were busy studying. Leaving you and Sasuke to watch movies alone for once. Just because Naruto didn’t live with you didn’t mean he wasn’t over constantly. No arguing between a rom-com or an action adventure. No shushing Lee for talking during important scenes. No cleaning up the mess of popcorn scattered across the floor after Kiba and Akamaru.
Heading into your bedroom after following the raven through your front door and into the comfortable 2 bedroom apartment, you dropped your bag beside your desk and changed into comfortable pajamas. Sasuke hated the dinosaur onesie. And that was precisely why you wore it, also it was warm and heavenly soft. A small, harmless way to annoy your favorite Uchiha. Super cute to you, ugly and immature to him.
As you entered the small living room your cellphone rang. You bounced onto the couch answering the call from your favorite pinkette. “Hey, Sakura.”
“Heeeeeey! You actually answered, I figured you'd still be studying.”
“Probably would be if Sasuke's stomach hadn't demanded we leave. We just got ho- ooof!”
Sasuke had flopped across the couch his head hitting your gut. “Your stomach complained too, idiot.”
“Hold up a sec I’ll put you on video,” you ignored his jab.
“OK.”
Both switching the call to video, Sasuke pulled a blanket across his legs. His feet hung off the edge of the sofa, his head resting comfortably in your lap. You poked his cheek, "where's my blanket?”
“Why do you need a blanket when you’re in that hideous thing?” He grumbled referring to your outfit, as he smacked your hand away.
“Rude,” you stuck out your bottom lip pouting at Sakura, “its not ugly, right?”
“Not at all, I think its cute!” She chirped bringing a smug smile to your face.
“See, Sasu,” you stuck your tongue out at him, “it’s cute, not ugly.”
He simply rolled his eyes, “that doesn’t explain why you still need a blanket. Besides, I’m right here.”
“And?”
“And… I’m warm. You don’t need one.”
“But I want one,” you whined poking his cheek again.
“Fine,” he snapped, “I'll get it when the pizza's here,” he nudged your hand away then reached for the remote.
“Did you order already?”
“Pizza again, guys?” Sakura interjected.
“Hn.”
You rolled your eyes looking at Sakura, who unintentionally mimicked you. Noticing your twin reaction you both giggled. The raven switched on the TV and scrolled through Netflix as you spoke to the Haruno.
“Are you not even gonna say hi to Sakura?” You frowned, poking at his cheek.
You had angled the screen so she could see you both. Glancing at her he gave a two finger salute before turning his attention back to the TV. Sighing you focused on your girl, "so what's up? Ino driving you bonkers?”
“Yes!” She exclaimed, slumping onto her own couch, “but that's not why I called.”
“Oh?”
“I know we've all been studying hard for midterms next week and I thought a break was in order.”
“So this is-”
“No, no... but yes. Talking to you is nice, but the actual break is tomorrow night. Uncle Jiraiya gave Naruto permission to have a small party. Just our friends, food, games... a break.”
“So, not a true party.”
“Not right before midterms!” She exclaimed the obvious, “I told Naruto absolutely no alcohol since he can’t control himself, and you know if he starts drinking it turns into a competition between him, Kiba and Sasuke.” Sasuke chuckled, his signature smirk spreading his lips. “I love him, but he's still an idiot.”
Sakura and Naruto have been dating since your last year of high school. Originally she had been head over heels for the Uchiha, like so many others, but eventually the blonde's constant (obnoxious) attempts wormed their way into the pinkette's heart. It was just as well since Sasuke never showed any interest in dating. He was far too preoccupied ensuring he’d be valedictorian and receive a full ride scholarship to University. His brother complex pushed him to achieve amazing feats.
“But he's your idiot,” you smiled.
She sighed into a grin of her own, “yes, he is. Anyhow will you guys come? Ino already asked Hinata and Kiba, he's gonna pass it on to Shino.”
You could hear Ino in the background on Sakura's side. The gorgeous blonde's face popped up next to the pinkette's. Her long fingers formed a peace sign, "Shikamaru and Temari are in!"
Sai and Naruto's faces squished into the video frame sandwiching their girlfriends. That knucklehead was never at his own home.
“Hey Y/n, hey Sasuke!” Naruto eagerly stole the spotlight, “You guys excited? Its gonna be lit! Believe it!”
The Uchiha finally selected a random movie on the your Netflix watch list then twisted to see the call, “If an idiot like you is hosting I have a hard time believing that.”
Naruto pushed the other couple off the screen trying to get closer to Sasuke, "jerk! Just you wait! Kankuro's bringing a bottle of his Gosling’s Old Rum he’s been sav-”
The raven’s eyes lit up at the promise of shots.
Sakura smacks the side of Naruto’s head growling,” I told you, no alcohol! We can’t be hungover for midterms!”
“It’s not me, sweetie,” the blonde plead for his life, “its Kankuro. I can’t stop him from bringing it.”
The pinkette’s video fell, showing Sakura’s arms vigorously shaking Naruto’s collar, “you could have told him not to!”
Sai picked up the phone, his usual closed eye smile, “Choji is bringing his new girlfriend to meet us.”
“Oh?” You mused, “he showed me a picture a while back. She’s gorgeous.”
You felt Sasuke’s shoulders shrug, “she’s nothing special.”
“I for one, can’t wait to meet her,” Sai’s eyes crinkled, “I’m curious who would date such a fatty.”
“Sai!” Ino’s fist grabbed a handful of his hair, “don’t talk about Choji like that! Just because its true doesn’t make it OK!”
“Ino,” you grimaced, “that’s not helping. And Sai there is more to a relationship than looks.”
“Oh, I know,” he responded calmly, as if Ino didn’t have a hold of him, “Naruto and Sakura are proof of that.”
Pinching the bridge of your nose, you closed your eyes sighing, and tried to progress the conversation, “what about Neji and Tenten?”
“Neji’s phone is off, and Tenten said they couldn’t afford to relax,” you opened your eyes to Ino’s frown, “so they won’t be joining us. And Lee hasn’t responded yet and neither has Gaara.”
Naruto somehow managed to escape his murderous girlfriend, “Gaara will come, believe it! Lee too!” He punched the air for emphasis.
“Sounds like almost everyone,” you nodded chuckling.
Ino yanked the phone away from the boys, “yup! And we’ll have pizza! And play some poker! Maybe some Monopoly to ruin friendships. UNO for breakups, and spin the bottle for makeups!” Her toothy smile was wide and devious.
Snickering, you rolled your eyes, “Ino, we aren’t in high school anymore. Besides, most of you are in relationships.”
She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “but for those of you who aren’t~” she sang out.
Stealing her phone back, Sakura glared off screen. “Ignore them.” Turning back to the screen she was cheerful again, “so will you guys come?”
You glanced down at Sasuke and saw him scowling. “Uh, maybe?” You phrased it as a question, being confused by his expression.
“Maybe?!” Four voices screeched into the phone.
Sasuke reached up and you handed him your cellphone, “get ready to lose all your chips, idiot.” He then promptly ended the call just as your front door was knocked on.
“So... I guess we're going?”
“Hn,” he sat up to answer the door.
As he retrieved dinner, you grabbed napkins and bottles of water. Placing them on the table in front of the couch before wrapping yourself in Sasuke’s blanket.
The raven dumps a box of pizza on the coffee table, while holding his own. He’s already torn into his, hastily shoveling the supreme with roasted tomatoes and extra tomato sauce, into his mouth as if it’d disappear.
Snuggling under the cover you stole, you reach for your own box as raven hair smacks into your stomach. Irked, you glare down at him, “you could do that a little more gently, you know.”
“Hn,” his dark eyes watch his selected movie still shoving slice after slice into his mouth, all while laying on top of you.
“What’s got your panties in a twist?”
“Nothing.”
Inhaling your own slice of deliciousness, you raise an eyebrow at the Uchiha. “No comment on the Gosling’s or Sakura’s prohibition? Nothing to say about Choji getting a girlfriend?” Still he remained silent. You nudged him with an elbow, “come on now, even you are typically more talkative than this.”
“What’s wrong with enjoying my hard earned pizza after a long day of classes? Besides, I’m trying to watch this.”
You rolled your eyes, reaching for another slice that Sasuke ultimately had to hand you since he wouldn’t let you up. “We’ve seen this one.”
“So?”
“So… what’s really bothering you?” Sasuke hated re-watching movies, unless it had been over a year. A waste of time, he told you. Unlike Naruto who could get excited over the same film endlessly.
Slamming his almost empty pizza box on the table, the raven sat up angrily, wiping his greasy fingers on a supplied napkin. Not phased by his aggressive behavior you waited calmly, chewing your own cheesy slice.
“Why the hell are we playing spin the bottle?” He huffed.
Snickering at his simple displeasure, you couldn’t help but tease him, “you don’t have to deny the allure of Naruto’s soft lips.” You referred to his accidental first kiss in middle school.
Color drained from his face before flushing his cheeks, he scowled, “who’d kiss that idiot willingly?”
Tapping your chin you replied seriously before taunting him again, “Sakura,” he wasn’t amused, “but you know, personality aside, Naruto is handsome…”
“You’re not serious.”
“I can find someone attractive without being attracted to them,” you cocked your head at him playfully.
“Hn.”
“Besides, you don’t have to play.”
“Why play the stupid game when they have boyfriends,” he murmured referring to Ino and Sakura.
“I’m pretty sure it’s a joke,” you snorted, not believing the girls would actually be interested in the game. They loved their boyfriends. Less irritable than before, Sasuke settled back down on the couch. Wiggling forcefully under the blanket, making you share. His head on your shoulder, you both snuggled in for the rare quiet night.