Their first kiss was on Homecoming night. The briefest touch, his lips to hers, before Sakura pulled away, blushing. Then again, a kiss not so fleeting, followed by one after another until the sun rose above them.
Notes: I’ve been in a mood for SS lately (blame @xxlovendreamsxx), and it seemed like the perfect time to write this little high school fic. @jjibbless sent me a request for “high school popular kid / nerd AU” awhile back, which ties into the Day 9 prompt pretty well in my opinion! Thank you jjibbless for the request and @sasusakumonths for hosting this awesome event.
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prelude
It isn’t that Sasuke Uchiha is a misfit, exactly. He’s too good-looking—and high schoolers are too shallow—for him to be an utter outcast. But he’s the kind of boy who spends more time alone than with their classmates, and if he has any friends besides Naruto, who’s friends with everyone, then he’s keeping them well hidden. Sasuke’s GPA is tied with Sakura’s for the highest in the Class of 2018, but she’s sure that if he’d socialize, people would stop dismissing him as a nerd. Instead, he blows off every dance, football game, and party he’s invited to.
Until homecoming. It’s the kind of warm October evening that you can only find in southern California, late enough in the year that autumn’s edge has calmed the weather from suffocating to balmy. Sakura is crowned homecoming queen, the San Junipero Sharks kick the Gardena Wolfhounds’ asses, and Sasuke Uchiha shows up to a school event. All in all, it’s a beautiful night.
watch the queen
Only a loser would lurk around the corner, pretending not to spy on a pretty girl, and Sasuke is not a loser. He isn’t lurking either. Just standing around, keeping himself busy with people-watching—well, person-watching.
Sakura is sitting with the other girls from the homecoming court, all of them trussed up in ridiculous fluffy gowns and torturous-looking shoes. Ino seems pissed that Sakura took the crown, but in that strangely fond way that characterizes their relationship. Maybe Sasuke is too distant from Sakura’s circle to understand how that odd friendship functions, but he thinks it might be every bit as confusing to witness up close.
Seven months. He has seven months until graduation. He needs to either ask Sakura out or get his head on straight and forget about her.
Moving on would be better. He heard that Sakura is applying to Ivy League schools all over the country, and God knows she’s accomplished enough to be accepted into most of them. Sasuke keeps pace with her academically, but foster kids don’t have the financial backing for Yale. He’s about to age out of the system, and it’s going to take all of his time and energy just to get by. Even if Sakura wants him back—and sometimes, when he catches her looking at him across the library, he thinks she might—Sasuke knows that it’s not enough. She’s beautiful, brilliant, privileged, and loved. Her future is too bright to risk dimming, and she deserves better than anything he could provide.
But then he thinks, What’s one date? It’s not like watching a movie together and grabbing dinner (maybe kissing on her doorstep, if he’s lucky) would turn into something committed. Sasuke can’t hope for any of that, much less more, so why not at least try?
Summary: The mattress under his body was comforting, but not as much as her warmth. And he needed it, just as much as she did.
A/N: So thanks to this review I received on ff.net, I decided to change a few things in this story and I added a few things too. I hope this edited version is better than the previous one.
Warmth Like Home
It was one of the dark and cold nights of winter that the silhouette of two human figures could be seen, walking on the road covered with snow, in a small village near the land of lightening. Chilled, light gusts of wind; blowing their hair, and the cloaks that covered their bodies. It was a quiet night may be because it was already past midnight and every living soul had already gotten into their comfy beds and slept, saving themselves from the immense cold. The voice produced by the friction between the ground and their feet being the only source of sound.
But the dark of the night and the freezing temperature didn’t bother them at all, for one of them was the last surviving Uchiha and the other one was the strongest kunoichi of Konoha. Their steps were steady, currently heading towards a place to spend the night in, perhaps a cabin or a small cottage out in the snowy plains.
They kept quiet, not uttering a single word, just enjoying the cold wind- well, one of them was. Haruno Sakura seemed to be fond of the contemporary atmosphere, a melodious sound being hummed by her, her steps like a 4 year old kid, small jumps and dancing patterns, her hands would occasionally sneak out of her pale-white cloak and touch the falling snow flakes, and the heat of her palms would melt them away.
He kept on watching the same scene repeat over and over again, his eyes firmly kept on the woman next to him, memorizing everything that occurred at that instance. Uchiha Sasuke was never a fan of cold, let alone snow fall. As a child, he would avoid going out during winter, hide under the warm blankets, in the hugs offered by his beloved brother or the warmth of his mother’s lap. He smiled at the memory, feeling the slightest of pain in his chest.
“Sasuke-kun?” Sakura’s voice made him break free from his thoughts as he saw her green jades looking into his dark pearls, “I can see some light over there.” she said and he followed her eyes to a place at some distance from their current location.
He should scoff at her attempts to appear intimidating. Such an attempt is foolish, how exactly is Sakura to assume that she would get the better of him when she is a foot shorter with pink hair. Sasuke smirks, “you’re not getting the last dumpling”.
Sakura blinks her eyes in a mockery of some sort of flirting technique that has never worked on him – never. “Sasuke-kun,” she begins, sweetly, “I’m your wife”.
Now, he scoffs, “I’m well aware”.
She continues to smile, “please can I have the last dumpling?”
He holds his glare, “no”. Sasuke raises his chopsticks, and hovers it over the prized dumpling.
Sakura frowns, all traces of her sweetness disappearing from her expression. She too raises her chopsticks to hover over the dumpling.
A few of the other patrons of the restaurant glance at the couple.
Sasuke’s left eye twitches – he’ll be able to grab the dumpling now if he goes for it, he is faster than her, surely. His resolve is made, the corner of his lip moves. But before Sasuke can even move his chopsticks forward, he feels a slow, yet gentle stroke against his inner thigh.
His eyes widen – Sakura.
His wife, as conniving as he should have expected her to be. She has removed her left shoe, and runs her silk covered foot along the inside of his leg.
The table cloth hides the action from the view of the other restaurant-goers. Sasuke narrows his gaze, then widens them once more as Sakura’s toes creep higher still. She brushes along an area, perhaps a little to sensitive to be touched in public. Sasuke’s chopsticks wobble in his grasp – Sakura takes this lapse in concentration to grab the last dumpling.
She plops it in her mouth, and smiles.
Sasuke grits his jaw, “foul-play”.
Sakura smirks, “says the loser”.
The other patrons continue to glance over towards the table in confusion.
She always knew it wouldn’t be easy, loving Sasuke Uchiha
never was. But Sakura hoped, foolishly hoped the universe would give them a well-deserved
break.
They’ve been through a lot, and for once in her life she
craved the uneventful life of civilians. A life without dangers, without world
shattering responsibilities, where their biggest problem would be Sasuke
forgetting items off the shopping list or Sakura leaving her medical books
scattered all over the house.
But, no. Soon after they’ve been deluded into thinking they’d
get some peace, that they would finally get to be like a normal couple the
ninja world tears them apart again.
I need you out there,
Sasuke. As Hokage I have to stay here, but you have to be my eyes out there.
She had wanted to go with him, they had just started their lives together. You can’t Sakura, we need you here in the
hospital, you’re our best medic. They argued, but Naruto wouldn’t relent
having finally learned to put the village first.
So they lived their lives in little moments away from the
world.
This time she met him in a small in on a silent village on
the outskirts of the Fire Country. She hid beneath a hood gave the clerk his
fake name and was given direction to his room. Two knocks and she was let
inside.
She shed her disguise slowly and turned to look at her
husband who sat in the corner of the bed observing her. There was a small smile
on his lips as he stood and took her into his arms his lips meeting hers in a
quick kiss.
“I’ve missed you.” He murmured his lips against her cheek
then. I’ve missed you too, so much.
But she was tired of saying it, tired of it being one of the few words said
between them before they were forced to part again.
This time she had other plans in mind, she had another
purpose. “I’m pregnant.” She blurted out and he paused his roaming hands and
leaned back to look at her. His eyes held both excitement and fear, he didn’t
have to say anything for her to understand.
She saw as a dozen possibilities flashed across his eyes; he
could leave everything, they could run, their child would not grow up without
its parents.
“I’m not going back.” She told him, she had already decided.
Naruto would have to drag her back, probably would.
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I’m sorry I haven’t drawn for the last couple of days! I was preparing for AX
Anyways here’s the day 6 drawing for Sasusaku month! This is sort of a different kind of thank you but I feel like Sasuke should at least tell Sakura that he appreciates her being by his side!
“Only the wind knew the unheard words he whispered.”
Another rushed fanart. Hahah. I wonder if this idea was done before. If so, I’m really sorry, this was just purely coincidental (think great minds think alike hahaha).
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