”Hmph,” The snide remark escaped from him as he tilted his head back in a sense of superiority and closed his eyes, sporting the smallest of grins on his handsome face. He was expecting some kind of response close to that, which made the action all too worth his while, even if it was watered down; at least the loser wasn’t shouting at the top of his lungs and waving his arms around senselessly, much like he was doing back at the shop when they had their first encounter. This way, Naruto didn’t draw attention this way, and no crowd of squealing idiots would spot him and senselessly rush his way. However, there was still plenty of time to pull that kind of reaction from Naruto before the hour was over, he only had to tug at the right strings, and even within the short time frame he was around this idiot, Sasuke already knew just how to go about doing that. Naruto was almost too predictable, Sasuke added to his thoughts as he leaned forward and began to slide down from the tree; landing skillfully light beside the blonde he eased himself to take a seat and turned his head away, hiding the disapproving look that came over his usual impassiveness. Dark irises gently traveled to the corner of his eyes to look at Naruto from the peripheries as he began to question himself on his own strange actions. It was so odd; him making a move to talk to someone and not the other way around; just now, it was as if his body moved on its own accord down from the tree. What made this even more confusing is that his body did that, just to be beside this loser? Sasuke had to question if there was something wrong with him, or if it was something that Naruto had done to him. For whatever reason, though he wouldn’t admit it, and despite how much of an annoying idiot this guy was, he was starting to enjoy being around him. No one had ever treated him the way the loser did, fighting with him only to act as the best of friends, and he could sense it wasn’t a façade; Naruto’s stance gave it away all to easily that he was comfortable around him. Not only this, but those haunting thoughts of Itachi that he couldn’t shake for even a second for eleven years just faded from his mind by the distraction Naruto brought. Sasuke still couldn’t determine if it was supposed to be a good thing, but he knew it damn sure felt good.
“How many times are you going to write the same wrong answer down on your paper, dumbass?” He snickered cockily while finally turning his head towards the boy, tossing a fairly used, intact pencil on top of the book and ignoring that comment about being scared. Honestly, no one would be scared of the school’s biggest loser. “??” Sasuke quirked a brow at the weird markings in silent question, and after a moment he had to know why Naruto wanted to make his usuratonkachi status so obvious. “Oi..” He muttered, furrowing his brows. “What’s with the loser marks?"
Naruto glared at the bastard from the corner of his eye, before picking up the pencil that was perfectly intact and beginning to vigorously erase the answers on his sheet of math homework.
"I'm not good at math," he snapped, pouting somewhat. "I'd like to see you do better."
He raised his head, furrowing his own eyebrows, which led to him wincing, which led to him being proud of himself, even though he was in pain. Ah, the reminder of his accomplishments.
"What are you talking about, teme?" he asked, giving the bastard a confused and mildly annoyed look, before going back to his work.
“How many times are you going to write the same wrong answer down on your paper, dumbass?” He snickered cockily while finally turning his head towards the boy, tossing a fairly used, intact pencil on top of the book and ignoring that comment about being scared. Honestly, no one would be scared of the school’s biggest loser. “??” Sasuke quirked a brow at the weird markings in silent question, and after a moment he had to know why Naruto wanted to make his usuratonkachi status so obvious. “Oi..” He muttered, furrowing his brows. “What’s with the loser marks?"
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"I'm not good at math," he snapped, pouting somewhat. "I'd like to see you do better."
He raised his head, furrowing his own eyebrows, which led to him wincing, which led to him being proud of himself, even though he was in pain. Ah, the reminder of his accomplishments.
"What are you talking about, teme?" he asked, giving the bastard a confused and mildly annoyed look, before going back to his work.
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