Give Your Smile to Me (1/1)
I don’t write holiday fic, especially this kind of thing, cynic that I am, but life likes to give things and more things and even more things. And then there was Rockapella.
So yet another part to When Naruto Met Sasuke, but I still sort of like these two here.
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Characters: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1844
Summary: “The last time I let you finish that kind of irresponsible train of thought, you tried to sing to me.”
Two beers in hand, Naruto places the bottles on the coffee table, next to the bowl of caramel popcorn and the Doraemon mug nearly full of Sasuke’s tea still steeping.
“So...”
Sasuke continues to sketch, not looking up as Naruto plops down beside him. Bright orange mechanical pencil in hand, fingers smudged with graphite and blue ink direct swift motions across an imaginary landscape, recreating a wide scope of mountains overlooking a vast sea in the middle of a storm.
“There’s something I’ve been putting a lot of thought into lately.”
Turning his black sketchbook sideways, Sasuke shifts a little, keeping his legs crossed and leaning his elbow against the left arm of the couch. He still doesn’t acknowledge Naruto, focused on the sketch slowly beginning to come to life.
“Taking you to Mobara, introducing you to my family...”
Casual, bringing his right foot over his left knee, Naruto clears his throat. Following a short pause, including Sasuke’s lack of response, he does it again. Then again. And again. After clearing his throat for a fifth time, finally, Sasuke acknowledges his existence.
“Yes, I am ignoring you on purpose.”
The sound of Naruto sucking his teeth cuts through the repetitive music from the TV playing in the background. “Pretending I’m not here, that kind of method, there’s no way you still think it’d ever work on me.”
Loosening his hold on the pencil’s barrel, Sasuke begins to add more detail, lightly shading to define the smaller mountains farther off in the distance. “Unless you want to extend your rental fee for a movie we aren’t even watching...”
Naruto mimics Sasuke’s bored tone. He makes a few faces, sticking out his tongue for good measure. “Anyway, like I was saying, since the day after the thirteenth is next Tue-”
“Here’s where I’m going to be generous and do you a favour.” Gaze fixed on his sketch, Sasuke pauses, teeth dragging along the corner of his bottom lip. His thumb taps twice the top of his pencil with two quick clicks pushing lead through the other end. “Whatever it is you’re thinking-no.”
Naruto scrunches his nose, right foot falling to the cushion and pressed against his inner thigh as the upper half of his body turns towards Sasuke. “You don’t even know what I’m going to say.”
“You want to make a big deal out of Valentine’s Day. That’s all I need to know.”
“What’s wrong with wanting to do something roman-”
“No.”
“Tch. If you’d just let me fini-”
“The last time I let you finish that kind of irresponsible train of thought, you tried to sing to me.” Sasuke lifts his gaze, glare pronounced and not the least bit close to forgiving. “You even think to pull that kind of shit with me again, Naruto, and I guarantee you will be spending the rest of your life alone.”
Naruto shoves at Sasuke’s knee with his leg. “You stingy bastard, I was the one freezing my ass off after I gave you my-”
Shoving him back, Sasuke scoffs, closing the sketchbook and slipping the clip of his pencil onto the spiral binding. “Only because it made you stop screeching at me with that Yamashita song.”
“...I don’t think my singing’s that bad,” Naruto mumbles, glancing towards the wall, at the photo of him and a Sasuke struggling not to smile standing on the pier in the foreground of the Shinshibaura Canal.
“You’re right.” Sasuke agrees with an absent hum. “It’s much worse.”
“You’re just saying that because I didn’t stop laughing when I said your face was starting to look like a toma-”
“Out of second-hand embarrassment for someone so blatantly tone-deaf. Making such a scene in public like that...”
“Spending Christmas Eve in Shibaura, you can’t tell me you weren’t-”
“Forget it.” Thin lips draw into a firm line, and there’s a slight hunch to Sasuke’s back as he folds his arms over the sketchbook in his lap. “You know I’m not-”
“Yeah, I know, I know.” Smile coaxing, Naruto lifts Sasuke’s face with both palms rubbing circles against squished cheeks. “I don’t go for that type of stuff, either. Mostly. But celebrating this kind of couple’s occasion together for the first time, it’ll be fun. Promise.”
“You keep saying that about too many things.”
“Because it will be. Fun, that is. And you usually end up going along with what I say anyway, eventually, so I don’t see why you won’t save us both the trouble and just give in now.”
Sasuke pushes away the hands holding his face. “What part of no,” he says, carefully removing Naruto’s glasses, with the bend of thin, dark red frames held between two fingers, “do you not understand?”
“Eh, sometimes it’s really hard to tell with these kinds of things concerning someone like you.”
Giving him this resigned sort of expectant look, Sasuke simply stares, only breaking the seemingly indifferent gaze when he suddenly blows air into Naruto’s right eye.
Naruto blinks once. Then two more times. “Especially when you do things like that.”
Head tilted towards him, Sasuke makes this vague little noise, not quite a yes but definitely not another no, either, so Naruto takes it as his cue to move forward, leaning closer to Sasuke, because he knows it’s only a matter of time before his very useful ability to be annoyingly persistent (or so Sasuke claims) wins out against Sasuke’s not so reluctant appearance of reluctance.
“How long have you known me, Naruto?”
“Long enough that if I buy you that really bitter dark chocolate for Valentine’s Day, you’ll buy me that fruit cream white chocolate I really like for White Day?”
At the corner of Sasuke’s mouth is the slightest little twitch. There’s this almost there, almost shy kind of smile that just about makes Naruto’s heart drop to his stomach and jump right back up to do all these crazy stupid flip-flops behind his chest.
“Or-or,” he says, raising a finger alongside the teasing glint in his eyes, “how about you buy me that really fluffy kind of chocolate for Valentine’s Day, and I’ll buy you those strawberry marshmallows you think I don’t know you secretly like for White Day.”
Gently, Sasuke places the rectangular glasses on Naruto’s face, adjusting the bridge of the frames resting on Naruto’s nose. “Spending money on those kinds of things, there’s no point.”
Naruto grins, stretching his left arm behind Sasuke and letting it hang over the back of the couch. “Then maybe you could just let me be your Valentine.”
Head thrown back, lying on top of Naruto’s arm, Sasuke makes another little noise, this time more of a groan that doesn’t exactly not sound like exasperation, giving the impression there’s probably something unflattering about Naruto’s intelligence floating around in his head. “Isn’t it enough that you never leave me alone?”
“Being around you so much, being able to bother you like this, because I have the chance to do it now...” Naruto blushes with a nervous laugh. He stares at the various ink pens scattered on the coffee table, rubbing the heel of his palm along the fabric of his pants. “Sometimes, I, uh...I get this really strong feeling-sort of like this...this need to try to make up for all that time before I met you, even though I already know I’ll never be able to, so...”
“...admitting to that kind of thing so readily,” Sasuke murmurs, looking away when Naruto raises his head to watch him. Sitting up, he reaches for the sketchbook that nearly falls to the floor. He slides out the pencil tucked inside the spine and opens the sketchbook to a blank page. Flipping the barrel between two fingers, he pokes Naruto’s nose with the small eraser white save for the few marks barely showing signs of use. “Who knows what I should do with such a forward guy.”
Again, Naruto blinks, eyes tracing the light grey lines following the path of the pencil now being led across paper. “What was that for?”
Gaze lowered, Sasuke keeps his attention on his sketchbook, profile partially hidden by dark hair, but then this smug little grin starts to surface when he pushes the hair away from his face. “I won’t go through the trouble of buying something I already know how to make. It’s a waste of-”
“Homemade chocolate?” Despite the very noticeable tic forming over Sasuke’s left eye, Naruto’s already wide smile continues to grow as he scoots closer to him. “Really? Since it’s the thought that counts, I wouldn’t mind risking food poisoning for this kind of rare proposal from you, but you’ll really make me-”
“Who said I’d give you homemade chocolate?” Lips pursed, Sasuke turns narrowed eyes on Naruto, the dig about his occasionally questionable cooking skills all but forgotten. “Making that kind of assumption on your own, I said I wasn’t going to buy chocolate for you. Not buying chocolate doesn’t necessarily mean I’d actually-”
“Too late.” With mock concern, Naruto shakes his head. He consoles Sasuke with a couple pats on the shoulder, cautiously removing his hand when Sasuke gives him this incredibly grumpy look. “Can’t take back what you already said.”
Annoyed glance replacing the glare, Sasuke leans forward, setting his sketchbook and pencil on the coffee table in exchange for the mug of tea he picks up with both hands. “You’re looking too deeply into the situation.”
“It’s okay. For your sake, I can pretend to be surprised.”
Taking a small sip, wary, Sasuke peers at him from over the rim of the Doraemon mug. “Sitting so close to me while wearing that kind of shameless expression...”
Naruto reaches for both bottles of beer. Tipping one upside down, holding it by the neck, then uses the sharp edge of the undercarriage to pop off the other bottle’s cap. “You shouldn’t say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Anything that involves you is a bad thing.” Sasuke takes another sip of his tea, completely unmoved as they both watch the beer cap fly to the other side of the room and hit the wall. “And you couldn’t use the bottle opener because...”
“And pass on the chance to show off? Come on, Sasuke.” Grin on the far side of disarming, Naruto sets down the other beer. Grabbing the remote with his free hand, he lies back on the couch, stretching his legs and propping his feet on the edge of the coffee table. “Displaying my skill with that kind of technique, even you have to admit it was cool.”
“I didn’t know being able to open a bottle could be considered a skill.”
“Like you weren’t impressed.”
Leaning against him, Sasuke snorts, but there’s still this tiny little smile he tries to hide behind the mug he raises to his mouth, the same shy kind of smile that only serves to further encourage Naruto’s grin at the half-hearted nudge from Sasuke’s fingers pressing into his side. “Just start the movie.”
So yet another part to When Naruto Met Sasuke, but I still sort of like these two here.
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Characters: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1844
Summary: “The last time I let you finish that kind of irresponsible train of thought, you tried to sing to me.”
Two beers in hand, Naruto places the bottles on the coffee table, next to the bowl of caramel popcorn and the Doraemon mug nearly full of Sasuke’s tea still steeping.
“So...”
Sasuke continues to sketch, not looking up as Naruto plops down beside him. Bright orange mechanical pencil in hand, fingers smudged with graphite and blue ink direct swift motions across an imaginary landscape, recreating a wide scope of mountains overlooking a vast sea in the middle of a storm.
“There’s something I’ve been putting a lot of thought into lately.”
Turning his black sketchbook sideways, Sasuke shifts a little, keeping his legs crossed and leaning his elbow against the left arm of the couch. He still doesn’t acknowledge Naruto, focused on the sketch slowly beginning to come to life.
“Taking you to Mobara, introducing you to my family...”
Casual, bringing his right foot over his left knee, Naruto clears his throat. Following a short pause, including Sasuke’s lack of response, he does it again. Then again. And again. After clearing his throat for a fifth time, finally, Sasuke acknowledges his existence.
“Yes, I am ignoring you on purpose.”
The sound of Naruto sucking his teeth cuts through the repetitive music from the TV playing in the background. “Pretending I’m not here, that kind of method, there’s no way you still think it’d ever work on me.”
Loosening his hold on the pencil’s barrel, Sasuke begins to add more detail, lightly shading to define the smaller mountains farther off in the distance. “Unless you want to extend your rental fee for a movie we aren’t even watching...”
Naruto mimics Sasuke’s bored tone. He makes a few faces, sticking out his tongue for good measure. “Anyway, like I was saying, since the day after the thirteenth is next Tue-”
“Here’s where I’m going to be generous and do you a favour.” Gaze fixed on his sketch, Sasuke pauses, teeth dragging along the corner of his bottom lip. His thumb taps twice the top of his pencil with two quick clicks pushing lead through the other end. “Whatever it is you’re thinking-no.”
Naruto scrunches his nose, right foot falling to the cushion and pressed against his inner thigh as the upper half of his body turns towards Sasuke. “You don’t even know what I’m going to say.”
“You want to make a big deal out of Valentine’s Day. That’s all I need to know.”
“What’s wrong with wanting to do something roman-”
“No.”
“Tch. If you’d just let me fini-”
“The last time I let you finish that kind of irresponsible train of thought, you tried to sing to me.” Sasuke lifts his gaze, glare pronounced and not the least bit close to forgiving. “You even think to pull that kind of shit with me again, Naruto, and I guarantee you will be spending the rest of your life alone.”
Naruto shoves at Sasuke’s knee with his leg. “You stingy bastard, I was the one freezing my ass off after I gave you my-”
Shoving him back, Sasuke scoffs, closing the sketchbook and slipping the clip of his pencil onto the spiral binding. “Only because it made you stop screeching at me with that Yamashita song.”
“...I don’t think my singing’s that bad,” Naruto mumbles, glancing towards the wall, at the photo of him and a Sasuke struggling not to smile standing on the pier in the foreground of the Shinshibaura Canal.
“You’re right.” Sasuke agrees with an absent hum. “It’s much worse.”
“You’re just saying that because I didn’t stop laughing when I said your face was starting to look like a toma-”
“Out of second-hand embarrassment for someone so blatantly tone-deaf. Making such a scene in public like that...”
“Spending Christmas Eve in Shibaura, you can’t tell me you weren’t-”
“Forget it.” Thin lips draw into a firm line, and there’s a slight hunch to Sasuke’s back as he folds his arms over the sketchbook in his lap. “You know I’m not-”
“Yeah, I know, I know.” Smile coaxing, Naruto lifts Sasuke’s face with both palms rubbing circles against squished cheeks. “I don’t go for that type of stuff, either. Mostly. But celebrating this kind of couple’s occasion together for the first time, it’ll be fun. Promise.”
“You keep saying that about too many things.”
“Because it will be. Fun, that is. And you usually end up going along with what I say anyway, eventually, so I don’t see why you won’t save us both the trouble and just give in now.”
Sasuke pushes away the hands holding his face. “What part of no,” he says, carefully removing Naruto’s glasses, with the bend of thin, dark red frames held between two fingers, “do you not understand?”
“Eh, sometimes it’s really hard to tell with these kinds of things concerning someone like you.”
Giving him this resigned sort of expectant look, Sasuke simply stares, only breaking the seemingly indifferent gaze when he suddenly blows air into Naruto’s right eye.
Naruto blinks once. Then two more times. “Especially when you do things like that.”
Head tilted towards him, Sasuke makes this vague little noise, not quite a yes but definitely not another no, either, so Naruto takes it as his cue to move forward, leaning closer to Sasuke, because he knows it’s only a matter of time before his very useful ability to be annoyingly persistent (or so Sasuke claims) wins out against Sasuke’s not so reluctant appearance of reluctance.
“How long have you known me, Naruto?”
“Long enough that if I buy you that really bitter dark chocolate for Valentine’s Day, you’ll buy me that fruit cream white chocolate I really like for White Day?”
At the corner of Sasuke’s mouth is the slightest little twitch. There’s this almost there, almost shy kind of smile that just about makes Naruto’s heart drop to his stomach and jump right back up to do all these crazy stupid flip-flops behind his chest.
“Or-or,” he says, raising a finger alongside the teasing glint in his eyes, “how about you buy me that really fluffy kind of chocolate for Valentine’s Day, and I’ll buy you those strawberry marshmallows you think I don’t know you secretly like for White Day.”
Gently, Sasuke places the rectangular glasses on Naruto’s face, adjusting the bridge of the frames resting on Naruto’s nose. “Spending money on those kinds of things, there’s no point.”
Naruto grins, stretching his left arm behind Sasuke and letting it hang over the back of the couch. “Then maybe you could just let me be your Valentine.”
Head thrown back, lying on top of Naruto’s arm, Sasuke makes another little noise, this time more of a groan that doesn’t exactly not sound like exasperation, giving the impression there’s probably something unflattering about Naruto’s intelligence floating around in his head. “Isn’t it enough that you never leave me alone?”
“Being around you so much, being able to bother you like this, because I have the chance to do it now...” Naruto blushes with a nervous laugh. He stares at the various ink pens scattered on the coffee table, rubbing the heel of his palm along the fabric of his pants. “Sometimes, I, uh...I get this really strong feeling-sort of like this...this need to try to make up for all that time before I met you, even though I already know I’ll never be able to, so...”
“...admitting to that kind of thing so readily,” Sasuke murmurs, looking away when Naruto raises his head to watch him. Sitting up, he reaches for the sketchbook that nearly falls to the floor. He slides out the pencil tucked inside the spine and opens the sketchbook to a blank page. Flipping the barrel between two fingers, he pokes Naruto’s nose with the small eraser white save for the few marks barely showing signs of use. “Who knows what I should do with such a forward guy.”
Again, Naruto blinks, eyes tracing the light grey lines following the path of the pencil now being led across paper. “What was that for?”
Gaze lowered, Sasuke keeps his attention on his sketchbook, profile partially hidden by dark hair, but then this smug little grin starts to surface when he pushes the hair away from his face. “I won’t go through the trouble of buying something I already know how to make. It’s a waste of-”
“Homemade chocolate?” Despite the very noticeable tic forming over Sasuke’s left eye, Naruto’s already wide smile continues to grow as he scoots closer to him. “Really? Since it’s the thought that counts, I wouldn’t mind risking food poisoning for this kind of rare proposal from you, but you’ll really make me-”
“Who said I’d give you homemade chocolate?” Lips pursed, Sasuke turns narrowed eyes on Naruto, the dig about his occasionally questionable cooking skills all but forgotten. “Making that kind of assumption on your own, I said I wasn’t going to buy chocolate for you. Not buying chocolate doesn’t necessarily mean I’d actually-”
“Too late.” With mock concern, Naruto shakes his head. He consoles Sasuke with a couple pats on the shoulder, cautiously removing his hand when Sasuke gives him this incredibly grumpy look. “Can’t take back what you already said.”
Annoyed glance replacing the glare, Sasuke leans forward, setting his sketchbook and pencil on the coffee table in exchange for the mug of tea he picks up with both hands. “You’re looking too deeply into the situation.”
“It’s okay. For your sake, I can pretend to be surprised.”
Taking a small sip, wary, Sasuke peers at him from over the rim of the Doraemon mug. “Sitting so close to me while wearing that kind of shameless expression...”
Naruto reaches for both bottles of beer. Tipping one upside down, holding it by the neck, then uses the sharp edge of the undercarriage to pop off the other bottle’s cap. “You shouldn’t say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Anything that involves you is a bad thing.” Sasuke takes another sip of his tea, completely unmoved as they both watch the beer cap fly to the other side of the room and hit the wall. “And you couldn’t use the bottle opener because...”
“And pass on the chance to show off? Come on, Sasuke.” Grin on the far side of disarming, Naruto sets down the other beer. Grabbing the remote with his free hand, he lies back on the couch, stretching his legs and propping his feet on the edge of the coffee table. “Displaying my skill with that kind of technique, even you have to admit it was cool.”
“I didn’t know being able to open a bottle could be considered a skill.”
“Like you weren’t impressed.”
Leaning against him, Sasuke snorts, but there’s still this tiny little smile he tries to hide behind the mug he raises to his mouth, the same shy kind of smile that only serves to further encourage Naruto’s grin at the half-hearted nudge from Sasuke’s fingers pressing into his side. “Just start the movie.”