Sasori slowly scrolled through the pages of fanfiction, while running his wooden fingers through red tresses. "Such horrible writing!" he exclaimed aloud.

"Hn?" Blonde and fit, Deidara sauntered through the office door, a slight skip to his step. He walked over to his roommate, and leaned over his shoulder. Sasori tried to minimize the screen, but Deidara caught a glimpse of the page before he could do so. "Ah! Sasori-kun reads fanfiction, too!" He threw his hands up in excitement, his voice reaching a higher pitch with every word.

"What of it?" Sasori growled.

Deidara giggled to himself. "Nothing, Danna. Are you reading about us, hn?" He danced around the chair, twirling his blonde hair so that the smell of his shampoo filled the air.

Sasori turned around to face he younger, naïve boy in front of him. "I only read good fanfiction," he scoffed.

Deidara feigned shock and stuck his lower lip forward in a pout. "I bet there's good stories about us, un." He then brought a finger to his cheek and grinned. "I bet there are some really good ones." He giggled, jumping around to tease his partner.

"You wouldn't know good writing if it bit you in the ass." Sasori rolled his eyes about their wooden socket.

"Hmf." Deidara walked over to the small sofa that occupied their study room and sat down. "Well, what makes a good fanfiction, expert Sasori?"

The redheaded boy smirked. "I'm so glad you asked."