this is a 50 prompt project of mine that I will update and complete when time allows─to be honest, this is just an excuse to write my otp while trying to improve my writing style, I might even rewrite a few things, but I'm unsure of that part, yet.
also, when i finish i will post the list of prompts for anyone who's interested in trying them, alright then.
prompt 01. introduction
summary: they met in a flurry of limbs, and scattered papers, it was anything but normal.
He had met her in a flurry of limbs, and scattered papers.
He had been rushing to his next class since his alarm clock was turned off by his incredibly stupid roommate. He hadn't been paying attention to anything, much less those around him, because he just didn't have the time to care for anything else at the moment. This would be his fourth tardy and apparently Kakashi didn't allow any tardy's from his students. He couldn't help but bitterly think that no such thing applied when it was Kakashi himself when he was late.
She was─well, to be honest, he's not positive he knows what she was doing exactly. All he knows is that one moment he had been frantically running to class, his mind focused on solely that goal that he never noticed her standing on a chair, stapling some papers on to the bulletin board in the hallway. Before he could even register her presence in his mind, he ended up colliding with her chair, and her. She had squeaked out in surprise, the brightly colored papers she had held scattering all around them as she fell right along with him.
His eyes had been shut at the moment of impact, but after briefly grieving the ache in his knees and hands, he opened them. When he did so he had been met with a bubblegum pink hair. She lifted her head after a small moment, and when she did, his dark eyes had met with the greenest pair of eyes he'd ever seen on a pair, a shade he never knew someone could have. Her eyes were big, like the bottoms of glass bottles, and he wondered if girl's her age could even have eyes like that─eyes that seemed more fit for a child, or even a porcelain doll.
Her eyes were wide as they bored into his own, and soon enough she began to blush a brightly scarlet. His face had hovered over her own as she stammered through a series of apologies. A part of him had been so stunned that he couldn't even muster a proper response, the other part of him was nagging him to apologize, after all, he was the one who had toppled over her.
"I don't want to be a spoil sport, but you're kind of heavy," she tells him softly, her cheeks still a bright red.
He blinks, coming back to his senses and rushing to get off of her, clearing his throat in the process. He extends his arm towards her, hand open for her to take, and she does so with a large smile on her lips. Once she's standing up she begins to brush off her jeans with her hands, muttering incoherently to herself while he stares at her.
"I apologize," she says once more, her smile still firm on her lips, "I needed these flyers hung up and I didn't see you coming."
His mouth would've dropped open, had he not been who he is, because damn it, this whole thing wasn't even her fault, he had been careless and inconsiderate to everyone around him just because he was late. He allows his gaze to wander over to the scattered mess of colored flyers on the ground all around them, and the chair tipped over not far from them. He almost snorts, yeah, this was his fault entirely, he moves his eyes back to her, and frowns, she's too nice, especially for taking credit for something she had nothing to do with.
"No, I-'m sorry," he clears his throat, "I was late for class, I wasn't paying attention."
"No, really-" she starts before noticing his discarded guitar case, a small, knowing smile stretches across her lips, "I can only assume you take guitar with Kakashi-sensei, I understand your rush if that's the case."
He looks at her carefully, "You've had Kakashi before?"
"No," she shakes her head, "he's a family member, actually."
His eyes widen for a split second, "You're related to him?"
"Yeah, he actually married my aunt," she snickers, "but that's neither here nor there."
"Aa."
"Well," she starts awkwardly, "I'll get our of your way since you're probably already late."
He watches as she moves around him, bending down and beginning to pick up all the scattered papers. He frowns before checking his watch and notes that he has a total of two minutes to get into a classroom mere feet away. He looks back towards the pinkette before sighing and placing his guitar case down once more. He crouches down next to her and begins to help her, she doesn't say a word to him, doesn't even look up to thank him, but even so, he finds himself completely and utterly immersed in her.
"Uchiha Sasuke, you're late, again."
His eyes widen, holding on to the papers he collected tightly, his eyes moving upwards. Kakashi is walking towards where he is with lazy steps, a cup of coffee in one hand, and his other hand is stuffed into his pants' pocket. He's also late─like he is every single time they have class─and Sasuke knows he'll get lectured without a shadow of a doubt.
He prepares himself for an explanation before the girl next to him shoots up, holding on to her papers tightly, and giving Kakashi a very timid smile. Kakashi stops in front of them, looking at them both with interest in his normally bored, droopy eyes.
"He was going to be on time, honest," she says biting the inside of her cheek, looking up at him with regret in her green eyes, even Sasuke has to admit that he wants to believe her.
"That so?" Kakashi hums, almost not buying it as he takes a sip of his coffee.
She nods quickly, "I bumped into him while I was heading over to the bulletin board, he was just helping me out even though I was the klutz."
Sasuke stands up after picking up the last paper, watching their interaction carefully, hoping Kakashi will believe her. He notes that Kakashi has a very particular look in his eyes, the same look Naruto often gets when he makes up an excuse for something, as if saying without words that he doesn't, and won't ever believe a thing you say.
Sasuke expects Kakashi to shut down the pinkette─call her out her blatant attempt at a lie─he's surprised when Kakashi's features relax instead. He smiles behind that (stupid)mask of his, placing a hand on the girl's head and ruffling her hair.
"I suppose I can let it slide today since he was helping you out, let's go Sasuke, I'll allow you to be late with me just this once."
Sasuke blinks as Kakashi begins to walk away from him, yet again with lazy steps despite his tardiness. He moves to hand the flyers to the pinkette, and she smiles as she places them on top of the pile she collected herself. He gives her one last look before picking up his guitar case and turning on his heel, walking towards Kakashi quickly.
"I'm Sakura by the way!" she calls out to him.
He turns his head and watches as she waves goodbye to him rather excitedly, before she moves over to the chair and picks it up, fixing it in order to climb back on top of it and continue on with her task.
"I'm Sasuke," he says in a firm voice.
She looks up from what she's doing and grins, "Nice to meet you, Sasuke."
"Hn."
He continues to stare at her until Kakashi's free hand falls on his head and suddenly he finds himself turning forward, his vision no longer filled with the pretty pinkette who was stapling up flyers.
"Now, now, Uchiha," Kakashi sighs, "don't get cocky, just because I accepted my niece's poor attempt at lying to me doesn't mean I'll allow this to continue."
He stares at Kakashi carefully, wondering why he allowed them to get with it if he knew she was lying to begin with. He grips his case's handle tighter and watches as Kakashi's features change. Suddenly there's something much softer in his eyes, and Sasuke's surprised that someone like Kakashi even has that kind of expression to begin with.
"Sakura, she's a good girl," he says then, "very sweet, a little too innocent."
Sasuke blinks, "Aa."
"Hm, I can't say anything for you, but from where I stand I can see she's made quite the impression," Kakashi says, his voice taunting, "is that right?"
Sasuke scoffs, before he feels his cheeks heat up slightly, "H-Hn."
Sasuke turns his head back once more, watching as the pinkette staples papers on the board carefully. Her brows are furrowed in concentration, her small tongue sticking out of her mouth as she fights to center the paper just right.
"Uchiha, she likes cosmos," Kakashi says, a smug look in his eyes.
He turns back around, a small smirk forming on his lips.
Oh yeah? Well, I happen to like her.