Uploading some stories I wrote a while ago for the Sasuhina Tumblr tag.
General Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, and I honestly wouldn't want to at this point. It's more disappointing than my productivity. Anyway, this is going to be the only disclaimer because I have no interest in repeating the same thing over and over again.
"Come on Emo, we haven't go all day," Sai snapped, sounding almost impatient. His typical, fake smile had disappeared and in its place sat a stony frown. "You need to have a partner. The topic is romance."
"No," Sasuke replied, crossing his arms stubbornly. He stood in the middle of the art room, an incredibly messy but colorful room that always smelled of acrylics and glue. Encircled around him were a variety of wooden easels and art students, most of whom were as antsy and anxious as Sai. These live model romance sketches were due the next day and if they weren't done, they'd all be subject to the art teacher's wrath.
Sai had thought it would be entertaining to draw the grouchy Uchiha in exaggerated romance poses. Sasuke had owed him a favor, and since his partner was going to be Sakura, who'd gotten over her obsession with him a long time ago, he'd agreed to do it. But then Sakura had to do something for the Principal Tsunade and canceled. Now Sai was stuck with fan girls fighting over the "privilege" of being with their crush, an unresponsive Uchiha, and the very real possibility of failing an art assignment.
Needing a fast solution, Sai glanced around the room, and spotted his (maybe) savior.
"Hinata-san," he called, forgetting to use a nickname in his haste. The soft-spoken Hyuga female, who'd been quietly and intently working on her still life in the corner, started at the sound at her name. But before she could respond, Sai had grabbed her wrist and was dragging her from her corner to the center of the circle of easels, right beside Sasuke. "You're Sasuke's partner."
Sasuke reacted with uncharacteristic widening of eyes and a slight flush when his confused classmate was pushed into his private space. The expression, which looked so out of place on a face typically used for smirking, scowling and frowning, was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared, so fast that Sai wondered if it had even been there at all.
"Well...sure. I suppose I can tolerate her," the Uchiha muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets and turning his head slightly away.
"B-But Sai-san-" Hinata protested, gesturing futilely at her abandoned still-life sketch.
"Please Hinata-san," one of the art students pleaded desperately, clapping her hands together and bowing her head. "Sensei is going to kill us if we don't have these done."
Apparently too kind-hearted to simply abandon her classmates in their time of need, Hinata hesitantly relented. All the art students breathed a collective sigh of relief and picked up their pencils. Sai chased out the disappointed fan girls and took his place in front of his easel, glad that everything had somehow worked itself it. He also felt a spark of curiosity beginning to grow.
Through the rest of the drawing session, Sai watched in amusement as Sasuke and Hinata awkwardly went through each of the poses pitched at them. Sasuke fumbled around like a confused and disorientated cat, keeping his eyes on the ground and never looking his modeling partner in the eye. Hinata, of course, was boiled-lobster red the entire time and came very close to fainting whenever they did some of the "closer" poses. She practically ran out of the art room when all the artists had finished their drawings.
"Hey Emo," Sai called out, catching Sasuke before he too could escape. Sai's false smile had returned, this time laced with diabolical glee. The resulting combination must have been quite disturbing, if Sasuke's unnerved expression was anything to go by.
"What."
Sai flipped through his sketchbook until he found the picture he'd been looking for. Sasuke took the picture, opening his mouth to give a scathing remark. But then he looked down at the picture and froze, color rushing to his cheeks.
It showed one of the simpler poses: a stoic Uchiha clumsily holding the hand of a flustered Hyuga, with both of them looking away in embarrassment. Sai had altered the expressions a bit. In his sketch, the two of them were looking at each other, a small, shy grin on both of their faces. (Though since the Uchiha was physically incapable of smiling, he'd had to take some pretty big artistic liberties). The effect was...actually rather nice. It certainly elicited some amusing results from Sasuke.
"It's yours to keep." Sai had all the sketches he needed anyway. "Maybe one day it'll actually happen."
"Mind...Mind you're own business," Sasuke stammered, tucking the picture safely into his jacket pocket. Ducking his head, the Uchiha hastily left the art room, leaving behind a highly amused Sai. The pale artist's fake smile slowly turned into a full-blown evil grin as he contemplated just what he'd do with this new tidbit of information.