As requested by The Fuzzy Slipper, a NaruSaku drabble.
Sakura stared long and hard at the offensive material she had found in the most unlikely of places. Really, it was to be expected with her boyfriend finally moving in with her that some of his things would end up where they didn't belong. It really didn't matter how many times she told him: it was like talking to a brick wall, sometimes a three-foot thick wall. That didn't stop her from shouting loudly across the apartment to where he was eating in the kitchen.
"Naruto! Idiot! What the Hell is a ramen cup doing in my underwear drawer?"
