A/N: Let the bad OOC crack drabble thingy begin!

One day, after Sasuke had finished straightening his hair, (Pfft, you think that's natural?) and had applied all the necessary amounts of hairspray and gel, he was faced with the dilemma he had to overcome every damn morning.

The plug.

The evil plug.

The evil plug that wouldn't come out of the fucking socket no matter how much he pulled.

And every morning, inevitably, he'd be stuck on the floor, trying to wrench the stupid thing out so he could pack his straighteners into the dark recess of his closet, where nobody could ever find them, damnit.

Today was different though. Today was different because today, Sasuke was suffering for what us women like to call 'Male PMS'. As a man does not have to suffer through the pain of menstruation once a month, he really has nothing to whine about. But he whines anyway. Caution:

This includes mood swings, food cravings, a longing for hot baths and yes, even stomach cramps. But they might be faking the latter symptom. We shall never know… Insert Twighlight Zone music

Anyway, back to the story…

The evil plug that wouldn't come out of the fucking socket no matter how much our poor Sasuke pulled and pulled… wouldn't come out of the fucking socket no matter how much he pulled and pulled. Self-explanatory, I know, but I kinda like the sound of my own voice.

"Come on you annoying thing, you, come on, do it for Sasuke, eh? Please? Please?! COME ON! JUST GET OUT OF THE FUCKING SOCKET!"

The stress proved too much for our darling Sasuke-kun, who promptly burst into tears for the first time in… a very long while.

"If it isn't enough that my own brother killed my entire clan, that I have nearly died countless times, that I had to live with Orochimaru for three years, who licked me, by the way, repeatedly, NOW, my straighteners won't cooperate with me!!"

Our faces: O

Sasuke's face: D'

A few birds outside died at that moment. God rest those birds.

Amen.

After hours of furious sobbing, Sasuke took to rocking continuously forward and backwards, mumbling incoherently about 'mysterious people out to get him' and 'aliens'.

Naruto was in for a bit of a shock when he walked into the Uchiha's apartment after a day of hard training, on his lonesome.

"Sasuke-teme, how could you just not turn up like that?! And why isn't your door locked, anyone could have walked right in here! Mainly me, you know I like to surprise you, but that's not the-"

Naruto, surprisingly, kept an astounding level of cool upon seeing Uchiha Sasuke sucking his thumb like a baby, simply unplugging the 'cursed' straighteners with infuriating ease, and ignoring the enraged squawks forcing themselves past Sasuke's fingers.

He carefully removed the hand from Sasuke's mouth and enveloped the quaking body in a warm hug. (Time for collective 'Awwwwwws').

"Were your hair products out to get you again?"

"Mmhmm."

"It's okay, Sasuke, shhhhhhh… There, there."

"It was really bad this time, Naruto."

"You had Male PMS, didn't you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Don't worry, next time, I'll kick those straightener's asses for you, kay?"

"Love you, Naruto."

"Love you too, Sasuke."

A/N: I'm off to boil my head now, goodbye all!