A series of interconnected Drabble that would focus on Sasuke and Sakura's married life.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Prompt 1: The Smell of Fresh Paint
The smell was nostalgic—it was the smell of their Genin days, of D-rank missions barely completed without Naruto and Sasuke bickering, and Kakashi flipping a page of his infamous orange book.
With practiced ease, she coated the aged walls of the Uchiha Manor with cream paint which, interestingly, was Sasuke's personal choice. She smiled at her progress; she would be able to finish painting the room in half an hour if given no disruptions.
Speaking of which..
She stopped and peered across the hall where Naruto and Kakashi should be finishing their sections. A small frown marred her features upon noticing that her two teammates were gone.
Like a mother hen, Sakura shuffled out of the room, hands on her hips, a lecture ready on her lips, in search of the current Hokage and her former teacher. They were supposed to be helping Sasuke get re-acquainted with his old house, not playing hide and seek! At age 20, Naruto was too old to be pulling vanishing acts like this with their former sensei.
She found no traces of the two. Instead, she found Sasuke in the kitchen, washing a plump tomato underneath the faucet. He turned slightly and nodded to her, acknowledging her presence.
With a sigh, Sakura leaned against the countertop. "Naruto and Kakashi are gone."
A non-committal grunt was his answer.
Sakura surveyed her surroundings, "Your house is only half done."
"Aa."
"Kakashi-sensei—I would understand. But Naruto? He's too ecstatic with your return that he wouldn't pass the opportunity to spend time with you."
He stopped midway from biting his tomato, an eyebrow raised in bland amusement. "What are you trying to insinuate?"
"Nothing," she replied with a roll of her eyes. She didn't want to incur Sasuke's wrath by updating him on the rumors surrounding his and Naruto's 'bromance'—as what Ino would like to call it.
The Master's bedroom and the dining room were still not done. If she and Sasuke would make a clone each, they could at least fill Naruto's and Kakashi's places. She sighed and snuck a glance at Sasuke, about to voice her suggestion when he spoke first.
"Sakura."
She blinked in surprise, her head tilting in his direction. "Sasuke?"
He threw a tomato at her which she caught expertly. When her green eyes flickered back at him, the corners of his lips were now quirked in a smirk. "Marry me."
And she sucked in a deep breath, the smell of fresh paint invading her senses, nostalgic, reminding her of the twelve year old Sakura, who had dreamed of hearing those words from him. Yet, twenty year old Sakura continued to hope.
Her lips quivered, her fingers balling into fists and she hit his arm not so lightly. He winced slightly but did not move away.
"Really Sasuke-kun? That's the most romantic you can be? A tomato proposal?" she choked, her tears blurring her vision.
"Aa." When she saw his smile, she knew it would be a Yes.
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