NHL18: I know, I know... Another story when I haven't even finished my others. This particular story was on my mind for a long time.

This is a SASUSAKU story! Everyone kept telling me to write one and even though this pairing isn't my favorite like NaruHina, I still like SasuSaku! I want to get used to the characters.

Rated M for um... reasons...

Summary: They found themselves in a tight situation. Just when things couldn't get any worse, sparks fly between them and they hated themselves for it.

This is just what Sasuke needed. Once again his washing machine and dryer stopped working. He really wanted to call those damn people who fixed it the first time his machines malfunctioned. Those people claimed they knew what they were doing. Countless of times Sasuke asked to see some identification and their excuse was that they left it back at the workplace. Something in Sasuke's head told him they were lying. They didn't seem like they were licensed to work, not to mention the tools they used to fix his machines didn't even look right.

"I paid their asses $650.00." Sasuke huffed in anger as he kicked the machine in front of him which gave off a gurgling noise. He had planned to go to the bar with the guys today but, he didn't have enough clean clothes. He thought his machine was fixed because it looked brand new. He felt iffy about the whole thing but put his clothes in the machine to wash only for it to stop working mid cycle. Sasuke had to dig his clothes out of the washer; all soaked and dripping wet. He had thought his dryer would at least be working and wrung out the water in his clothes. As soon as he pushed the button to start the dryer, a loud pop noise erupted from it and all the lights in his basement went out.

"I paid $850.00 the first god damn time!" He wasn't yelling at no one in particular, he was just angry. Not just at those two bastards who claimed they knew what they were doing, but also at himself for believing them and paying a total of $1500.00. Sasuke knew he should've never trusted them. He was way smarter than this.

Going upstairs, he went over to the electric box and turned the button off then on for the basement. He huffed once he went back downstairs and almost tore the hair out of his head once he saw water leaking from his washing machine. Luckily for him, he had a drainer in the middle of the basement floor. Sasuke then took a deep breath to calm himself down from lashing out at nothing in particular. He wasn't the type of guy to have anger issues, but he did have his moments. "It's too early in the morning for this shit," he said as he ran upstairs to his kitchen and went underneath the sink to grab garbage bags. Going back down to his basement, he started to bag all of his wet clothes, wrinkling his nose at the sight of water dripping from them. "This is just what I needed," he tied the bag up and took one last look at his machines. "Another trip to the laundromat."

Sakura hated the laundromat. Being in a public place to wash clothes, wasn't her thing at all. It's bad enough she has to here since she lives in an apartment. Luckily, she stays on the first floor so, it isn't a hassle getting her laundry in and out of her home like it was for her neighbors. She sometimes or even all the time, had to help an old woman who stayed on the third floor, since no one else bothered to. She just wished that people were more sympathetic towards elderly people. It made no sense to her at all. Everyone would get to that stage in life and she was pretty sure they would want help too.

Sakura tried her best to remain calm. It was packed today and she grew a bit impatient as she waited for a machine. Everyone was loud and a few machines were done washing clothes but someone never took their clothes out of it. She doesn't even know whose clothes they are so she could let them know. Kids were running around and bouncing those tiny balls that bounce so high in the air that she just couldn't really focus. She figured she wouldn't be in the right if she told the kids to stop bouncing those balls, but their parents weren't paying attention to them. She sort of had this "intuition" that told her that since those kids' parents weren't paying attention to them, the parents wouldn't believe her is she told on their kids. She wasn't going to take that risk.

Sakura's attention went to someone finally taking their clothes out of one machine that she had set her eyes on to use. Her heart was practically pounding against her chest. 'This place is already overcrowded. That machine is the only one available at the moment and it's going to be mine.' She jumped up out of her seat as she watched the person grab the last piece of clothing out of the machine. She turned around for a brief second to grab her laundry and detergent and raced to the empty machine. Apparently, she wasn't the only one who had their eyes set on the machine.

"Um, excuse me sir," she feigned a smile at the tall man in front of her. "This machine is taken. You'll have to wait." The man just stared at her. Coldly. Almost intimidating her. "Do you speak English?" She asked the man. "I said, this machine is taken."

"Yes, this machine is taken," he finally spoke, his voice deep and unaffected by her words. "By me. Now, move."

NHL18: Ending it right here. I'm currently at work. Sorry! Hope you liked what I wrote so far! IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!