title: humming
summary: Little did she know that her humming was distracting and making his pants tighten... uncomfortably. AU. SasuSaku
inspiration(s): skype and upcoming physics finals.
warning: this is totally random, and sasuke is adorably out of character (i think)
written: (start) 27/10/11 – 5:21 p.m.
"Why can't we just talk through the phone?"
"Because," she said, obviously frustrated with his constant asking, "nii-san is using the phone. I swear, he's such a girl... talking for hours nonstop."
"Then tell him to stop."
"I did. Apparently though, he and your dear older brother have something important to discuss."
"Then why don't you just use your mobile?"
"Are you insane? I'm on prepaid, you know, unlike you Mr. I-can-afford-unlimited-plans. Why don't you call me?"
"Okay, okay, I give up. I see your point."
"I knew you would, Sasuke-kun."
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He sent a glare towards his laptop, where a soft (annoying) feminine hum originates.
"Sakura," he started, frustration evidently lacing his voice, running a hand through his hair, "can you please stop humming? It's fucking distracting." He didn't think it appropriate to tell her that her feminine sounds was making him uncomfortable, his pants feeling tighter by the second.
The humming stops (thankfully), but the silence that followed made him uncomfortable again (though in a complete different reason).
Looking up from his desk, his physics exercise book lay open before him, several questions requiring him to calculate the gravitational field strength (in the current question he was doing before he had to tell Sakura off) of Planet X, he glanced at his laptop screen, where his pink-haired best friend could be seen bent over her desk, furiously jutting down solutions and answers across her own exercise book before taking her scientific calculator to obviously calculate whatever she was calculating.
It was comforting to see that she was still there, but he preferred it when she was making a sound, that way, he didn't have to look up from his work just to... check her—to see if she was still there. Then realized it was actually his fault because he was, after all, the one who told her to stop humming because it was "distracting". He chastised himself for forgetting that she had a habit of being uncharacteristically quiet when focussed on something, and that humming was her way of making up for the lack of sound.
He sighed, thinking of a way that he could illicit a response from her—she didn't like being interrupted for thing non-related to the work present before her.
"Sakura?" he said
"Hmm?"
"What's the Universal gravitational constant again?"
"Oh, it's six-point-six-seven-times-ten-to-the-negative-eleven."
"Thanks," he mumbled, still unable to believe he asked her something like that just to get her to talk. Especially when he memorized all the physical constants by heart.
Then the humming starts again. He didn't know whether be relieved or annoyed.
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"Oi, Sasuke-kun?"
"What now, Sakura?"
"Oh, are you already asleep?"
"You know I go to sleep at eight-thirty."
"Well, there's something wrong with you."
A groan. "Whatever. What do you want?"
"What did you get on number eight?"
"You woke me up just for *that*?"
"Hey! This is important, you know."
"There should be solutions at the back of the textbook."
"Like I don't know that. Why'd you think I'd call you during your beauty sleep if I didn't know?'"
A smug smirk. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe you just wanted to hear my voice?"
"Ugh, you're so insufferably conceited and egotistical, you know that?"
"You never fail to remind me."
"Because you so damn are."
"Now, what do you want?"
"I already told you!"
"We strayed off the topic long enough for my sleepy mind to remember."
"I was asking you what you got for number eight!" she hissed.
"And I told you to look at the back of the book." God, sometimes she could be such...
"Well, my answer didn't match with it."
"Just do it again."
"I did! Twenty-two times, and I got the same answer."
"Can't this wait 'til tomorrow? In class?"
"No! Sasuke-kun, please!"
A sigh escaped his lips. "Fine. What did you get?"
She told him.
"Yeah, it matched with mine. Now can I go back to sleep?" (Though he didn't really know, 'coz he didn't bother getting up just to check his answers and compare it with hers.)
"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much, Sasuke-kun! You're the best, best, best—"
"Goodnight, Sakura."
Click.
written: (finish) 27/10/11 – 6:07 p.m.
so i've got this bunch of several every little thingdrabbles, though most of them still needs revising and editing. this is actually my twelfth (can you believe it?) drabble. done in over forty minutes, including the editing. i was doing this in the kitchen, while cooking, resulting to two burnt slices of pork (lol)
reviews are highly appreciated.