Sasuke stirs in his sleep, the sound of chirping birds rattling in his head, he emits a low growl when he opens his eyes to se Naruto peering into his.

"'Mornin, Sasuke," Naruto purrs.

Saasuke grunts a reply, he stands up from his post near the tree, he stretches, his back making a pleasurable cracking sound.

He turns to Naruto. "You should go find some wood, so we can build a fire."

Sasuke slowly peels off his clothing, happy to be rid of the offensive grimed covered articles. He steps into the river, washing off the dirt caked onto his skin. His mind wanders as he thinks about Naruto's sweaty, panting face.

Sasuke imagines Naruto's hands roaming across his body, gracing the contours of his rib cage, gliding over his chest, as he wildly thrust's into the blonde's tight-

"Doooooooobe!" Sasuke screams as he bolts up from his bed, his shirt clinging to his sweaty form. He groans loudly in frustration, tousling his already messed up bed head.

Itachi's head appears in the doorframe. "Having another wet dream about Naruto?"

"Shut up!" Sasuke throws a pillow at the open door, but it closes as quickly as it was opened. The pillow hits the door with a loud smack, sliding to the floor.

Sasuke leans against the wall of Konoha High, bento box resting in his hand, untouched and yet to be eaten.

What the hell...that dream couldn't have meant anything…it probably just one of those weird food induced dream-

"Yo, Sasuke!" Naruto peers into Sasuke's face, his body upside down, the edges of his shoes the only thing keeping him from falling from the wall.

Sasuke casts his infamous nonchalant icy glare. The bell rings throughout the school building and courtyard. Sasuke covers his bento, pushes himself off of the wall, and walks away.

Naruto executes a perfect backflip, landing softly on the grass below him. He stares at his friend's retreating back and shoves his thumbs into the pockets of his black uniform pants, the slight breeze ruffling his white button down shirt.

"Yo! Naruto what's up with Uchiha?" Shikamaru walks toward Naruto, stifling a yawn.

Naruto ponders this question, but shrugs.

The summer heavily beats down on the school, a slight, but minimal breeze blows. The dragonflies dart across the open space, in a drunken stupor due to the atmosphere.

The stifling heat affects all of the students, the open windows' doing little to cool them down. Half of the students heavily asleep, their heads lying on their desks. Other students flicking paper balls against their classmates heads.

Sasuke glances at Naruto, three seats to his left. He pays little heed to Iruka-sensei's lesson on the Pythagorean Theorem and other mathematical formulas. He watches the way Naruto scrunches up his nose, the way his lips look so soft and kiss-

The palm of Sasuke's hand loudly connects with his desk. Everyone immediately wakes up, most of them jumping out of their seats, Naruto the only one who's still asleep.

"Sasuke is there something you need?" Iruka sternly stares at him, dry erase board marker hovering inches away from the whiteboard.

Sasuke clears his throat, "no, nothing, you can carry on."

Iruka turns back to the board, "…as I was saying if we use pi in the equation, then multiply it all by three, square it by its power, we finally…"

Sasuke strolls down the sidewalk, clouds moving slowly in the sky, the temperature dropping by a few degrees.

"Hey, Sasuke!" Naruto graps Sasuke's shoulder.

"What?" The dark haired boy responds coolly.

"A bunch of us were gonna hook up and go to that new restaurant that opened. We were wondering if you wanted to join us?"

"I'm not really in-"

Naruto shouts back to his friends, "he says he's coming with us!" Naruto drags him along.