I won't lie.
I listened to Shokk - You Reposted in the Wrong Neighborhood when I wrote this. I've had this prompt sitting in my document since I wrote 'Other Fish, and Mister Right', but was struggling how to set this up. I'm not even entirely sure I like this, but hey remember this is all about the fun and the challenge right?
Title: Opposites Attract
Prompt: We started racing up the three flights of stairs to class for some reason and we can't stop.
All overbearing, and all blonde—that was how you could describe his best friend.
He shifts his eyes to the boy beside him. No. Scratch that. Blonde did not begin to cover the air-headed stupidity of his best friend. It was his fault they were running late to school to start. Naruto sat beside him giving way to idle chatter he held no interest in. It was his fault they were even in this mess to start, and here he was as animated and goofy as ever.
It truly made no sense how they became friends. Opposites attract they said, and it's that thought that gives way to a snort.
"Oi! Are you even listening to me, teme!?" Naruto leans into him with his scowl reaching his blues.
"Dobe." he couldn't help but snort again shoving his friend off him to create the much desired personal space he liked.
Sticking his hands within the black dress pants he slouches within his seat watching out the window of the underground rail system. If there was one thing he could give himself credit for it was being able to drown out the rambunctious ramblings Naruto fell prone too so often.
There is annoyance as they hear the call for their stop and the subway train began to decelerate. They're bringing themselves up holding onto the pole closest to them holding their footing and ground as others join to raise and make way for the opening of doors.
Out they are going with a powerful stride dodging through people. They're not late yet, but his best friend's whining at his speed isn't exactly helpful. He had perfect attendance and he'd be damned if he let this moron of his ruin that. Who cares about perfect attendance their Senior year? He does, and he definitely intended to keep it.
The scowl decorating his face gives way at the ridiculousness his friend is spouting toward him. He's still not answering back, but that's nothing new, and Naruto always did talk enough for the both of them. The stragglers who either were either barely on time or late are coming into view and it only makes him want to increase the speed in his stride more. Sliding his phone out of his pocket he gazes at the time upon his lock screen—God it was gonna be close.
Naruto has other plans for him though, and it's at his laughter and a swift pat to his ass that makes him give way to a chuckle at the blondes antics. Sliding his phone back within his pocket lets him race after him with a grin on his face as they pass multiple of their classmates. He hops towards the wall of the school gate kicking off it pulling his fist back just long enough to see the surprise written within the blonde's blue eyes. He can't stop his smirk as his fist collides with it's intended targets face.
He gives way to the smallest of chuckles at his friend holding his head within his arms as he adjusts his white button up, and bag upon his shoulder, "Such a dumbass."
"Fuck you, you ass!" his friend is hissing from the ground but there's a grin regardless of the harsh words uttered.
"Sasuke-kun! Naruto! You're gonna be late!" the feminine laugh that hit his ears has him removing the grin from his lips.
All pale pink, and sea-foam green—that's what Sakura Haruno was made of—she's the intelligent, and softhearted girl within his established 'close friends' circle. Never count her out, and never question any form of mischievousness that makes itself known in those sea-foam green. Those sea-foam green have never left him questioning, and it's as she runs up to them with the brown leather school bag upon her shoulder they bought her for her birthday—who is he kidding Naruto just slapped his name together with his when he gave it to her—that he knows she's up to something.
Her fingers run through his ebony strands in a messy manner as more laughs find their way out of her mouth and she has taken off. He's quick in following the beat she's running with as Naruto's yells to wait fall upon deaf ears. All he's focused on is catching up to her. She practically slams into her locker as she rushes to slip into the correct shoes, and he's doing his best to keep up almost hitting his own locker just a few away from her.
They are exchanging looks between his ebony, and her sea-foam as they rush, and there's the brightest of smiles giving way to her teeth that only makes his smirk upon his own features deepen. One second of hesitation is all she gives him before they are off again and she's weaving and dodging between those that would dare to block her path. The hollers the bystanders shout out are gruff demanding they watch, but just as with Naruto they have fallen completely on deaf ears. There's no ruining this game of chase. He's right on her heel, and he cannot contain the laugh deep within his throat, and as if his laugh was contagious she's giving out the highest of squeaks, and giggles at feeling him so close behind her. It's on the second flight of stairs they pass their History teacher, Anko, and she's screaming for them to stop running.
"Uchiha! Haruno!"
There's no stopping this game of theirs though. He has no intention of letting the girl of pale pink, and sea-foam green out of his reach. He's just about the grab her shoulder when she swings around to the next set of stairs, and he uses his long legs to his advantage to start skipping steps. She's giving way to high pitched squeals—god it's thrilling.
Class is the furthest thing from his mind at this point.
What perfect attendance? He's a senior does it even matter in your last year?
Hell if he knows, or cares at this point.
There's no clear finish line at first and yet that doesn't stop them from deciding the rooftop is the goal unspoken between their laughing and taunting. There's not much distance between them while their legs carry them down the hall with continued yells to slow down come from all who witness this childish little game of cat and mouse. He's considering letting her have her way until their feet hit the fourth set of stairs. Oh, no, no, no—Uchiha's down lose regardless of how dumb the game—he has no intention of letting her win. Her squeals have turned into calls of cheating as he moves passed her, and he can barely slide to a momentary stop as his fingers slide the door open. The warmth of the sun that hits his scalp feels amazing running to the caged fencing around the roof giving way to broken laughter as his lungs burn for oxygen. His fingers have curled into the metal fence and she's following not far behind him letting herself running into him with desperate attempts to gain air and sooth her own burning lungs.
"Cheater! Such a cheater." she calls between breathes her fingers have found their ways into his sleeve as she bends over with her hand upon her knee catching her breath.
It's gazing upon her disheveled cream cardigan, navy skirt that sits just a few inches above her knees twisted out of place, and her bag at her feet that he can't help but let out more deep laughs. This girl of pale pink, and sea-foam green can only look up to him with those ever mischievous eyes. She's the closest female to him, and he knows deep down she has feelings for him. Thoughts of them have circulated his mind more than he'd like to admit. This right here though is what he fears will change. He doesn't want to lose moments like this between them—and that's not even touching the subject of his best friend's crush.
The bell signaling the start of class rings around them echoing in the air. Her wide doe-eyes are staring up at him as she groans at being late. The gentle tugs she gives to fix her disheveled form makes his fingers uncurl from the fence to help her. She stands still as he shifts the cardigan to sit properly onto small frame and smooth out the sections that have chosen to bunch up around her arms. The smallest of touches between them makes this moment feel way more intimate than it should. Those fingers of hers are now shifting his half untucked white button up shirt and fixing his collar that has popped up within their little game. Her fingers are unbelievably careful with their attempts to fix his own appearance.
There's the smallest guilt bubbling within his stomach. They're not doing anything wrong, and yet he feels like he's doing his best friend since childhood wrong within these moment.
"I'm almost done so don't make such a displeased face." she's murmuring as her fingers find their way into his hair to bring it back to some form of a tamed state.
She never lingers longer than she should and she knows he likes his personal space, unlike certain other people. . .with blonde hair. It's as she runs those fingers once again this morning within his hair and touching his warmed scalp that he notes the dusting of pale pink upon her cheeks before retracting them to fix her own tangled long locks. Grabbing the straps of the leather bag he bought her for her birthday whilst adjusting his own properly upon his shoulder gives him time to question for the smallest of seconds if he needs to rein in his ego.
She is giving way to a thank you but he doesn't hand it to her. He walks passed her telling her to follow which she does with no hesitation in sight. They are scolded for their late attendance and childish antics through the halls. Anko is merciless in her public shame as she scolds them for their bad manners this morning making sure to remind them that they are seniors. His best friend is already within his seat—he evidently had been on time, that asshole—with his face holding a grin even the Cheshire cat would be envious of. It's after they take their seats and he's twirling his pencil within his fingers that he feels Naruto seeking to get his attention.
"Hey teme, where did you and Sakura run off?" the blonde is doing what he physically cannot. He hasn't mastered how to whisper even now.
Sasuke can only give the slightest tilts of his head as he rests his chin upon the back of his hand still holding his pencil. Naruto could never seem to get that you had to actually lower your voice more than two levels to succeed in producing a whisper, and like clockwork Anko is quick to scold him as she had done to him, and Sakura in their tardiness. The class follows through with their muffled laughs, and he can pick hers out instantly.
Ebony shift to the window to keep himself from letting his eyes find her seated just three seats diagonally from him. Why his blonde best friend wouldn't just get his confession over with was beyond him. He needed to be more diligent before someone swept in and took her from him. Never mind. There's a scoff at that idea.
It's not till lunch when they've taken their spot up on the roof awaiting her that he pops the question, "Why haven't you asked her out?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" the blondes brows have pinched together at the question seemingly caught off guard by his best friend.
"You like her. Why haven't you asked her?" he responds between bites of the six inch Italian sub he had acquired from the school store.
"Why bother? She's got a thing for you." this what makes him pause mid bite to watch the blonde give a shrug, "It might not be a verbal rejection, but it's enough of a rejection as any." he chews for a second and pauses once more—since when did Naruto of all people think things out like that?
"Ah." he hums out before continuing on with his food settling for the silence Naruto so rarely gives. Ebony fall upon the blonde thoroughly engulfed within his own lunch. He didn't seem to ever give Naruto enough credit in the maturity section. His friend always baffled him when he would give way to such statements that showed his slowly gained maturity. He lets out another hum, "Be careful. Someone will steal her from you."
"Sasuke-teme, stop acting like you don't like her already—it's annoying as hell." it is the snort that follows that makes him choke on his food giving way to harsh coughs and the pounding of his fist to his chest in hopes to dislodge the food from his esophagus. The blonde thinks it's funny.
"Oh god, Naruto, what did you do to Sasuke-kun now?" there's a raised pale pink eyebrow to go with that side of sass she's throwing towards his best friend with crossed arms and weight upon her right hip. Clearing his throat eases his coughing fit as Naruto lets out a whine.
Her eyes are fleeting upon the blonde before making their way to his ebony.
Those sea-foam green of hers never leave him questioning.
She's all warmth within those eyes of hers as she looks at him. He didn't need the blonde to tell him such things. He knew with every look, and every action she took towards him how she felt. He found himself dabbling in the idea of him and her again.
The animated chatter between his two closest friends is what fills his lunch period. He does not know if he feels love towards this girl of pale pink, and sea-foam green. He did know, though, that Naruto might be on to something as strange as that might be. He would wait it out. He would see where they ended up. She will confess at some point before the end of the year, and maybe, hopefully, by then he would have a clearer idea as to what he felt towards her instead of tossing the what-ifs around his mind.
For now though he didn't want to miss out on any opportunities that came with their label of friendship. He could only hope there would be more moments like them racing up the stairs. Ebony fall upon his female friend as he chews another bite of his Italian sub.
She's all pale pink, and sea-foam green. He's all deep ebony, and more of the same. Opposites attract they said, and it's that thought that gives way to the smallest of smirks touching the corners of his mouth.
