Konoha University

Chapter 4

Visiting the Dorms

Gaara fought back the urge to smirk, he pretended not to notice. She then produced a great smile and then a soft blush formed on her face. Her dark brown eyes staring into his green eyes. Gaara gave her a smirk. "Can i help you?" She asked in a velvety soft voice. It was very pleasant to the ears. Gaara had heard similar variations of it a million times before, from women who had hit on him. He knew she had softened her voice an attempt to make her sound as attractive as possible. Gaara placed a hand on the counter and gave her a smile. "I am looking for Dorm Lunar 4D, do you know where that is?" Gaara asked in cool voice. She moved a strand of hair to the side of her face before smiling confidently. "Let me show you on this map" her voice was a bit shaky. It was a bit of a turn on for him hearing her voice shake from being nervous around him.

She pulled out a map of the campus. Her hands navigated it showing where they were and the direction he needed to go. "Here let me mark the location for you and then let me give you this number in case you get lost, or in case you want to text a friendly face on campus" She said it with a shy smile. Her face had turned light pink. "Thanks" He slowly took the map from her hand and smiled when he read the name above her phone number. "Maybe you can show me around campus, i'll text you" Gaara gave her a smirk before leaving to the dorms. His face remained cool and casual as he watched Matsuri fluster. He enjoyed seeing the nervous look she gave him as he walked away.

As he entered his dorm, he was met by a school assigned staff member. The staff member was in his thirties and looked bored of his wasted no time in doing the paperwork and giving him all the information he wanted. Once he was done dealing with the staff member, they let him inside the dorm which would be his home. He was the first one there, as each room was unlocked for him. He looked at each room, knowing in a moment he would be given a key to one of the five rooms in the dorm to keep. That room would be his for four years. The rooms were not much to look at , but there was subtle differences. Each room but the one he stood in had been 130 square feet. The room he stood in was 160 square feet, an empty room but his room.

He placed his bags and clothes down before heading out the dorm to find the staff member. He informed him he had picked his room. After being handed the right key, he left the dorm. He had tested the key out several times to be certain he was not making a mistake and locked the room when he left the dorm. "Best of luck" The staff member told him as he left. Gaara turned back when he heard him speak. After a quick nod he returned to his car. The drive to Sasori's house was easy. Hardly any traffic at 9am. Sasori opened the door to Gaara dressed in dark blue jeans, with a dark red plaid shirt. He was sporting some Light gray sneakers. "Someone's dressed up" Sasori commented with smile. "I get paid to look good" Gaara replied. "Well i didn't know that" Sasori said in a mocking tone. Sasori was wearing Light blue jeans with brown sneakers. The shoes had been a bit worn out but looked good still. He had a simple white shirt with a brown jacket over it. With a hoodie attached to the jacket.

As they arrived in the restaurant, it was almost 10am. The hostess sat them down by a window. She was in her mid twenties and was cute. She did her best not to show interest in them. Sasori couldn't help but grin when he noticed her desperate attempt not to blush. When other waitresses started talking about them behind the counter Sasori lost it. He grinned ear to ear. "Did you see his eyes?" , "Who is that hottie with him?" , "I think i have seen them before?" , "Are they famous?" , could be heard from the waitresses. Gaara pretended not to hear them. "So what are you going to order?" Gaara signaled at the menu. "I don't know yet, i like the steak but i also like the breakfast special". Sasori deeply contemplated both. "I am getting the house special". Gaara told Sasori as he placed down his menu.

"So what was your dorm like?" Sasori smirked as he said it. Gaara ignored him. He knew his just pulling his leg, using the question as bait for a joke. "Let me guess lots of guys, cramped space?" Sasori sneered. Gaara didn't say a word. "So heaven for you?" Sasori commented before chuckling. Gaara balled his hands into fists. Gaara couldn't help the resentment he felt. He hadn't dated anyone in a couple years, and so rumors just spread over time. It didn't help that he was never seen with women and his job was almost always with jocks. When he saw women throwing themselves at him , it didn't exactly make him want to hook up with them. Where was the challenge, it was too easy. He enjoyed seeing them fawn over him but then he got bored fast. it was too easy. How tasty is the local fast food place when you can have it everyday for free. Even if it was amazing after the first month it would become just meh. "I didn't see any of my dorm mates yet, but the area had enough rooms for five people" Gaara stated.

"So tell me about the contracts, was it really like "Crazy shower week"" Gaara asked in a low voice. Just above a whisper. He hated the way "Crazy shower week" sounded in his mouth. It was far sexier than it should have been. As he said it , he imagined that anyone else not present that week would have thought it was a whole different kind of event. He wished it was exactly what it sounded like, but It did perfectly highlight how the week really was. With the showers system being a mess, restrictive, and just a pain. It was most accurately described as everyone who needed to take a shower that week was borderline crazy. Sleep deprived/exhaustion/Energy drinks/Alcohol turned normal people with admitly quirky habits into crazy folk that week. He remember two guys getting into a fist fight over who gets the shower.

He actually wanted to see how it ended, but he was reminded if they got injured it might add a day or two to the work week. He was not going to let that happen.

"So how did your "Daddy" take it when you left the house?" Sasori casually asked. Gaara narrowed his eyes. "I told you a thousand times he is my dad, and he acted like an ass like usual" Gaara angrily replied. "Hey don't angry with me, i ain't the only one who has pointed out that out". Sasori replied . "Just because i have green eyes, and neither of my parents has them doesn't mean he ain't my dad". Gaara angrily replied. "Well besides your red hair , you don't take after him especially in the looks department". Sasori casually pointed at Gaara face. The waitress came by after five minutes of waiting. "Are you ready to order?" the waitress asked in a velvet voice. She was nearly puring as her eyes locked onto Sasori's. Sasori was not one to avoid anyone who stroke his ego. After both ordering their meals Gaara watched silently as Sasori began skillfully picking up her number.

It was times like these he just went inside his head and ignored the world. Physically he was watching Sasori wrapp the waitress around his finger with his silver tongue , while mentally he was thinking about all the money he lost. "So Gaara" Sasori spoke up in a loud voice. Gaara snapped back to reality. "So the waitresses saw us on tv, they had never seen actors/models before in person" Sasori proudly stated. Gaara smiled before looking over to the waitresses behind the counter. Some were indeed cute, in fact some he would have considered hot, but it was all the same too him. He knew he had them if he wanted. He watched how each of the waitresses bit their lips and seemed to angle themselves in a way to show off their curves as best to him. And well to Sasori as well, as his friend also looked over to them.

Without looking he knew his friend was giving them his famous wink or smirk. "So do you think your father will ever accept your work as a model/actor?" Sasori whispered to Gaara. Sasori had been wanting to ask him that for weeks now. Gaara had been all to distant once his father had explained that models and actors were not real jobs. Sasori had told Gaara a thousand times Art was immortal and what they did was make art that would last forever. Even when they died they will be looked at as the faces of industry giants. Gaara looked back to Sasori.

"Can i get you anything else?". The words of the waitress interrupted Gaara before he could reply to Sasori. Gaara looked up at the waitress, noticing her features. Her face had turn a shade pinker. As if noticing him for the first time. Then she bit her lip as she looked at him.

Sasori watched in amusement as the Waitress shifted her eyes between both himself and Gaara. He could feel the welling embarrassment of self consciousness at her own actions beginning to get to her. "Well beautiful, can i call you that?" Sasori teased her. She turned her attention to him. Sasori gave her a smile, the kind of smile he used for his tv ads. "You can call me that" She replied as she moved a strand of hair from her face over. "Well beautiful can we get two slices of your desert of the day?" Sasori pointed at the menu picture. He looked up at her and then gave her a wink. Her face flushed red. She nodded and walked away in a hurry.

"After all this time how do you still get off on flirting with every girl you see?" Gaara whispered. Gaara face remained stern and like a wall it didn't reveal any emotions. "I just like flirting with women who are obviously crushing on me, i like to string them along" Sasori whispered. Gaara rolled his eyes. "Like you got better things to be doing right now?" Sasori stated in a casual tone. Gaara exhaled a breath annoyed but beaten. He had a point. Gaara may have been to hypocritical of Sasori.

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