Uchiha Sasuke had a scowl on his face as he stalked up the stairs that led to the entrance of the hospital, the automatic doors opening to let him through. Nurses and doctors and patients walked past him and none of them dared to say a word to him. He didn't stop by the receptionist's desk. He knew exactly where he was going.

He wasn't sure what bothered him more—the fact that Tsunade thought of him as her servant or that he had an idiot for a teammate. On the one hand, the Hokage had once taken the liberty to send him to buy her more sake for her secret stash. On the other, Sakura had shown up with less than half of her chakra reserves the last time they had been assigned a mission.

It was a close tie, but something told him he was more annoyed at a pink-haired kunoichi than a blonde one—at least in that particular moment.

Marching down the hallway with all the arrogance he had inherited from his clan, he slammed the door to her office open and then closed behind him. Sakura looked up with a furrow between her brows from where she sat at her desk, practically buried under a mountain of paperwork.

"Sasuke-kun?" she questioned, confused.

"Tsunade sent me. You're going home," he declared. His irritation was as clear as day in his expression.

"Why would Tsunade send you…?" she asked, frowning uncertainly.

"Because you've been here for two days," he told her impatiently. "Come on."

He had barely taken a single step in her direction when she suddenly sat back in her seat and grasped the handles as if her life depended on it.

"You are not dragging me out of the hospital again, Sasuke," she warned, watching him with green eyes—tired green eyes.

"Maybe if you got smarter, I wouldn't be sent to drag you out of the hospital again," he stressed.

"I am very smart, thank you very much," she answered, clearly annoyed as she returned to her work.

"You need to go home," Sasuke insisted, glaring, his level of irritation steadily rising.

"I need to finish this paperwork," she countered, throwing him a look from under her messy bangs.

The Uchiha nearly groaned out loud. "Sakura, people need sleep!"

That seemed to hit a nerve. Slamming her pen down on her desk, she turned to give him her full attention, eyes blazing. "You know, I never heard you or Naruto complaining about lack of sleep on a mission. This is my job! You're a shinobi first; I'm a medic first. If you can fight S-rank criminals without a wink of sleep in your system, I can handle the hospital. Alright? Stop patronizing me! I know my limits!"

"Do you have the guts to enter the surgery ward running on no sleep?" he challenged.

"Do you see me in the surgery ward? No, I'm here, doing paperwork. I entered the surgery ward when I was prepared."

"Two days ago!"

"Two days ago."

"What if there's an emergency?"

"There are chakra-boosting pills that increase your awareness."

For the first time ever, Sasuke found himself speechless. He opened his mouth to answer once, twice, thrice, only to close it back. Then he glared and crossed his arms over his chest.

Sakura resumed at throwing him a look before turning back to her paperwork.

After a while, he wandered over to the couch and made himself comfortable. After all, Tsunade had made bringing Sakura home his mission, and it was clear to him she was not budging until she had finished.

But as he sat brooding in a corner, he realized, weirdly enough, that he wouldn't have it any other way.