Prompt: Keepsake
Rating: T
"What is this?"
Sasuke flinches at Sakura's harsh tone as she storms into the kitchen, a short towel wrapped around her body and wet pink hair whipping around her.
He had figured this would happen, dreading her reaction all morning.
"A ring," he informs her while continuing to cut up a tomato.
"No shit!" Sakura yells back, waving around the black velvet box. "What the hell was it doing in my underwear drawer?"
He refuses to look up at her, just replies, "It's a gift."
"A gift," she responds, her eyebrows raising skeptically. "What's that suppose to mean?"
"A gift," Sasuke repeats, his tone still nonchalant and even as he tosses the tomato into the frying pan with the omelets. "Like a keepsake."
"Okay…" Sakura drawls out as she sets the item in question on the kitchen table. "Where exactly did this 'keepsake'," she puts air-quotes around the word, "come from?"
Sasuke pauses for a moment. "It was my mother's," he answers reluctantly as he plates each of their breakfasts'.
"What?" Sakura says, obviously shocked by the answer.
"It was my mother's engagement ring." He pauses again. "And now I want it to be yours."
Despite herself, a blush appears on Sakura's face as she realizes that this is Sasuke's own kind of lame and endearing way to propose.
"Sasuke… an engagement ring isn't a simple keepsake, especially if it was your mothers'."
"I know, so…" he trails off as if waiting for her to say something.
"So…" she urges him on, as she stands there a bit awkwardly.
"Will you marry me?" he chokes out, trying to disguise it with a cough.
Towel and breakfast forgotten, Sakura springs up and into Sasuke's arms, planting little kisses across his face before saying, "Of course I will, you idiot."
