Note: Takes place after Introductions/Beginnings
Sasuke didn't like how persistent the blond was in terms of getting the figurative stick out of his ass. He never thought he would take it... somewhat literally.
Still, he didn't like to socialized and it showed. Whenever the dobe would drag him to his table of friends during lunch, he was amongst the other two anti-socials. He always ate his lunch in silence, leaving as soon as he was done.
The only time Naruto would get an actual, real reaction from the Uchiha was when he would flirt with him. Sasuke himself couldn't figure out why he was reacting the way he was.
Uchiha Sasuke did not crush.
The only people he would allow close to him were his brother and Kakashi. No one else would ever get near him. He knew that if he allowed it, they would end up dead.
Despite that, why did Naruto continue to try? He didn't need to "have fun." He could take perfect care of himself. He didn't need to be treated like he was, dammit.
Again, Naruto was trying to drag him away for lunch. Scowling, he pulled his hand away and pinned Naruto to the wall, standing close with both hands on either side of his head to prevent escape.
"Why do you keep involving yourself with me?" Sasuke growled, eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare.
Naruto blinked and reached up to pull the brunet's hands from the wall, letting them rest on his shoulders. He offered a small, uncharacteristic smile as he looked him in the eye, "Because you have those eyes... You're lonely, aren't you?"
Ebony eyes widened slightly before Sasuke pulled away. He turned his back on the blond and muttered "usuratonkachi" before walking away.
As he did, he allowed himself a weak smile. It seemed as if his shields were indeed crumbling slowly, allowing the hyperactive blond to get closer at the same pace.
