SasuSaku Month 2015

Day 28 – Through the wardrobe

"Just pick one."

Eying the bundle of contrasting clothes wadded on the bed disapprovingly, Sasuke shook his head.

"I wouldn't know."

Tapping her foot in exasperation, Sakura offered him a tired sigh. Standing up, she furiously made her way towards her clueless boyfriend, ceasing her steps a couple inches apart from him, eyes fixated on his.

"For the first and potentially last time in his life, Naruto managed to get a date with a beautiful and sweet girl and arranged a double date with us and we are going to be late." The harshness in her tone struck every nerve in his entire being, causing him to snap.

"And how is this my fault?"

Sakura threw her hands in the air dramatically, turning away from the lost hope of boyfriend she had to deal with.

"I was completely dressed and you come to pick me up and just plainly disapprove of my amazing choice and now I'm back to square one. How is this not your fault?!"


Half an hour earlier

Skipping down the stairs to open the door, Sakura felt happiness well in her chest simply from seeing her beloved Sasuke-kun – they had been separated the whole week due to their finals, but now that was no longer the case.

Hands clutched on the doorknob, she pulled the large, stiff piece of wood open, revealing herself to the raven haired boy.

Unexpectedly enough, his brows furrowed as he regarded her, clear disapproval written in his eyes.

"What?" she inquired, feeling self-conscious.

"You're not going to wear that."

Oh God.


Back to our bombastic couple, arguing over Sakura's outfit

"So, choose. Choose some damn clothes for me to wear!"

Sighing in defeat, the male turned his gaze and studied the pile of clothes attentively. His hands ended up pulling an immaculate white shirt and a pair of slightly edgy shorts out of the bundle, as well as a pair of black thighs.

Raising her brow before slapping her forehead, the pinkette hissed.

"Your fashion sense is horrible, Sasuke-kun."

Fail.

Carelessly dropping his choice to the ground, his hands dug deeper into the possibilities. Frustration faintly tugging at his chest as though threatening to come down with a headache, his eyes scanned faster, begging for the littlest drop of inspiration.

This time, he raised his hands holding a V-neck, wine colored, knee long dress that he'd seen her wear before, and it looked freaking good on her body.

"Do I have to remind you we're headed for a not-so-fancy pub?"

Fail.

One last time, he thought, fervently running his hand through his spikes, droplets of sweat forming on his forehead, Try one last time.

As he eyed the lifeless clothing items that she always miraculously brought to life, he contemplated on his girlfriend's tastes as well as things that she would wear to such an occasion. He was well aware that something too sophisticated or overly flashy wouldn't be appropriate, but she couldn't just leave the house wearing whatever hoodie he happened to choose.

That's it.

Confidently settling on an outfit, his eyes glimmered as he presented his final decision.

What he was offered in return, however, nearly knocked him down. Sakura's eyes tiredly looked over the items, evergreen orbs dried of energy, as her expression proved nothing but irritation.

"Seriously?"

Throwing a fit, the boy turned away from her gaze, emptying his hands so that he could slap them into his hair.

"C'mon, Sasuke, I'm not exaggerating. You just suggested that I wear a pink hoodie with a black, chiffon maxi skirt. Not to mention the fact that you paired all that with sandals. How does your mind even work?!"

But he didn't have the energy to respond or to even manifest his obvious anger. Feeling herself soften up, Sakura crept closer to him, hands gently massaging his back as she embraced him.

"I'm sorry."

Giving in to her embrace, he turned to her, lips tracing for hers as he allowed her to melt all of his frustration.

"I know nothing about fashion. I have no idea how you always make it work."

A giggle.

"It's tough being a girl - "

And whatever the rest of the sentence was, she didn't finish it for she had noticed the time her clock indicated.

"Crap, Naruto's gonna kill us!" she squealed burying her face into his chest, grip tightening on his shirt.

However, he only sighed, patting her head, and as she slowly broke away from him, he claimed her lips once again.

"You know, with all this, I think I'd rather undress you."


A/N: I'll leave it up to you what Sakura's original outfit was.