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Sasuke looks at the too-large dress shirt that he had taken off. It was on the bed, the moonlight shining down on the pale Uchiha fan and the wonky stitching.

He has never really talked to Sakura…Before.

But now, as he thinks of her warm fingers gripping his under the table and her wide smile and slightly-too big eyes, he is glad he does.

He puts it, gently, gently, on the chair for tomorrow, over the freshly-cleaned and starched clothes that Sakura's Lady did for him.

(It's been two months since anyone helped him to clean)

Naruto will probably tease but pretend it's nothing if Sasuke notices the stuck-up collar of the white shirt Sakura had given him too.

"Hi Okaa-chan." He whispers softly into the night. Tears spring up into his eyes and a dull ache rematerializes in his chest. "I met an interesting girl and a dobe. They're okay."

Sasuke's whispers take over the clouded night, lulling him back to sleep.


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