AN: This is a medical!au, featuring Sasuke as a surgeon, Naruto (!) also as a surgeon and of course our favourite Sakura-chan. Prompt was:
"Am I your lockscreen?" / "You weren't supposed to see that"
He throws his tray down on the the table with such vehemence that half the hospital canteen turn and stare. Of course, Sasuke doesn't notice (or care) and Sakura waits for the inevitable sigh to pass from his lips as he hits the chair.
"Fucking Naruto," he says, instead. Well: that was different, but along the same lines as his usual tirades, so she puts her chin in her hand and gives him her best empathetic stare.
"Oh?" she prompts after a few minutes of angry silence. Sakura's time is precious; she knows what the hospital charges on her behalf, and though she'd listen to Sasuke recite his plans for his weekend laundry if he wanted she really doesn't have long.
Sasuke shoots her a dark-eyed glare. Then catches himself when she raises a slender pink eyebrow, softening the look until he's treating her to one of his rare rueful smiles.
"Sorry," he mumbles, and she takes a second to relish in the fact that Sasuke regularly apologises to maybe three people in the entire world, herself included. "He's asked for a second opinion on his surgery this evening."
"Bad timing," Sakura says, wincing sympathetically. It's the annual Doctor's Ball and if Naruto wants Sasuke to help him out, it will leave the Uchiha with time to do little more than wash off the hospital stench before heading to the event. And Sasuke, even for a doctor, has a thing for cleanliness.
"It is," he agrees, dropping his spoon into his half-eaten curry. "And I dropped my pager, so I've had to take my phone on the rounds."
"Because he can't pick a time," she says knowingly, watching as the Uchiha heir nods grimly. With a start, he pulls the device out, checking it reflexively before shaking his head and putting it face up on the table between them. He sighs this time, and for no other reason than to coax a smile back onto his face Sakura offloads the tomatoes from her salad onto the side of his plate.
It works. Just like she knew it would; just like it had always worked since she'd done it at ten, fifteen, twenty-five. There was a reason for the rumours that suggested she'd followed him into the profession, or vice versa.
The truth? She'll never tell.
"Turning up fashionably late isn't the end of the world, Sasuke-kun," she says with a smile. "And you know you and Naruto work well together. If he's asking for help…"
"I know, I know." And he does: Sasuke's one of the best surgeons they have. "It's just that Father gets…"
"Irritating when you're late?" She's not a fan of the eldest Dr. Uchiha.
"Hn."
They sit in companionable silence for a while, Sakura stretching her break out to the limits for more time next to her favourite person in the world. She notices that Sasuke doesn't seem in a hurry, either.
There's an inoffensive buzz that quickly resolves itself to be an alert on Sasuke's phone - which he glances at, sees it's not Naruto, and then disregards. And Sakura's not nosy, but there's something that makes her do a double-take. And then a triple take, before the screen goes black and she has a moment where she could let it go. On the other hand…
"Am I your lockscreen?"
Nobody ever said she thought first, spoke second.
"Uh-," and Sasuke's head swings round so fast his long hair snaps against her cheek, "you weren't supposed to see that."
"Can I see it again?"
"No."
"Sasuke…"
"It's a picture of the three of us at last winter's ball."
She thinks that might be half the truth; the glimpse of her face she'd seen looked remarkably put-together for her usual self.
"Oh, that's lovely!" she says with false innocence. It doesn't fool him for a second. "Can't you show me?"
"No, I look terrible in it."
"Doctor Uchiha Sasuke, pleading vanity?" Sakura holds her hand to her chest in mock shock. "Never."
"For the love of- here," he grumbles, shoving the phone into her hands. It's locked, and the screen Sakura is presented with is innocuous enough.
Four buttons later and she's back to the picture she saw earlier. Sasuke wasn't quite telling the truth; it is a picture of them at the winter ball, only he's resized it so that only Sakura is visible. It's a pretty picture - she looks happy and elegant and not at all frazzled.
"Wait, how did you-" he looks utterly surprised that she knew his pass code, and she blushes a deep red.
"Um, I put in my birthday…"
His face matches hers for brightness, and there's a pause. Sakura idly wonders which one of them will run away first. But then-
"Will you wait for me this evening?"
"To get to the Doctor's Ball?"
Sasuke nods, looking serious. She matches it with a smile that broadens against her will.
"Of course," she says emphatically. "I happen to love being fashionably late."
Sasuke's answering smirk is worth years and years of filched tomatoes.
AN: I liked this universe, so I wrote a bit of a prequel which I'll post up in a few days.