AN: This is in the same universe as the 'Am I Your Lockscreen?' prompt, featuring once again hot doctor!sasuke and tired doctor!sakura. It's set before the previous prompt, right when they first qualify as doctors with all the accompanying late nights and stress. The prompt was for roommates - and of course, there's only one bed :-)
"I can't live with him any more," Sasuke says, and if it wasn't three AM on the fourth day of criminally scheduled shifts, Sakura would smile at the obvious strain in his voice. But it is, and so she does little more than move to the side so he can make his moody way into the living room.
"Sasuke-kun," she mumbles, watching from the doorway as he paces back and forth across her new carpet, "it's only been a month."
"A month too long," he growls darkly, running his hand through his hair and frowning at her. "Did I wake you up?"
She levels him with a blank look, and is gratified to see the chagrined flush of his cheeks.
"Sorry," her friend mutters, and Sakura blinks in surprise at one of his rare apologies. "It's just… I came home from a really difficult surgery, took my shoes off and stood in wet ramen."
She grimaces in sympathetic disgust. "Why is our best friend an animal?"
Sasuke puts his face in his hands. "I don't know," he mutters, and his bloodshot eyes mirror her own. "But I didn't feel like cleaning up more blood after murdering him, so I just left and came here."
There's a clear plea in his voice and Sakura - though she'd already planned on it when he walked in - relents immediately. "Stay here for tonight, Sasuke," she offers. "I'm not working tomorrow, so you won't be disturbing my sleep."
He sags, relieved, and she holds back a yawn in the dark of her still-unfamiliar living room. It's been a difficult month for the three of them; she, Naruto and Sasuke had finally gotten their residencies at the Uchiha General, and between lack of sleep, poor schedules and moving house right in their first week, tempers were clearly running short.
"Why didn't I move in with you instead?" Sasuke groans under his breath, and Sakura almost says well, you didn't ask, but it's late and she's exhausted, so she simply giggles and gestures over her shoulder.
"Come on," she calls, but Sasuke doesn't move.
"I'll sleep on the couch," he says, voice tired but strained.
Sakura puts both hands on her hips, flicks the lightswitch off, and stands her ground in the living room doorway. "I have a double bed," she reminds him, "and we've slept in smaller cots on the wards."
"That's…"
Different, she thinks, but shrugs all the same. "I'm tired, you're tired, I've got a memory foam mattress."
He still looks unconvinced.
"Think of it like a sleepover, like the old days," she coaxes.
Sasuke rolls his dark eyes, but he takes two steps forward and Sakura knows it's her victory. And her thoughts are innocent, truly; she wouldn't wish her couch on anyone, let alone an exhausted six-foot-two surgeon with a penchant for bad moods in the morning.
"It's a bit different than when we were five," Sasuke grumbles, but he follows her obediently into her bedroom.
She turns her back to give him privacy while he strips off his trousers, handing him a spare top from her pyjama drawer - which he takes with a raised brow and unspoken accusation, because it's one of his - and they settle into bed with just a hint of gingerness.
"Thanks for this, Sakura," he sighs, arms folded behind his head. "I really couldn't bear my place tonight."
She turns on her side to face him, smiling at the way the moonlight turns his dark hair blue in its soft silver light.
"It's fine," she waves him off, "I don't particularly want you to murder Naruto."
"You should try living with him," Sasuke says, and she can see the way his eyes are struggling to stay open, knows he's trying not to simply fall asleep on her. "I'm getting my own place once the lease is up."
"Mm," Sakura replies noncommittally, the offer that he could just stay here, indefinitely, crowding behind gritted teeth. "Well, any time he's gone feral, you know you're welcome here…"
She trails off as Sasuke shifts onto his side to face her, and he's so close she can see the length of his lashes as they caress the fine bones of his cheeks.
"That might be often," he mumbles, and he's half-asleep before he finishes speaking. But Sakura doesn't care, because by the time she's processed what Sasuke said, she's fallen asleep too.
It's rare for someone to share her bed, Sakura thinks blearily, waking up in the small hours with her face firmly pressed into Sasuke's chest and the weight of his arm thrown across her side. That is, of course, her excuse for not moving. And it's her excuse when she wakes up the second time to find Sasuke on his back and she on her side, curled up into him like a kitten, his hand possessively on her hip.
When she wakes up the third time the bed is empty and cold, but Sakura grins to herself anyway. There's a sound in the kitchen that's suspiciously like Sasuke whistling to himself while he makes one of his legendary breakfasts, and if her nose isn't deceiving her he's outdone himself with her favourite pancakes.
I could, she thinks cheekily, take Sasuke for a roommate, easily.
There's five months left on his lease; face buried in Sasuke's scent on her pillow Sakura wonders if her junior surgeon's salary would stretch to a few more crates of ramen.
AN: Hope you enjoyed! I really like this universe and I'd love to expand on it one day.