AN: The prompt here was for an awkward Sasuke as a teacher and Sakura as the school nurse. I love their dynamic! And of course, Naruto and Kakashi as a PE and English teacher respectively.
FYI as I've had a few questions along these lines: I take prompts (anonymously) via my tumblr account - which you can find at the same username - but if you don't like to use tumblr, feel free to ask here.
Sasuke often resents the fact that Naruto followed him into the teaching profession. And then followed him to the same school, proceeding to buy an apartment near his own, encourage him to go out drinking with his colleagues, and generally act so clingy Sasuke has heard them the subject of many teenage girl's rumours.
He has never resented it more than the minute after receiving his best friend's elbow in the ribs, courtesy of his direct disbelief over the appearance of the new school nurse.
"Whoa," Naruto says in a voice far too loud for a teacher. He rubs his palms on his tracksuit, straightening his whistle as though it makes him look anything but sporty. "She's gorgeous."
Sasuke pinches the bridge of his nose, used to Naruto's exaggeration. It must be the white coat bias, because she cannot be that-
Then Sasuke looks up.
"Oh shit," he says, even louder than his friend, and Naruto laughs at him all the way to the Principal's office, where he picks up his disciplinary notice with none of his usual gravitas.
After that, Sasuke doesn't see the school nurse for a few days, because she's busy prepping for sports day or whatever faculty nonsense they've cooked up for the new school year.
"Ah, there's Haruno-sensei," Kakashi says while leaning out of his window, cigarette in hand. As his boss Sasuke cannot exactly reprimand the older teacher for smoking in the classroom, but part of him sends a silent prayer that the nurse will notice.
"Excuse me."
Right on cue, he hears a light tone echo up from the courtyard. It's too old to be a student and he doesn't recognise it, so Sasuke reasons it must his wishes being answered.
"Yo, Sakura-chan!"
At that, Sasuke spins to his superior in surprise, coming up to the classroom window to reprimand the silver-haired teacher for his over-familiar attitude.
"Kakashi-sensei," she replies jovially, and Sasuke's stunned again that they appear to be on first name terms, "please don't smoke outside of the designated areas."
"Mah, let me finish this one?"
Kakashi has a way with the ladies that he has tried and failed to teach his protege Sasuke. Once again, it appears to have worked when Sakura winks up at the pair of them, tapping her nose secretively.
"Only if you promise to do what I asked of you," she replies mysteriously, sending him a small smile before bowing politely to Sasuke and heading off across the courtyard.
Both men watch her go, although Sasuke doesn't fail to notice that Kakashi coaxes another cigarette out of the packet when she turns the corner.
"Is she married?" the dark-haired teacher asks, a non-sequitur that nevertheless reveals an awful lot about his thoughts. Kakashi has known him since the Uchiha was twelve years old, and it's with real feeling that he throws his head back and laughs.
"Who knows?" Kakashi replies, deliberately obtuse because he is the Literature Dept. head and will therefore have access to staff records. "Do you like her?"
"No."
"Right…" his boss doesn't sound convinced. "Well, do your best at sports day, alright?"
Sasuke does not, in fact, do his best. Though his youth was spent in rough and tumble with Naruto he now works behind a desk and manages a few runs a week, while Naruto teaches PE and spends hours in the sun honing his fitness. It's no longer a fair fight, but that's never stopped him before and it's not until he hears the distinct crack that Sasuke wonders if he's overdone it with the teacher's participation.
Sakura-sensei seems to think so, if the way she marches him to her office is any indication.
"I thought," she starts, shooing away the enamoured health representative who reaches for Sasuke's bare leg, "that out of you and your blonde friend, you were the smart one."
"Ah?"
"This," Sakura elaborates, flicking her fingers at his wobbling, uninjured leg. "We aren't teenagers any more! Why did you decide to do every single run?"
Sasuke shrugs, feeling the pleasant burn of exertion in his shoulders as he does so. The motion causes a ripple of squeals to tear through the room as his shirt rides up; Haruno-sensei turns to her pupil assistants and scolds them until they race back to take care of less perilous casualties.
"You're popular," she remarks once they're alone, carefully wrapping his ankle in tape. Sasuke winces. He is; it's been the subject of a lot of teasing from his colleagues.
"So," Sakura continues when he doesn't respond, working away with practised efficiency to the sound of sports whistles, "why did you run so much?"
"I'm competitive," he offers with another shrug, and is surprised to see her laugh genuinely at his words. He flushes, because while she's pretty when she's scolding people, the new school nurse is devastating when she laughs.
"Oh," she manages eventually, though her voice is still rich with laughter, "that was good! I didn't expect you to be so honest."
Sasuke reddens further, scrubbing the back of his neck with his hand in a long-learned nervous habit. And because he's stretched out on the chair, the movement makes his shirt ride up further, giving Sakura an unintentional glimpse of some distinctly defined musculature on his lower torso.
She looks. He sees her, but as a healthcare professional Sakura is unperturbed. Still, it rankles Sasuke, until she declares him ready to go back and observe and asks,
"Are you one of the teachers assigned to the field trip?"
"Hn, yeah, it's near where I grew up. Why, are you?"
"Yes," Sakura replies, and Sasuke almost grins in pleasure until he composes himself. "I just think… you'd better watch out you don't get spied on!"
Her amusement at getting to deliver the line for once keeps him going until the day of the trip itself. She arrives later than everyone but Kakashi himself, breathless with running from the bus stop to their assigned meeting point. She still looks beautiful, Sasuke privately concedes, ignoring Naruto's scandalised expression when he sits down next to her instead of his best friend.
"Shit," she whispers, halfway to their destination.
"Hm?"
Sakura sits up in her seat, craning her neck to assess whether or not people (students) were listening in to their conversation.
"I was in a hurry this morning," she starts, and he almost tells her about the way her hair is plastered to her forehead, but she looks cute, "so I didn't pack any pyjamas. Do you have any spares, Uchiha-sensei?"
"Sasuke," he corrects without thinking.
"Sasuke-sensei," Sakura repeats, with a giggle far too childish for their age. "So do you have any spares, or do I need to ask one of the girls?"
He considers it. Though Sakura is slight, she's definitely a woman in proportions, and any of their students' pyjamas would look nothing short of scandalous on her. And he admits there's a temptation to that, but…
"Sure," he says, "I've got a pair. Come round when I'm unpacked?"
She does, and even though Sakura was disorganised and late it seems she's smuggled contraband to camp in the form of her favourite cup sake.
"An offering," she greets him with, holding the cans invitingly in front of his door. There's something to be said for the luxury that is teacher's privilege - they've got rooms to themselves, and so he lets her in without fear of Naruto or Kakashi or Shikamaru-sensei barging in unannounced.
"You brought sake but not pyjamas?"
The question is out of his mouth before Sasuke considers whether it's appropriate or not, but instead of looking piqued Sakura grins at him. It brings colour to his cheeks.
"I've got pyjamas," Sakura admits roguishly.
"Then…"
"A good excuse to come into your room, wasn't it?"
She looks pleased with herself, sitting cross legged on his futon while Sasuke leans on the low wooden table.
"You're staring," she comments after a while, and he blinks black eyes because it's true.
"I'm a little shocked." He has always been honest to a fault.
Sakura throws her head back and laughs, and he watches the way her hair spreads across the thin sheets of his futon. They sit in silence while finishing their alcohol, listening to the muffled giggling of students from the dorms around them.
"You're a very forthright person, Sasuke-sensei," Sakura says eventually.
"Yeah?"
She nods. "I noticed it right away. That was some greeting you gave me, huh?"
He bites his lower lip before hiding his face in his hands. "Ah, I'm sorry-"
"Don't apologise," Sakura chides laughingly, "I'm direct too."
Sasuke is unconvinced, but Sakura simply slips another two cups of sake from her voluminous pockets and he's too impressed to voice his disbelief. Flicking open the metal top, she continues,
"It's true! After that incident, I spoke to Kakashi-sensei about you, and I asked him for your phone number."
Her words drift into his sake-fuelled consciousness for a second before they solidify into sense. He risks a peek at her through his splayed fingers. She winks raucously at him, though the blush on her face makes it adorable.
"He took too long, though, so I've had to take matters into my own hands, you see."
"Hn," Sasuke replies, lowering his hands. "I think you're more competent."
"Right? Tell me your phone number."
The abrupt question makes him blush again, and Sasuke feels the push and pull of their conversation swinging firmly into her favour. But he's always been competitive, and honest, and it's with both of these traits in mind that he leans forward on both elbows, drawing closer to the school nurse where she sits not-quite-primly on his unused futon.
"Sakura-sensei," he starts, slowly, watching the way she watches him move closer, "how about you tell me your phone number?"
AN: I got a lot of requests for a sequel to this. Maybe one day!