(3) startled
Sakura watches Naruto watching Sasuke, tasting jealousy on her lips instead of the excuse for ramen that Naruto insisted on sharing.
He's supposed to be mine, she wants to whisper, but knows, bone-deep, that he never was.
She sighs, shoves the ramen bowl away with a squeak. "How do you keep up this every day?" The words come with a tremble, and Naruto spins sharply, catching the words under the words, but only smiles wryly as the dark-haired boy at his side grabs his arm, then his hand.
"Because, Sakura." With a sigh at her cringe, he gentles startlingly. "Because." He doesn't bother making sure that she understands; they both know her, and know that she will eventually get it.