title: love month
prompt: SASUSAKU MONTH ON LJ!
rating: T-M

summary: o23; Sasuke usually spends his birthday alone while he continues to watch pink hair every homeroom. Naruto decides to do something about this unrequited love.

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Birthday

He usually spent the day alone, whether it was or wasn't his birthday.

So he was used to the constant loneliness; so accustomed to it that it felt like the air he breathed.

So Sasuke didn't expect anything special this year, despite the multiple gifts given to him by girls that he took half-heartedly, muttering a "hn" in reply as a thanks, and later either sold or regifted the presents, not feeling any remorse for his actions.

"Teme! If you're gonna do this, at least tell us what you want so I don't waste my money on something you'll throw away!" Naruto whined as he followed Sasuke, who slung his backpack over his shoulder. Sasuke glared at Naruto, causing him to shut up, before he left to go to class.

"I don't want anything," Sasuke mumbled as he kept on walking. "I just want you to shut the hell up."

Naruto immediately quieted down, and said, "Hmph."

Sasuke hung his bag in the back of the classroom and sighed, tapping his fingers against the desk. He supported his face with the other hand and frowned, continuing to think while strumming his fingers against the desk.

He looked out the window (always took a window seat) and saw Sakura, the sophomore with pink hair, talking to her friends out, giving a big smile and looked like she was laughing.

She was so sweet, cute, and pretty…it was always Sasuke's habit to get a window seat so he could look at her hanging by herself or with her friends outside until sophomore classes began, ten minutes later than junior classes.

You know what I want, Naruto? Sasuke thought as he gave a small smile at seeing her expression. I want her.

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"Hi, Sakura-chan!" Naruto said as he went up to the girl, scratching the back of his head nervously. "You don't know me very well, but I'm in class 3-A with Uchiha Sasuke, and it's his birthday and stuff…birthday during summer cram school, huh?"

"Oh. Yeah, I know him. The really popular guy," Sakura said. "You're his friend Naruto, right?"

"Yup!"

She wanted to say something but couldn't bring herself to find the words. "Uh, so…Naruto, right? Naruto. Did you need something?"

"Yeah. Uh, Sakura-chan…would it be considered weird if I said that I'd like to kidnap you and wrap you up in a present box and give you to someone whose birthday is today during this fine summer cram school, but his name isn't Uchiha Sasuke. No, it's way far from it. It's…Suchiha Asuke. And he digs you."

"Suchiha Asuke?" she raised an eyebrow.

Naruto was panicking. He only wanted to do this for his friend (having overheard Sasuke mumbling to himself about a "Sakura" and always taking window seats). Whenever Sasuke stared out the window, he looked in Sasuke's view and saw his line of vision go to a pink-haired sophomore.

"Aa," Naruto said, smirking. "I see."

So he was now putting his plan in action, failing deeply along the way.

"So, uh, please?"

"Sorry." Sakura walked past him, and Naruto froze before he said, "STOP!" he ran to Sakura again, making her blush madly in embarrassment, and he grabbed her wrist.

"Please, please, please? I'm begging you, he won't accept any other gift but you—I mean, yours."

"I don't even have a gift for him!" Sakura said, trying to pry herself away.

"We can arrange something," he said with a sly grin and a twinkle in his eye. "If you know what I mean."

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Sasuke would never tell anybody (especially not Naruto), but he was obsessed with Sakura to the point that he would jump out the window and steal her away from her friends in order to embrace her and kiss all over her sweet, sweet body.

Okay, so he liked her. But guys never told that kind of thing. If they happened to talk about girls, it would either be the hotness scale or boob size of their girlfriends or what girls passed by, but they would never say, "Oh, yeah, by the way—I like Haruno Sakura in class 2-C."

That was social suicide and basically a way to get transferred out easily. Apparently, for girls, it was different. They loved talking about guys they liked and usually didn't mind having the secret spread to other parts of the school.

Anyway.

The sophomores had gone to their homerooms, and the juniors were continuing to take roll call. The teacher had just reached the Us when Naruto ran in, panting heavily and slumping down onto his desk. He had poured himself with cold water in all the right places to make his façade look even more…real?

"Uzumaki, what's wrong?" the teacher said as he looked in Naruto in half-worry, half-unsure. Naruto was a prankster, and he just loved playing jokes on everyone…

"I need…infirmary…" he slung himself over the desk. "S-Sasuke…carry me…"

It sounded unbelievably awkward to everyone else, and Sasuke blushed madly in embarrassment, wanting to have a hoodie to wrap over his head as he felt all eyes on him.

"Please, teme…" Naruto's voice croaked as he had crawled his way to Sasuke's pant leg. "I can't—I can't go on much longer…"

"Dobe…" Sasuke gritted through his teeth. "I swear, I will cut you."

"Take me to the nurse—"

With that, Naruto "fainted" dramatically, and Sasuke sighed. He kicked Naruto once, but the blonde held it in, hoping that his plan would soon work if he did everything right…

"I'll take him," he said to the teacher. He put Naruto's arm over his shoulder and limped as he "oomphed," not knowing how heavy Naruto actually was.

Girls were "awwing" at his cuteness and taking pictures, wanting to later write posts on their blogs about the yaoi and Boy Love occurring between the two friends. And Sasuke sighed. He hated when they did that.

After all, they were both completely, 100% absolutely HETEROsexual.

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"What's wrong with you? Poured a little too much alcohol in your ramen?" Sasuke said as he huffed, struggling to carry Naruto to the infirmary.

"Mm…I don't know."

Once they were in the office, Sasuke looked around after dropping Naruto on the ground. Not the bed. "Ooph!" he shouted, but Sasuke ignored him.

"Where's the nurse?"

"See, that's the problem." Naruto was now full on his feet, smirking as he locked the door. "It's just you…and me, Sasuke."

Sasuke freaked out. He kneed Naruto in the balls and, realizing what he'd just done, helped him up again.

"Damnit, teme! I didn't mean it like that!" He continued to bend over in pain. "My 'nads…"

"Sorry…I overreacted," Sasuke admitted. Naruto, finding the words to speak, said, "But I'll leave you alone with somebody else." He then left, taking the nurse's key with him as he continued to stumble down, crawling on the floor, hoping to soothe his pain.

"Mmph!" he heard rumbling in the closet and opened it slowly. Out popped Sakura, and they were in their own stereotypical shoujo manga.

"Hi?" Sakura asked, her face in Sasuke's shoes. "Er, thanks for helping me."

"No problem."

He went over to the door and found it locked. Pulling on it, pounding on it, and screaming for Naruto, they waited in awkward silence, until she said, "He's not coming back."

"I swear, if he forgot me again…"

"He's forgotten you before?"

"Ramen." Sasuke shrugged, making himself comfortable on the bed. "You probably heard his nickname—the ramen king."

"Aa. So that's the famous ramen king…" Sakura sighed, sitting on the opposite bed, causing him to blush. Her legs were long and creamy, and her skirt was wrinkled…

"Ahem."

"So, uh, happy birthday," Sakura said as she patted her skirt again. "I mean, I heard it was, and…"

Sasuke genuinely smiled. "Hey, thanks." He saw her blush and inwardly felt how cute she was. He went over to her side of the bed and sat near the pillow while she was at the end.

"So."

"So," she replied.

"Yeah."

"Are you doing anything tonight?"

"Sakura, are you asking me out?" Sasuke had to try hard not to give her a smirk and a douchey eyebrow raise. She looked at him in disgust and said, "No! I was just asking what your birthday plans were."

"Oh." Too full of himself. "Er, Sakura…honestly, would you be weirded out if I said that I watch you from homeroom?"

She moved even further away from him. "Yes."

Sasuke wasn't as cool and smooth as he was anymore. He was nervous around her and she slowly became more and more disgusted with him.

"I mean, it's not like that—you're just really beautiful and I like seeing you smile, and—"

Great. Her looks said, "Pedophile sempai. Keep a five meter diameter away."

"I like you," he admitted. "I mean, there's no other way to say it, I guess."

She looked at him for a second, before she said, "Oh." The room continued to be awkward.

"So, I mean—I guess Naruto knew what I want. He wasn't very dense in this situation, but I mean, locking us up like this?"

"Wait—you planned it out?"

"No, no! I haven't told anybody. He probably just figured it out on his own…"

"So that's why he said it was your birthday and stuff…" Sakura sighed, lying back on the bed. "I guess he was trying to do what was best for you. He really cares about you in a brotherly way."

"You're not the type of girl who fantasizes about boy love, do you?" Sasuke asked. "Because I'm not gay. I just confessed to you."

"Yeah, I know." She continued to look at the ceiling. "My friends talk about you all the time."

She didn't notice that he scooted closer to her. "Oh yeah? What about you, do you talk about me?"

Sakura blushed and sat straight up, redoing her blouse and smoothing the folds. "I—I, er…"

"So you do?"

"No! Well…maybe a couple times," she said, embarrassed. "I don't want to be another one of the girls that worship you when you're not totally worthy of it."

"Thanks," he said half-heartedly. "Ha."

Sasuke scooted closer to her and held one of her hands in his own. "Sakura—"

"YOU DONE YET?" Naruto intruded on them, the key swinging in his hand. He looked at their progress. "And damn, I just came at the wrong time." He sighed. "Too awkward to finish it now. Whatever. Thanks for your help anyway, Sakura-chan. And teme, try to make your move quicker. Let's go. Sensei's lookin' for us." He took Sasuke by the wrist while Sasuke tried to stop.

"Wait, Naruto—"

Sasuke went back to Sakura and whispered in her ear. "I'd like it if you'd come eat with me after school. I'll order you something tasty at the nearby café. I'd like to spend it with somebody this year." He handed her one of his business cards that read:

Uchiha Sasuke
123-xxx-xxxx
High School Student
Single but Straight

"I only give these out to people I'm close to, so I swear, if this leaks out I won't forgive you," he said, joking. "Call me." His lips touched her ear and she turned bright red, sitting on the bed while he was forced away by Naruto. Sasuke, smirking, felt as if he could handle any punishment given to him, and Naruto kept badgering him for information. Meanwhile, Sakura smiled as she laughed, finding out that the cool, calm, and collected Uchiha Sasuke could be so nervous, especially when talking to her—a plain Jane that he had a crush on.

Adding the number to her phone, she ripped and crushed the card and recycled it, deciding to skip sports and wait in front of the gates at three.

Slight changes 7.8.14!