Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
A Hot Cup of Tea
Sasuke had learnt, somewhere along the line, that the small things in life were to be treasured, not passed on as if they were nothing more than an insignificant gesture. He'd probably learnt that when his clan died, and all the little things they did for him stopped. The little things had started up again now, his lovely wife handing him a drink as he came in from a mission in the early hours of the morning. Sakura always did this, and he was grateful as he raised it to his lips and took a sip.
"It's always so warm."