(I HATE) the way you cut your hair

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Yahiko

"I still can't believe we got them both on board. Both of them!" Yahiko said, flopping down into a booth at Burger King. Hidan slid into the seat opposite, dumping the tray of food down onto the table.

"Told ya it would work. Pein was such a fucking pushover, I don't get why people think he's some kind of badass..."

"Who thinks that? He looks like a taller version of a ninth-grade goth who pierced himself in the dark. No, he looks like a prep-hating 'goffick' vampire-wizard." Yahiko said with a grin.

"What the fuck?"

"Never mind. But yeah, how did you get him to agree?"

Hidan had been 'in charge' of convincing Pein to pay Sasori to take Deidara to the party, and Yahiko had been in charge of letting Sasori know who was really pulling the strings behind the whole thing. Now that they'd actually done it, though, Yahiko felt pretty uncomfortable. He kind of felt like a dick.

"I feel like a dick about it, though." he confessed. Hidan glanced at him, his cheeks stretched full of burger. He made a vague effort to chew and swallow before responding.

"Whatcha talkin' about? You feel like a dick? Still look like a pussy to me."

"Thanks." Yahiko rolled his eyes. "Anyway, how did you get Pein to agree? I'd have thought he'd just ignore her dad's rule and ask her out anyway."

"He was going to. But he said that she actually listens to her dad and said no." Hidan took another huge bite of his burger. Yahiko dipped a fry in ketchup and bit it. "I told him your idea, and in exchange I got him to recommend me to model for Hot Topic." Yahiko nearly choked on his fry.

"W-what? He actually is a Hot Topic model? And since when do you want to model?" Hidan just laughed.

"'Course he models for them. Everyone knows about that. And fuck no, I don't want to be a pussy-ass model! I just couldn't think of anything else at the time! I could always just show up at the gig and sacrifice them all to Jashin..." Yahiko shook his head, laughing.

"Oh, my god... I can't believe he agreed to that..." Hidan shrugged, shoving a handful of chicken nuggets into his mouth.

"Yeah, well. But why did you suggest that scrawny ass redhead to be our guy? He looks like he's fifteen." Hidan asked. Yahiko smiled.

"I have French with him. He's pretty... how should I put it. There are a lot of crazy stories about him. Apparently he tried to poison one of his project partners last year. And he makes iron maidens for most of his projects. Working ones. Also he's kind of a dick. So I thought Sasori would be-"

"Back the fuck up. Sasori? Sasori Akasuna?" Hidan asked, leaning forward, his mouth completely full of food. Yahiko nodded, puzzled. Hidan snorted.

"Perfect. Fucking perfect. This is better than I thought."

"Do you know him?"

"Nope. But Deidara hates him. And by hates, I mean he wants to fuck him to death." Yahiko cleared his throat.

"Um... good?" Hidan nodded.

"So now you've just got one thing to do." He pointed at Yahiko.

"You've got to ask Big Blue to the party." Yahiko took a bite of his burger.

"Mhmm."

Deidara

Deidara walked into the computer lab and sat down at an empty desk. He spun the chair around a couple times before rolling towards the monitor and switching it on. He plugged in his earphones. After a few seconds, he was logged into Youtube and playing his playlist composed exclusively of bomb explosions. He turned the sound down a little and took out his sketchbook. He doodled a couple designs, aware that he should do some homework, but he was waiting for his headache to go away.

Not only that, but he really wasn't in the mood for chemistry. He knew how to make a bomb. Everyone knew he knew. And everyone knew they worked. And yet he still had to do all the stupid calculations and hand in all the stupid homework. That wasn't art at all.

He glanced up as a shadow fell across his desk and scowled, pulling out one of his earphones. Sasori Akasuna was, for some reason, standing in front of him, looking like he'd just crawled out of bed. His dark red hair was rumpled like he'd been dragged backwards through a hedge, and his heavily lidded eyes were shadowed. It felt a little late to say anything, so Deidara just sat there and glared. As usual. He had never actually said anything to Sasori, despite the fact that they'd had a class together every week for the last half-year. Whatever. He was an arrogant dickhead.

"How are you today, Deidara?"

Dear god, he'd said something. And he was smirking. Deidara's lip twitched involuntarily. There were several reasons why he had never spoken to Sasori. First and foremost, he was a pretentious, sarcastic asshole. The second reason was because Sasori hated him, too. And the third was probably because of that smirk.

Sasori Akasuna was short. Short, skinny, and pale as a grandma's ass. But the things he did have going for him were really, infuriatingly, agonizingly attractive. His hair. His I-was-just-fucked-so-hard hair. His eyes. His heavily lidded, bedroom eyes. His soft, breathy voice. The kind of voice you could too easily imagine saying the dirtiest things into your ear. And his smirk. That goddamn smirk.

Deidara vividly remembered the first time he'd seen it. His first day at this college, he had met Hidan, who had called him 'Barbie Doll'. And he'd taken Hidan's cigarette and outed it on the back of his hand. And he'd looked up to see Sasori smirking at him as he walked past. Never before had Deidara so desperately wanted to simultaneously punch someone and fuck their brains out. That smirk was the most dangerous sexual weapon in the world, so Deidara purposefully kept his distance.

Deidara just continued to glare, hoping he'd go away, as usual. Although, according to what 'as usual' normally meant, Sasori would have just walked to an empty table without saying anything. So this was already a strange situation.

Sasori just stood there. Smirking. Deidara's scowl deepened. Was he just going to wait until he said something? Were they really just going to stare each other down in silence until one of them broke? What was this, silence chicken? Finally, Deidara gave in.

"Do you need something?" he asked bluntly. Sasori's smirk widened. Fuck.

"I don't need anything." he said softly, looking at Deidara with what was plainly amusement in his eyes. "But I do want something."

"And what would that be? A personality?" Deidara asked irritably. Sasori pushed his lips out and raised his eyebrows.

"Ouch." Deidara rolled his eyes and pretended to be doing something important on the computer.

"Finding new explosions to listen to?" Sasori asked, tilting his head a little and grinning as he slipped his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. Deidara paused.

"How did you know-"

"I know a lot more than you think." Sasori said, scuffing his shoe on the floor. Deidara scowled and looked down.

"Doubtful." Sasori didn't say anything, but he picked up Deidara's pen and wrote something on the sketchbook. Deidara kept his gaze fixed on the floor.

"Why won't you look at me? Are you scared of me?" Sasori's voice was soft.

Deidara looked up angrily, to find that he'd leaned forward. His soft breath fanned over Deidara's nose as he got a full-force bedroom eyes gaze, complete with parted lips. Fuck.

"Maybe you're not scared of me. But you've definitely thought about me naked." Sasori said, smirking. Deidara felt his whole body bristle with irritation. He rolled his chair away and folded his arms.

"What the hell? You're pretty confident, considering you've got the body of the scrawniest twelve-year-old in the world coupled with the personality of a sewer rat. Just say what you've got to say and piss off, un."

Sasori pressed a thumb to his bottom lip and smiled. Like a fucking pin-up model.

"That's pretty rude."

"You're pretty rude." Deidara retorted. Definitely not his finest comeback. Sasori laughed softly. Deidara closed his eyes and pressed a fist against his forehead.

"Look, I have some work I'm supposed to be doing. Is there anything you actually wanted to say, or are you just being a dickhead?"

"Come to Bee's party with me this Saturday." Deidara blinked at him.

"What?" Sasori ran a hand through his hair. He looked almost self-conscious.

"I want you to come to Bee's party on Saturday. With me." Deidara stared at him.

"Are you... what the... I don't..." Sasori was grinning at him.

"You're blushing." he said, reaching forward and poking Deidara's forehead. Deidara grabbed his wrist and twisted it downwards, watching as Sasori's face twitched in pain.

"Don't fuck with me, un. Why the hell would I go anywhere with you? Now leave me the fuck alone!" The computer lab went quiet, and Deidara knew people were watching them. He let go of Sasori's wrist, but didn't stop glaring at him until he'd left the room.

"See you in class." Sasori called behind him.

Deidara shut his eyes and clenched his fists. His face felt hot and blood was pounding in his ears. Finally the other people in the lab started talking again. Deidara sighed, leaned back in his chair and spun it a few times.

"Fuck." he muttered.

He didn't want to think about what had just happened. He didn't want to think about how embarrassingly turned on he had been. He didn't want to wonder if Sasori had actually been asking him out, or had just been messing with him. Finally, he rubbed his face and rolled his chair back to his desk, pulling his sketchbook towards him.

He glanced at an unfamiliar marking on the page and frowned, sticking out his bottom lip. Now that he thought about it, Sasori had written something on it. He turned the book around and glared down at the messy writing on the corner; 'I'm being serious just so u know'. Deidara stared straight ahead, chewing the inside of his lip. Then he tore out the page, crumpled it up, and tossed it at the guy in front of him.

"Fucking... ugh." Deidara muttered to himself, furiously busying himself with his chemistry homework, his ears bright red.

Sasori

Sasori walked down the hallway towards the cafeteria, rotating his wrist and trying not to smile. That had gone pretty well, considering. Deidara could actually be kind of cute, even when he was being aggressive. Which, granted, was 90% of the time. Sasori grinned.

Being honest with himself, as much as he needed some extra money, he probably wouldn't have agreed to Pein's 'deal' if it had been anyone other than Deidara. He had been pissing Sasori off since he'd first arrived at the school. For one thing, Sasori had overheard him saying one of his displayed projects wasn't 'real art', which irked him to no end, considering Deidara's idea of artistic perfection was a stupid bomb. For another, he was exactly the sort of person who Sasori found irritating- he would come to class when he pleased, not caring at all if his tardiness inconvenienced anyone else. And he was pretty bratty and immature.

Not that he had actually ever had a conversation with Deidara until now, but Sasori was a keen observer. And so far, his observation of Deidara had confirmed that he was an irritating, immature, bomb-crazy nutcase with tasteless tattoos on the palms of his hands, of all places. However, he was also...

Sasori scratched the back of his head as he entered the cafeteria and made a beeline for the fridge. He took out a chocolate milk, grabbed a straw, and lined up to pay. He dropped two dollars into the cashier's hand and walked towards the corner full of sofas, eventually flopping down into an empty armchair. He shoved the straw into the milk, folded an arm behind his head, and considered why exactly he paid so much attention to Deidara.

For the entire time they'd had classes together, Deidara had not said a single thing to Sasori. He had just glared at him in a manner which Deidara probably thought was aggressive. He would follow Sasori with his eyes, his long, dark blonde hair covering part of his face, his bottom lip stuck out slightly. Sasori found it very distracting.

At first he had just vaguely wondered what Deidara's problem was, but a few classes later, when Sasori had smiled at him absentmindedly, Deidara had stared at him open-mouthed and dazed for a few seconds, then had sat down and turned around, looking absolutely furious, his ears bright red. And from that day on, Sasori had entertained himself by silently flirting with Deidara whenever he was bored. It was really fun.

Sasori twirled his straw around with his tongue, thoughtfully. Although he'd agreed to do it just for the money and for the opportunity to mess with Deidara... he had to admit, Deidara was actually kind of hot. That was a simple fact. Objectively, yes, he was attractive. He had straight teeth, he had relatively large, slanted blue eyes. His skin was tanned, he was very fit, and his long hair looked fun to bury your hands in and grip it. And his verbal tic was actually pretty cute.

Sasori shook his head. This was a job. A job. And an opportunity to mess with Deidara. Not an opportunity to imagine grabbing him by the hair and pulling him close enough to-

Sasori choked on his chocolate milk. What the fuck was he imagining!?

Hidan

"How's it hanging, blondie?" Hidan asked, ruffling Deidara's hair before sitting the wrong way around in a wheeling chair and spinning himself a couple times.

He was grinning- he couldn't help it. Deidara had texted him twenty minutes ago, asking him to meet him in the study hall's computer lab, and judging by how pissed he looked, Hidan was pretty sure he knew what Deidara wanted to talk about. Deidara scowled at him, snapped 'Don't call me that', then rolled his chair over to Hidan.

"This has been the single most bizarre and awful day of my entire life, un." Hidan tried to stop grinning, and failed. Whatever.

"What's up? You sad cuz you haven't made anyone explode yet?" Deidara gave him a look and rubbed his face.

"No. Well, yeah, but it's not that. You know that dickhead in my class, Sasori?"

"The Sasori you talk about practically every fucking day?" Deidara shot him a look.

"I do not. But yeah, that one." Hidan spun his chair around, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling spinning above him. "Hey, why aren't you at work?" Deidara asked, apparently just then realizing Hidan should be on his shift.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. They fired me. That fuckface Asuma took the whole coffee thing personally, I guess. Bastard got me kicked out." Hidan said, only a little bitterly. That job was shitty anyway. But the coffee had been free... Deidara snorted.

"Well, I'm not surprised. You could have blinded him."

"Naw. He's just being a pussy. Anyway, why the fuck did you make me haul my ass all the way over here just to talk about that shit-stain Asuma?"

"I didn't. I called you here to complain about Sasori, un." Hidan rolled his eyes.

"Fire away."

As usual, there was a five-minute-long angsty monologue about Sasori's "stupid face", which then segued into a ten minute rant which was basically "Who the fuck does he think he is?" and "most arrogant, creepy, annoying asshole ever" on repeat. Finally it got to the good stuff.

"...and then, you know what he does? He asks me to some weirdo's party! Like, he asked me out. Like, had it been anyone but Sasori, that's the kind of thing that would count asking asking someone out. But it's Sasori, so obviously he's just being a dickhead. But then he wrote some shit on my sketchbook... but the weirdest thing is that it seems like everybody's asking me to go to this dumb party, un." Hidan looked up.

"What?" Deidara rolled his eyes.

"Have you been listening?"

"Actually, yeah. Who else asked you to Bee's party?"

"Who the hell is Bee?"

"Doesn't matter, he's some guy, he's invited the whole school to a party. But who else asked you?" Deidara sighed and tossed his hair over his shoulder. Like a Barbie doll in the commercials.

"Konan was bugging me about it a couple days ago."

"Your cousin was?" That wasn't really surprising, if Big Blue wanted to go with Pein. Deidara nodded.

"Yeah. She really wants to go, and she can't unless I go..."

"So, are you gonna go?" Hidan asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Deidara narrowed his eyes and twisted his mouth.

"No way. I mean, maybe I would have, since Konan asked me-"

"No you wouldn't."

"You're right, I wouldn't have. But I'd've felt bad, at least. But there's no way I'm going now that fucking Sasori asked me. Like, I know he was just messing with me... I think... But like... ugh. No way." Hidan groaned and scratched the back of his head.

"Why the fuck are you so stubborn? Make your cousin happy! Jashin knows she puts up with enough of your bitching to deserve one night of getting shitfaced. And fuck Sasori."

"Literally!?" Deidara's ears turned red. Hidan grinned. How fucking obvious could he be?

"Only if you want to, which, of course, you don't. I meant fuck him figuratively. Who cares if he's gonna be there? Turn up, break a bottle, shove it down his throat, problem solved. Konan has fun. You come hang out with me." Deidara frowned.

"I dunno, I don't like going to school parties... I hate meeting people outside of class..." Hidan kicked Deidara's chair, sending him rolling away.

"Don't pussy out! If you won't do it for me, do it for your cousin! Come on, you like her. She's one of, like, literally two people you're nice to. So fucking be nice!" Hidan said as he got up.

"I'm gonna go get some food, I'm so fucking hungry my stomach's eating my brain."

"Well that's pretty obvious, bonehead. See you." Deidara called after him.

Hidan grinned. He was pretty sure Deidara would go to the party if Konan asked again. Maybe they wouldn't need Sasori's services, after all.

But it was fucking hilarious to watch Deidara try and pretend he wasn't thirsty as fuck for that guy.

Yahiko

Yahiko walked into the woodworking studio, feeling nervous. And then annoyed at himself for feeling nervous- yes, this whole paying-Sasori-by-proxy-to-take-out-Deidara-for-entirely-selfish-reasons was a legitimate reason to feel uncomfortable talking to the guy, but for god's sake, he was what, five foot five? And pretty scrawny. But then Yahiko remembered the hole in his French textbook.

"You look lost." Yahiko wheeled around to find Sasori walking past him with a can of varnish.

"Um, hi. Uh, I just wanted to ask how things went today...?" He self-consciously made an effort to look casual, resting his hand on Sasori's desk.

"Don't touch that." Yahiko quickly removed the offending hand. "What do you mean 'how things went'?" Sasori dipped a brush into the varnish and began painting it over the large wooden shell of what looked like a highly dangerous piece of furniture. If it was indeed furniture. It looked creepily humanoid.

"It's just, Hidan talked to Deidara a while ago, and he was really... pissed off." Sasori glanced at him and grinned. Yahiko swallowed- this guy... this guy was actually really attractive. In a scary way. But still.

"'Pissed off', huh? That's a good sign."

"Is it?" Yahiko asked, surprised. Sasori just smirked and continued to apply the varnish.

"Listen, kid-"

"Yahiko." It shouldn't bug him, but 'kid'? Really? From a guy who looked fifteen at most?

"Don't interrupt." Sasori's soft voice switched suddenly to an authoritative snap, making Yahiko jump. "Listen, how well do you know Deidara?"

"I don't know him at all." Yahiko admitted. Sasori raised an eyebrow and smirked again.

"That's what I thought. As a rule, if Deidara is angry at me, or complaining about me, or anything like that... it is not a bad sign. In fact, it's probably the opposite." Yahiko blinked.

"You're really confident." Sasori put down the brush and placed his hands down on the desk, leaning towards Yahiko.

"You were the one who suggested me for the job, right? Why?" Yahiko fidgeted under Sasori's heavily-lidded gaze. He wasn't sure if he should say 'because I find you intimidating' or not.

"It was kind of on a whim. I thought you'd probably be able to handle his... er... aggression." Sasori raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly.

"Very good. What did Hidan say when you suggested me?" Yahiko rubbed the back of his head, trying to remember.

"Um, something... When I told him your name, I think he laughed, and then he said that Deidara hated you... and then he said-" Yahiko stopped himself. Sasori smirked.

"What did he say?"

"Um, I can't quite remembe-"

"Yes, you can. What did he say?" Sasori pressed. Yahiko shifted awkwardly. Somehow, he felt like Sasori knew exactly what Hidan had said, and he was just making Yahiko say it to make a point. No, he was probably doing it to make Yahiko uncomfortable. Damn.

"He said that Deidara hates you, and that he wants to fuck you to death." Sasori raised his eyebrows, grinning.

"Really?" Yahiko frowned at him.

"Yeah..."

Was it just him, or was Sasori looking kind of... pleased? And not just in a 'ha-ha that makes my job easier' way. He shook his head. Judging by his impression of Sasori so far, he was probably just thinking of how uncomfortable it would make Deidara if he quoted it back to him. But still, he grinned a little. Maybe this whole thing would result in a matchmaking scenario for more people than he'd hoped.

"Well, there you go. So don't worry about me. Deidara will definitely go to the party." Sasori said smugly, picking up his brush again and gesturing at Yahiko with it. "

Now, piss off." Yahiko didn't need telling twice.

Konan

"Are you serious?" Konan gaped at Deidara, who was sitting across from her, leaning against the window, sulking with his entire body. "You'd do that for me?" Deidara tossed his hair and rolled his eyes.

"Well, yeah. I mean, I've been kind of a dick to you... and you always do nice stuff for me, so I guess I should return the favour at least once..." Konan beamed at him as she picked up her pumpkin spice latte, warming her fingers on it. "Well, that's what you say, but why this party? I ask you to come do stuff all the time, and you always say no." It was true. Konan had gotten him to do about six things since he'd come to stay with them last year. Of those six, only two involved interacting with other people. Deidara scowled.

"Hey, hey, shut up or I'll change my mind, un." Konan smiled, knowing he wouldn't- Deidara was stubborn, antagonistic, and a little immature, but he always kept his word. At least he did for her.

"Do you have a date?" she asked, taking a sip of her latte and smiling at him. It was kind of mean, but teasing Deidara was one of her most rewarding hobbies. His ears immediately went pink.

"Hell, no." His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Do you?" Konan bit her lips.

"Um... well, maybe...?" Deidara raised his eyebrows, and, as always, she spilled the beans.

"Okay, yes, kind of... yes! I'm pretty sure!" Deidara snorted, reaching for his coffee.

"What, did they ask you out in riddles?" Konan blew a raspberry at him.

"No, he did not. It's like, he asked if I wanted to go out on Saturday, which obviously I did, but you know... Daddy..." She scowled. "But then I suggested the party, hoping that for once you might come, and you are, so yay! Yes! I'm pretty sure it's a date!" Deidara raised his coffee in a mock-toast to her.

"So who is the unlucky guy?" Konan beamed.

"Okay, you know that really, really hot guy in our year?" Deidara took a big gulp of his coffee. "He's tall, with orange hair, lots of piercings, wears black all the time? Really, really hot?" Deidara frowned slowly.

"...The Hot Topic Model?" he asked suspiciously. Konan nodded.

"Uh-huh! I'm going to the party with him! I'm excited, but also nervous... I mean, sorry to share, but I've had a crush on him for like, a year..." She trailed off, looking at Deidara's face.

"What's up?"

"Burnt my tongue. Anyway... I've got class, actually... soon... so I'll see you later. Bye." He flashed her a smile, grabbed his coffee and his bag, and walked quickly out of the Starbucks. Konan watched him go.

"I wonder what's up with him?" she murmured.

Deidara

Yeah, he had totally lied about having a class to go to. But he hadn't really wanted to answer Konan's inevitable question- "Do you know him?" Deidara scowled and turned left, heading for the old baseball field instead of the school. He kind of wished she'd mentioned she was going to the party with him before he'd agreed to go... maybe he could just not turn up. But he didn't want to let her down again. He chugged the rest of his coffee, actually burning his tongue this time, and chucked the empty cup into a recycling bin.

It wasn't her fault, at all. He'd never told her that Pein was his ex-boyfriend. Besides, he wasn't such a dick that he'd forbid her from ever dating him, even if they really liked each other. He was only irritated by it because he was pretty sure that Pein didn't give a shit about her. He scuffed his shoe on the sidewalk as he waited at a red light, scowling. Maybe he was being over-protective. But why the hell did Pein have to mess around with Konan, who was genuinely a nice person?

It wasn't like he could really tell her not to go out with him... that would just sound really controlling and bitter. Besides, she could take care of herself, and she should make her own choices. He fisted his hair and tugged it, his exasperation and frustration intermingling.

Ugh. The whole day had been a confusing shitfest. First Sasori, then Hidan acting weird, now this... annoying new development.

Deidara walked across the old baseball diamond, slipped into the dugout, and sat down on one of the few intact benches. The place had had rezoning signs up for the past eight months, but the city still hadn't gotten around to razing it and building their apartment complex, or whatever it was.

Deidara snorted, wondering if one of the reasons they'd been holding off was because of the regular complains of explosions. Maybe they thought there were old landmines under it or something. He grinned and opened his bag, taking out his supplies. He had just started to soften the putty when he heard a voice -a horribly familiar voice- say his name. He looked up.

Sasori

"What the hell are you doing here?" Deidara was plainly too surprised to be angry. Sasori grinned.

"That's pretty rude, Deidara." He said his name slowly, letting it roll off of his tongue. He watched as Deidara shifted uncomfortably. So easy to read.

"You're pretty rude." Deidara mumbled, scowling. Cute.

"So, have you given any more thought to my offer?" Sasori asked, slipping his hands into the pockets of his sweater. He walked into the dugout and leaned against the chain-link fence opposite Deidara, who glared up at him. Sasori glanced around, musing that it would be a pretty good place to make out.

"No, I haven't."

"Ah, so you're going with your gut instinct, which naturally was to accept?" Deidara folded his arms across his chest and lifted his chin defiantly.

"You're pretty cocky, aren't you?" Sasori grinned.

"You have no idea." Deidara's ears went red. Sasori could barely contain himself- this was the most fun he'd had in a while. He thought again of what Yahiko had told him... "Fuck him to death", eh?

"Why are you smiling? You look stupid, un." Deidara said, tossing his hair and looking away.

"I was just thinking that this would be a good place to make out." Deidara turned back and glared up at him. Of course.

"Look, can you just fuck off? I already said I'm not-" he stopped. Sasori arched an eyebrow.

"Are you coming to the party, then?" Deidara scowled, tugging irritably at his half-ponytail.

"Well, I am, but not-"

"Glad you've accepted my offer." Sasori said with a smirk, turning and walking out of the dugout. "I'll pick you up at nine-thirty." He walked away, ignoring Deidara's protests. This had been a lot easier than he'd thought.

"Hey! Pretty boy!" Deidara grabbed his shoulder and swung him around. "I am not going with you, un!" Deidara insisted. Sasori raised his eyebrows, grinning.

"Did... Did you just call me pretty?" he laughed. Immediately the glower was wiped off of Deidara's face. He went pink.

"N..No-" Sasori pressed a hand against his mouth, really laughing now.

"Yeah, you did. You think I'm pretty, huh? That's so sweet, Deidara!" Deidara's face was darkening into a deep scowl. Pretty hot.

"It's a saying! It's an insult! People say it all the time! I didn't- I wasn't-" No way was he getting off that easy. Sasori tried to muffle his laughter, feeling he might be getting punched soon.

"You literally called me a pretty boy. You think I'm pretty. There's no use denying it now, Deidara." God help him, Deidara looked like he wanted to tear him limb from limb. He took a deep breath, obviously trying to calm himself down.

"Okay. I do not think you're pretty. I think you're gross and a complete dickhead. And I am not going to the party with you, un. Now leave me the fuck alone." Deidara said, as calmly as he could. He turned around and started walking back to the dugout. Sasori grinned after him.

"Whatever you say, cutie pie." He laughed again as Deidara gave him the finger.

"See you Saturday!" he called over his shoulder.

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