title: Born to Be Three
prompt: SASUSAKU MONTH 2015
rating: K-M

summary: o21: Sasuke tells Sakura he wants to change his hairstyle and…grow it out.

dedicated to: my baes on tumblr - i love you all!

NOTE THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE MONTH: I wanted to add Sarada in many of these prompts, because she's a part of this beautiful family too /sobs forever at my babies having babies/ but sometimes I either couldn't find a way to fit her in and, to be honest, I have little experience writing about her! Hopefully that will change

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Midlife Crisis

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Sasuke tells Sakura he wants to change his hairstyle and…grow it out.

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"WHAT?!" Sakura shrieked. Her laugh came out like a banshee cackle, shrill enough to break each window of their newly rebuilt house. "What—are you serious, anata?"

She'd taken to calling him anata since their marriage, less than a month ago.

"Hn." Sasuke sat straight up on the stool, gazing intently at his troubled reflection in the mirror. His right hand fingered the spikes unhindered by gravity; he flicked them up and down with his finger.

"B-But why?" Sakura asked. She wrapped her arms around Sasuke from behind and pressed her chin on the top of his head. She pouted. Sasuke blushed and turned away, refusing to acknowledge how cute she was when she did that.

"I…need a change."

Sakura's warmth escaped him. "Eh?" Sakura said. "Why so sudden? You've kept this hair for so long. It's not you without it!" She frowned. "Now Naruto and I won't be able to make fun of your chicken butt."

Sasuke's hand trailed through his black locks. He ignored her immature remark, knowing how often she and Naruto liked to giggle like schoolgirls over his hair. "I'm older now, Sakura. It's not appropriate for someone my age."

"Ah," Sakura smiled. "You're not that old. Twenty is not that old to be having a midlife crisis. You're still in the prime of your life, mentally and phy—especially physically," she teased. His blush increased and he shooed her away. She embraced him once again, but this time, she made herself comfortable on his lap.

"Twenty is half of forty. Forty is almost fifty. And fifty is half a century. So yes, Sakura, I am old."

She ignored his reaching and fumbled for the scissors underneath the sink. "So you want me to cut it, or…?"

"I'm going to grow it out. I'm hoping it'll be, ah, perhaps a little shorter than yours." He twirled the ends of her hair, hovering over her shoulder bones, around his finger.

Sakura's eyes twinkled. "You want to match with me? Ah, Sasuke-kun, if it gets that long, I can braid it or put it in a ponytail or bun and try out so many different hairstyles with you! Yes, yes, please grow out your hair!"

It was too late to say no. Plus, Sasuke figured, a new hairstyle would be nice for a change. New hair, new life.

Although, judging by the amount of hair care products in their bathroom, he hoped it wouldn't be too high maintenance.

updates come regularly on tumblr for each day. I'm lazy at uploading on ff, but rest assured everything will be up by the end of this month. XD

note: chapter 12, white flag, has been replaced :)