This same timing, the same grumble…it can't be. Sasuke opened his eyes with a huff, noticing even the same loud thud inside his house. Ashura was already sprinting towards the living room so there was absolutely no mistake who was the intruder─for the 3rd time straight in every weekend.

Lo and behold, that idiot was once again snoring on his couch, with Ashura perched on the tanned chest. Sasuke flicked Naruto's forehead few times, grumbling:

"Hey. Moron. Wake up."

Naruto whapped his hand away, mumbling. "Kiba, f'off 'mma sleeeep…zzzzzzzzz"

Sasuke sighed, slapping on the blond head a little harder than usual. Nope, the dumbass was completely out cold. His eyes trailed to the kitchen cabinets, musing whether there was a need to tie Naruto up once again. After all, despite that this technically counted as property invasion, he's not a dangerous individual.

Buuut…considering that Sasuke was feeling a tad mischie─…suspicious, he better tie Naruto's wrists…just to make extra sure.

The next morning, what woke him up was Naruto's voice of "Wawawawa─" and a subsequently loud thud that gave him some sort of inner satisfaction. Shaking his head, Sasuke went to meet his unwanted visitor.

He snorted witnessing the unfolding situation: his cat decided that the dumbass' face could make a nice pillow to sit on while Naruto couldn't fend him off.

"Heee─lp" Came the feeble whine, lying on the floor.

Sasuke made few noises to catch Ashura's attention, but his kitten looked quite cozy on his spot. He caught his cat by his scruff, a raised eyebrow in response to Naruto's disgruntled face.

"Seriously, any reason I'm tied up again?"

"The bigger question here is why do you keep invading my house. Tying your arms is rather a small thing compared to all legal actions I could do considering you are trespassing private property without consent." Sasuke barked back.

"Whoa─dude, you don't have to go all out for blood as if I offended your mom! It was just a simple question, you know I'm not dangerous." Naruto retorted. "So, you really into BDSM? A lil whippin'? No?"A slow smirk dawned on the tanned face as he muttered. "Or maybe you like seeing me all tied up like that."

"In your dreams." Sasuke crossed his arms.

"Hah, maybe in yours."Naruto shifted a little to show his body in full view, his hips undulating a little as he tightened his arms. "So don't you wanna free me now?"

Sasuke stared unimpressed. "Stop flexing your muscles moron, you look ridiculous." He said, awaiting the following outburst of indignation from the blond man.

However, despite his initial expectations Naruto let out a short bark of laughter.

"You just watched The Wolf of Wall Street?" He said amused.

Sasuke blinked, realizing that he unconsciously just quoted a line from the movie. "Rewatched yesterday."

"Yeah, it's a great movie. Leonardo diCaprio totally nailed on that role! I love watching his movies ya know. Martin Scorsese also gave him a lot of freedom to act so brilliantly too."

Sasuke nodded. "What impressed me was the flowing of the narrative, and the cast was all well chosen for their part."

"I agree! Jonah Hill was another one who impressed me too! Margot Robbie who was practically newbie in the industry delivered so well. Her southern accent was really believable."

"Also, it's nice that Scorsese kept pushing the envelope even further, even if Hollywood dictates a safer and simpler plot. It gives more encouragement for other directors to do the same."

So engrossed in this conversation, Sasuke found bewildered the sudden silence coming from the other man. Naruto smiled bashfully, raising his arms a bit.

"I'd love to continue talking about these awesome movies but it's kinda weird chatting all tied up right." Naruto added. "I'll cook you breakfast!"

Sasuke stared down, then shrugged, finding a box cutter nearby as he cut. "Considering you spent another night in my house, this was something you're under the obligation to do so."

"Yeah yeah." Naruto rubbed his shoulders, stretching his limbs. "So what do you want to eat this time?"

Sasuke would be lying if he said that he wasn't looking forward to eat another delicious breakfast from Naruto. He even searched some more complex recipes as inspiration."Poached eggs with ham, tomatoes and portobello mushrooms."

Naruto shook his head. "What? American breakfast again? No bowl of rice with a fried fish and some nice miso shiro? Pity. You know the saying…"

Then, out of nowhere, the blond man launched some incomprehensible gibberish that Sasuke vaguely recognized to be Japanese. As Naruto turned to face him, Sasuke muttered incredulous:

"What the hell did you just say?"

Blue eyes blinked, Naruto rubbed the back of his neck flustered. "Oh sorry, I thought you were Japanese."

"My ethnicity is Japanese but that doesn't mean I know Japanese. I was born here, in America."

"My bad. I guess I always kind of automatically expect that any Japanese here knows some Japanese?" Naruto noticed the way Sasuke pursed his lips and hastened to apologize. "I didn't mean to offend you, I mean, you don't have any obligation to know Japanese of course."

Sasuke nodded hesitantly back, when Indra bumped his head on his leg. He cleared his throat. "Anyways, breakfast."

Naruto brightened up. "Right! Breakfast! Hey, you don't mind waiting a little 'cuz I need to pick up some things from Kiba's house?"

"…why?"

"Your kitchen is nice and you have good ingredients and utensils but I guess I'm more used with my own things. I got a nice idea for the poached egg that it's going to blow your mind!"

And thus Naruto walked towards the door without any further ado. The grey kitten followed behind, meowing, so Naruto picked him up with a grin. "Ashuurraaaa─you're the cutest lil kitten! I'll be right back ok?" He kissed on the top of the kitten's head and was out for few minutes.

He came back with a small cart with wheels and three levels of stools. The top of it there were several fresh herbs, varied spices, three kitchen knives and other utensils. On the stool below there were pots and pans, in it laid several glass bottles with assorted liquids. And lastly, the third stool contained the ingredients.

"You always have these around your friend's house?" Sasuke enquired puzzled.

"Ah yeah, I'll end up cooking for everyone whenever our friends would get together for a dinner. I'm used to it." Naruto explained while he selected the mushrooms and began wiping the dirt off with a towel paper. "Oh, in any case you're suspicious, these mushrooms are organic."

"Hn."

"They are also not poisonous." Naruto teased.

"I'm not so sure. You should make two portions so I can use you as a poison tester then."Sasuke muttered, while patting Indra's head.

"If it makes you happier." Naruto grinned, as he grabbed the rest of the ingredients and began washing the tomatoes.

He also grabbed a bowl and a large pan, a whisk and several eggs. While he was cracking the eggs, dividing the yolks, he put the skillet on the smallest flame on the stove. Olive oil was added as well as tomatoes and the mushrooms on the skillet. Naruto began warming the butter in another pan, the bowl containing the yolk ready to be mixed with vinegar using whisk until he felt a presence nearby. He turned to see Sasuke surreptitiously glancing at the stove.

"…yes?" Naruto asked.

Sasuke recomposed himself in terms of seconds, clearing his throat. "What."

"You need something?"

"No, nothing." Sasuke took few steps back, half turning away.

Raising an eyebrow, Naruto continued stirring the yolk, as he also checked the tomatoes and the mushrooms. Once again, he noticed Sasuke's eyes focused on the food. Or if he could be more accurate; in the preparation of such food.

Sasuke caught the badly concealed grin coming from the blond chef as he narrowed his eyes. Naruto's hands were still moving everywhere in a rapid motion, chopping some herbs as he rechecked the vegetables once again; adding seasoning. It was changing into a nice color on the pan. He finished mixing the yolk as he put it aside, cutting two pieces of bread in half.

"You like cooking as a hobby don't you."

Sasuke blinked at the statement spouted out of nowhere, as Naruto said with a matter-of-fact tone.

Naruto smiled at him. "You have several spices and herbs you use frequently when I saw that most of the bottles were already halfway done. But you have some other unique ones which means you like experimenting. The ingredients you have are all fresh and have a good quality. The pans are stainless steel and you took good care of it too. Above all your knives are quite sharp from a nice brand, which means that you know that one of the most important part of cooking is a sharp knife."

Sasuke lifted an eyebrow impressed, crossing his arms. "And what makes you think cooking is just a hobby for me and I'm not a professional chef like you?"

"Your hands, they look pretty normal." Naruto grinned. "All cookers and chefs have calloused hands and several cuts, not to mention some scars from burns. In the restaurant I work we joke that those are trophies, spoils from war." He noticed the mushrooms sizzling so he asked. "Sorry, can you get some plates for me?"

Sasuke picked them up from the cabinet and observed Naruto neatly putting the mushrooms and tomatoes on it, sprinkling with the herbs as he put a small twig of rosemary as decoration. He put the skillet on the sink to briefly wash the flavor off from the vegetables as he reheated again, putting another dash of oil once the water had dried off.

"In case you wanna know, the best to cook mushrooms and tomatoes is a slow cook, keep them whole to enhance the flavor. You can't wash the mushrooms."

"Why?"

"Because the mushrooms will absorb the water, making it soggy. If you want to wash, at least let it dry for about half an hour before cooking. The tomatoes, by the way, it's better if you can buyit with their vines. It's fresher. The moment you pluck the vegetables out of their stem is a battle against time so if you can keep for as long as possible it's better."

Sasuke took mental notes, nodding. "So this counts rule counts on every vegetable?"

"Wait a min." Naruto mumbled, picking up the ham slices and frying with his skillet. He hummed perusing on the ham as he used a tong to pick them up. He put the breads to fry afterwards, waiting to get a nice crisp texture as he also set them aside and reheated the water, putting more vinegar and salt in it.

Sasuke waited as the blond chef organized the plate, returning his attention to the water later on.

"Sorry, what was the question again?" Naruto asked, stirring the pot with a whisk.

Sasuke cleared his throat. "You said it's better to keep vegetables with their vines, then─"

"Oh yeah! No, not all of them. Like…root vegetables such as carrot and potatoes, they get sweeter over time. Hey, awesome. Now the water is perfect to make the poached egg. The secret is to cook it when it began boiling." Naruto put the eggs in a cup, dropping on the boiling water as he finished cooking at last.

Mindlessly whistling while he placed the fried ham and poached egg on the piece of bread, Naruto completed by spreading the cooked yolk on it.

"It's Hollandaise sauce, in any case you're wondering. Alright~it's all done!" Naruto chirped, putting the dishes on the table as they both sat facing each other. The kittens also approached, attracted by the smell.

Sasuke stared down the dish. It looked too high class to be just a normal breakfast.

Naruto clapped with his hands positioned in a prayer. "いただきます〜(thank you for the food)"

While he was cutting the mushroom, Sasuke wondered. "So you studied Japanese then?"

"Oh, I'm Japanese." Naruto replied. "Born and raised in Japan."

"…you're hafu(mixed race)?" Sasuke asked, considering that Naruto's name was typically Japanese.

"Hm, I wouldn't know." Naruto rubbed his neck."I grew up in an orphanage ya know. Whoever were my parents abandoned me behind a hospital I heard."

Sasuke stiffened at once, food forgotten. Unsure of what words he could use, he blurted out. "Sorry."

"Huh?" Naruto shook his hands in disagreement. "Oh, there's nothing to apologize about, I got into a very nice orphanage! I went to good schools and the social workers helped me a lot, it's thanks to them I managed to study gastronomy."

Sasuke nodded, detecting a small accent coming from the blond man upon close inspection. "Your English is pretty good though."

Naruto laughed. "Well, you noticed that I love watching movies right? Back in my teens when I was still goin' in a rebellious stage. You know, trying to find my identity, my heart, my soul whatever you name it. So I practiced my English while watching it. I used to imagine that I was actually American, some son from a famous mafia and my parents had to leave me here and they'll be back as soon as they could, rescuing me from this place, in an epic battle, guns blazing and bullets flying everywhere. As you can see I watched a lot of Godfather and Scarface. Rewatched hundred times."

"Explains a lot of your thuggish vocabulary." Sasuke smirked, taking a bite on the mushroom. He struggled to keep his impassive face, marveling the savory flavor and its perfect firmness.

"…" Naruto didn't even bother defending himself, watching Sasuke with amused interest. "Hey…I know you want to moan, I know my food is delicious. Go on. No need to restrain yourself."

"Shut up." Sasuke grumbled.

"Let it all out. This feeling is buried deep inside your soul and it wants to scream for everyone to hear it. I definitely want to hear it too."

"No, you're being delusional."

A mischievous smile blossomed on Naruto's face. "Or maybe you need some inspiration."

Black eyes widened and then narrowed. "Don't you dare."

"I'll show ya."

"You're insan—"

Naruto moaned very loudly, the noise resembling very close to the dirtiest raunchy porn available in his stash.

"You dumbass!" Blushing, Sasuke kicked his shin from below the table which promptly made Naruto halt the feverous mating call.

The blond man groaned, while chortling. "Ow ow ow, hitting the chef you ingrate!" He continued laughing despite Sasuke's peeved expression.

Sasuke glared, even though he was also twitching his lips upwards in response. "I'll sic Indra onto you."

Naruto raised his hands in mock surrender. "I'll stop I'll stop. There's no way I can win against the mighty claws of this cute little murdering machine. Indra I can see killing me on the spot. Ashura is an adorable little kitty though. Aren't you Ashura?"

Fluffy ears perked up from the call, as Ashura jumped and settled on Naruto's lap.

"Awwwwww─he's so cuuuuute!" Naruto hugged the kitty, rubbing his cheek on the grey colored fur. "I'm gonna kidnap you so I can have you all for myself!"

"Don't you dare." Sasuke muttered between bites. "I doubt Indra will allow either."

"そんなかわいい猫から、どうしたきみがそんなくそオーナーいるか？(you're such a cute cat, why do you have such an asshole owner?)" Naruto replied while he patted Ashura's head.

"I don't know what the hell you just spouted but I do know you said 'kuso' somewhere and that's a curse word, so you better stop it or else." Sasuke threatened nonchalantly, earning a easygoing smile coming from Naruto.

"So you do know some Japanese huh." Naruto spoke. "Practiced at home? Or went to a school?"

"Hn. Me and my brother used to go to a Japanese language school back when we were kids." Sasuke explained, recalling distant memories. "We had to talk in Japanese with our grandparents back then till they passed away, that was long time ago."

Afterwards, he was stuck knowing only the basics and never bothered himself to brush up his skills. Itachi being the genius that he was, managed to cultivate it and nowadays he spoke as fluently as his Japanese clients he dealt every day.

"Hmmm…that's very unfortunate I guess. So you're the third generation of Japanese immigrants? Makes sense that this tradition of passing the language would be lost to younger generations." Naruto mused out loud.

"I'm the third generation from my father's side. My mother is Japanese though."

"Oh really? Cool."

"Yes, well…she really made an effort in incorporating Japanese in our education…until they got divorced."

It was Naruto's time to stiffen in response, unsure how he should react to this landmine. "Sorry…"

Sasuke shrugged, his shoulders tense. "It's nothing really. All part of the past."

In his faint reminiscences, she would still visit them from time to time, ruffling his head and telling him bedtime stories. Months progressed as those special moments were growing scarce, bigger gaps of void and her smiles melting away. She went back to her homeland in a fateful day, leaving nothing but bitterness, an empty house and broken family. He spent the rest of his childhood and teens watching his father buried in his work, their ties distancing until it was almost impossible to be fixed.

Naruto scratched the back of his head, muttering. "Okay, if you say so…"

Sasuke grunted wordlessly, redirecting his attention to his food. For a moment the kitchen only echoed sounds of metal clattering with the porcelain dishes, altogether with quiet chewing from them.

Naruto recalled about chatting in regard of The Wolf of Wall Street, Sasuke gladly jumped in this opportunity of changing the subject. They talked about filming techniques, structure of plot, soundtrack…even traded few movie titles recommendation, ranging from romantic comedy to horror. Sasuke had a fairly knowledge over European movies, while Naruto knew good chunk of Japanese and Chinese ones.

Their conversation kept on even when they were cleaning the table, with Naruto washing the dishes and Sasuke dried them out. He listened amused about Naruto's stories when he firstly moved to New York, he had a stomach ache the first time he tried a burrito. His own thoughts wavered to consider the possible hard time his mother had when she lived in this country, as he muttered:

"I can't imagine what my mother had gone through, considering that time we didn't even have internet and our world weren't as globalized as it is nowadays. That took a lot of courage…Going to a different country all by herself…I'm sure that there was a big cultural shock."

"Hm yeah, there sure is. Attitude, manners and all you know? Americans express your opinion very openly and direct, while we generally prefer avoiding this since we think this is more polite. Plus we're usually more closed off in comparison to you guys. I guess I'm the exception of the rule."

"I can see that." Sasuke smirked in response. "You've been living here for how long?"

"Three years already! I got a recommendation from the restaurant I used to work in Tokyo. It's been an awesome experience so far."

"You never felt homesick?" Sasuke asked, a distant image of his mother forming in his mind.

Naruto shrugged. "At first yeah…then you get used to it. Besides, my plan is to learn as much as I can over here and then open my own restaurant one day."

Pausing, Sasuke gazed the determination filling Naruto's blue eyes, mounting a considerate respect towards him. "So you intend to open a Japanese restaurant then?"

"Huh…well, not exactly. Tokyo has a huge variety of different styles of food, so if I stick to only one nationality I won't be able to stand out. That's why I'm learning over here so I can open a contemporary restaurant later on."

"…so you want to go back to Japan after all." Sasuke was befuddled with himself. Why was he feeling disappointed about this? There was no reason to feel like that, it's even weirder considering that it's only the third time he met this man.

Unaware about Sasuke's internal turmoil, Naruto chuckled, replying. "Nah, not really, it can be New York too, whatever goes, I'm flexible." He waggled his eyebrows that resulted an automatic roll of eyes from the brunet. "It's gonna be hard either way, it's expensive as fuck buying land in any of these cities."

Sasuke snorted, commiserating about the high living standards of big metropolis.

"Besides, I don't think I'll return to Japan soon, not when I still can't have the freedom of being comfortable with my sexuality over there." Naruto contemplated with his forehead furrowed.

Blinking shocked, Sasuke took some time to absorb those words as he gave his own input:

"Hm, I've heard some stories about gay people struggling in Japan." And that was one of the few things Sasuke was thankful about his father, at least Fugaku was open minded enough in not bothering with the fact his younger son was gay.

"Yeah, we still have long ways to get better in this you know? There are some progress, but it's a topic we prefer avoiding. There's a lot of misinformation and general ignorance from most people, it's hard to discuss with someone who thinks that homosexuality is actually a mental disease that can be cured but this person doesn't say it because he hates gays, but more like it's just something he knows nothing about it."

"That's terrible." Sasuke muttered.

"Well, people are changing at least, even if it's little by little. I still believe that most of us will be more accepting in the near future." Naruto finished cleaning the sink and beamed. "And now we're all done! Where's Ashura? I wanna hug him some more, he's so cuuuuuteeee─"

Shaking his head, Sasuke grabbed the pack of cat food and poured the content in their bowls. The mere noise of plastic bag crinkling made the kittens sprint back to the living room, as they gobbled down with gusto.

Both men watched them eat, until Naruto cleared his throat to catch Sasuke's attention.

"Anyways…" Naruto muttered, not meeting the dark gray eyes. "You have anything to do this afternoon?"

Puzzled, Sasuke asked. "Why?"

"I was thinkin'…I mean, since we both like watching movies and all…There's The Revenant that everyone is saying is really good, plus Leonardo diCaprio and Tom Hardy is starring in that movie…so if you wanted to watch─I mean, unless you already watched it of course─" Naruto babbled, fidgeting on his spot.

Suddenly, a light bulb clicked in his mind, as his eyes widened in response. Resisting the urge to also squirm with the blond chef, Sasuke hastily returned to stare his kittens once again.

This…this doesn't sound bad, actually. He had a pleasant morning with Naruto, he also semi-admitted Naruto was handsome, their personalities juggled well despite the apparent differences…

…but why does his heart felt so unsettled.

His mouth slowly opened to retort. "Sorry, I'm going biking with some of my friends…then we're going to a bar afterwards."

Sasuke almost cringed the way Naruto deflated, looking crestfallen. However, he was quick to recompose himself, scratching his golden head. "Yeah, I guess it was too sudden right? Figures you had other plans, 's okay."

Glancing guiltily, Sasuke scratched Indra's ears, considering a little. He spoke, careful with his wording. "I could…go to the restaurant you work one day though. Your food is…passable, so I guess it wouldn't hurt trying there."

Naruto raised an eyebrow, and then muttered to himself with a playful grin. "ツンデレ。。。(tsundere)"

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. "Stop with this Japanese already, unless you want Indra to claw all over your face."

"What? Did I say something now? Must be your ears, you need to get them cleaned." Naruto feigned innocence. "Anyways…I work in the Bâtard restaurant."

It was almost like a cold bucket of water fell on his head, Sasuke froze in face of such odd coincidence, stomach twisting from all the unpleasant memories.

"You probably already heard about Bâtard but in any case you didn't, it's one of the best contemporary restaurants in New York! They even won some prizes and I'm really lucky that I can work there. I recommend eating the Yellowfin tuna with marinated radish and quinoa if you hadn't gone there already, unless you're not into seafood, in that case I can recommend you some other dishes."

Sasuke clenched his jaw, grunting with a huff. "I already went to Bâtard before."

"Oh really?" Naruto perked up in response. "So, what do you think of it, you can be really honest about it, I wouldn't mind."

His hands were clammy from the cold sweat, Sasuke tightened into fist as he answered. "The place is really good, nice ambience, good service and the dishes are delicious." The problem wasn't the restaurant, more like the company he was forced to tolerate once in a while.

"That makes me really happy you enjoyed eating there. Hey, if you want you can call me before eating dinner there and I'll cook you some special dish!" Naruto said cheerfully, oblivious to the sudden darkening in Sasuke's mood.

"There's no need, thank you."

An unpleasant silence fell in between, as Naruto was befuddled about the brunet's dry answer. He twiddled his thumbs, gazing down as Ashura came to his view, rubbing on his legs. He forced a smile to his lips, as he began walking towards the door. "Well um…I guess that's it for today, I better go."

Swiveling his head towards Naruto, Sasuke wanted to hit himself ten thousand times over. Now the blond man probably misunderstood that he was turning him down and was retreating out of consideration.

"Naruto, wait."

The other man turned around, completely taken off guard that Sasuke actually called by his name.

Sasuke thinned his lips. "See you next week."

Cerulean eyes blinked several times to absorb this information. Naruto then smiled. "Okay, next week then."

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It became a habit in the following months.

Naruto would always arrive on Friday nights, with Ashura cuddling him while the blond man would doze off instantly. If it wasn't for the fact that Naruto was a harmless individual, Sasuke should have been rather alarmed how easy it was to enter his house (he always closed his windows before going to sleep so how did this dumbass managed to open it every single time?) but he lived in a very safe neighborhood, police cars patrolled there frequently, they even knew preemptively that Naruto was his neighbor's friend.

In the morning, Sasuke would whack his head as a greeting, he would scratch his tanned belly half-awake, hearing that day's breakfast choice and then mumbling as he went to Kiba's house to retrieve his cart. His azure eyes would sharpen the instant he'd cut any vegetable, as he continued giving tips of cooking as the brunet would listen intently. They would proceed to have a very engaging conversation while they ate, hours flying by when they least expected it. Then, Naruto would always invite him to spend the afternoon to watch a movie, or jog in the park, or even drink some beer in some bar. Sasuke would always come up with any excuse instead of accepting it.

They could no longer lie that this was merely an accidental situation, not when Naruto no longer stank of alcohol whenever he crashed in Sasuke's house (now that he recalled, the blond chef didn't reek of alcohol at the 3rd encounter already), or the fact that he sounded pretty sober whenever he greeted Ashura at night. The fact that his neighbor was smirking knowingly whenever Sasuke stumbled across him on week days just made it harder to keep himself in denial.

Sasuke had to admit Naruto was, for the lack of better words…refreshing. He was outside the spectrum of his usual social circle, it was nice talking with someone who is not in the same professional area like his colleagues. He still maintained contact with his college friends but it's really not the same.

Which now begs the question…why? Why did Sasuke keep refusing Naruto's advances? Sasuke couldn't wrap up his mind the reason why he kept delaying going out with the blond man. If he really wasn't interested, he wouldn't waste time and would refuse directly, usually…if he was interested he would accept instantly, also usually…Sasuke never saw any point in playing hard to get.

Analyzing logically, there was no reason to say no to any of Naruto's invitations. They were all interesting ideas, some he was even looking forward to do it. He felt at ease with Naruto's presence, they had many topics in common and their bantering would never die out. It was almost as if he already knew him for over a lifetime. Sasuke also had to admit that he was a very good-looking man, and he was drawn towards him with something more than only physical attraction. And even if he wanted to bang Naruto just because he's hot, he wouldn't stall this situation so unnecessarily.

And yet, despite every rational sense, they've reached this impasse. To make matters worse, Sasuke caught himself realizing that they were behaving like an old married couple. By now Naruto knew his house like the back of his hand, picking up the plates without having the need to ask for it. Ashura found his perfect play mate every weekend and even Indra was starting to warm up to him. And him, too.

Every Saturday morning consisted in going to the living room with an uncharacteristic eagerness, as he attempted to lull down his loud heartbeats.

And in one of those days, he met the sight of Naruto lying down on the sofa, bathed in sunlight as he scratched Ashura's ears, this natural domesticity growing fondly in each passing week. Once he noticed Sasuke's presence, his lips curled into an affectionate smile, greeting him a good morning. It took all his willpower in not dragging Naruto by his wrist and make him warm his bed all day. Every day.

Sasuke sighed. This was it. He's probably losing his mind, for sure.

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AN: at first this was supposed to be a one-shot that became a two-shot and now it has 3 chapters. I swear to God, those fics that spam out of my control…

The thing about someone believing that homosexuality is a mental disease is unfortunately based on my cousin. It was hard to talk with him because he seriously said it without any ill intent, based solely on ignorance. Luckily his wife intervened.

In any case you guys are interested, I based the breakfast on this video below. Enjoy~

(youtubeDOTcom)watch?v=p1mGDiEbni4