A snapshot of blond teenager with an angry urinary tract

I really should not have drank two liters of soda before bed, I thought to myself in retrospect.

Drinking two liters of soda before bed meant I had to tiptoe around the house, in the dark, at three o'clock in the morning without waking anyone up while I went to the toilet. It meant I woke up at an ungodly hour with my full bladder in pain, begging me to go into the cold night and relieve myself. So it probably wasn't the best decision I'd made. Maybe. I'll take it under consideration.

Me being me, I'd managed to trip on a pair of shoes, walked into a wall and closed the bathroom door on my fingers (which was followed by a long string of curses). This being despite the fact that the bathroom was directly connected to the guest bedroom.

Goddamn it's freezing out here.

Finishing my business I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, amusedly watching the soapy bubbles grow and pop with the movement of my hands. I slicked my hands and rubbed them together, making bubbles as big as I could but then I realized that I was wasting water and so I rinsed my hands and turned the tap off.

I wonder if I could sneak into the kitchen and make myself a cream cheese bagel without waking anyone up. Probably not, but that's okay, I can wait till morning.

Tiptoeing back into the bedroom I wasn't at all surprised to see Sasuke still asleep even with all my noise. He was such a deep sleeper that a nuclear bomb could go off outside and he'd just snore and roll over. I walked over to my side of the bed but stubbed my toe on the bedpost so I nursed it for a few seconds before hopping in.

I snuggled into the soft sheets, shuffling closer to the Uchiha and wrapping my arms around his skinny frame, my chest meeting his back - knowing all too well if I tried this when he was awake I'd get a punch in the face and a kick to the downstairs regions. My body parts and I would like to avoid that as much as possible thanks, I actually quite enjoy having genitals that function.

Potential castration aside, I grabbed his outstretched hands and smiled a little against his neck, stupidly happy that I hadn't been rejected. I knew Sasuke and he had a sharp tongue and a painful bite, he could've torn me to pieces and stomped on the leftovers if he wanted to. I wouldn't have blamed him if he had, I probably would've too if he'd done what I did. He's not particularly forgiving either.

He would never admit it but he'd just made a huge leap of faith and I didn't want him to regret it.

And I knew that things weren't going to be easy from here on. In fact, if anything, this would complicate matters. I think we both knew that but we needed to be proved that anorexia was something we could both withstand, and for Sasuke that it isn't as strong as he thinks it is. I mean, I'm smart and I knew it wasn't. That makes me smarter than Sasuke, haha.

Yawning I let my body calm down and shut off, ready to deal with the physical (and no doubt painful) consequences of my closeness in the morning. For now I was just glad that at least in a small way things were getting back to normal.

I had almost completely drifted off before Sasuke turned over in his sleep and elbowed me in the face.