not even sure if this works but I've been having a horrible case of writers block.
summary: there will always be a precious place in my heart for you
05. a second chance
He watches her carefully.
Her pink hair isn't straight nor is it messy as he normally finds it, it's curled to perfection, bouncing off her shoulders as she walks next to him. Her lips have the tiniest hint of lip gloss, and he can tell that she's wearing a small amount of make-up.
He doesn't like it.
"Sakura."
She stops humming, looking up at him, "What is it, Sasuke-kun?"
"Who is he?"
She begins to stammer out a response, not fully answering the question he had asked her. He listens halfheartedly to her petty attempts at driving him away towards another topic. Her flustered look and her new need to dress impeccably has given him all the answers he needs.
He can't help but feel betrayed in the end.
He halts his train of thought with a scoff and a roll of his eyes, why would he feel betrayed anyways? She can do whatever she pleases, same goes for him.
She owes him absolutely nothing, just as Sasuke owes her nothing, it's that simple.
She shines brighter than usual and he knows perfectly well why.
Her new little boyfriend, a supposed friend of his and Naruto, Inuzuka Kiba.
Had he known that she had been dressing up to impress the likes of Kiba he would've made sure that little crush didn't go far. He would've scared Kiba long enough to make sure that it never crossed his mind to date Sakura.
Now he was forced to walk behind them next to a noisy Naruto.
It irritated him to see Kiba give her compliments, watch her blush prettily and giggle as she looked away. It irritated him even more to see her small hand clasped firmly with Kiba's, the very notion made Sasuke green.
He just didn't know exactly why, yet.
She looks disoriented, her face as red as the tomatoes he loves so much.
He doesn't have to ask her anything, doesn't even have to ponder or ask around why she's like this. The signs are quite obvious and that being said, it only serves to irritate him further.
"He kissed you."
She looks up at him, eyes widening before she looks down, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.
"Y-Yeah."
He scoffs, "You're thirty minutes late."
"Sorry," she mumbles sitting down in front of him, "Kiba, he-"
"The mutt kept you occupied," he snorts, "I get it, but I don't have all the time in the world."
Sakura's eyes narrow on him, "Don't call him that, and I apologized you don't have to be an asshole."
Sasuke looks up from his text-book, feigning indifference, "Hn."
"Gods, you're so inconsiderate, Sasuke," she snaps, taking her books out of her bag, "I don't even know why I talk to you."
"Why do you talk to me?" he asks with a snarl, "I'm not begging you to, you can stop anytime you want to."
"We've been friends since we were babies, idiot," she snaps.
"Quite frankly I don't care," he tells her, looking back down at his book, "you're quite annoying to be honest."
She shrieks and suddenly something hits his head, causing him to fall backwards. He rubs his head where she threw the book at him, and watches as she gathers all her things into her bag. She stands up, slipping her arm through the bags loops and giving him one last sneer.
"Then I won't talk to you ever again, asshole."
She walks out then and he collects the book she threw at him before sitting up. He continues his homework and pretends to not care about her or her decision.
It's only when he realizes that he's been writing the wrong problems that he finally loses his patience, throwing his text-book at the wall and watching it hit before it falls on to the ground.
He doesn't care, he decides, eyes narrowing on his book, not one bit.
Five months go by and in the end she never once breaks her resolve.
They haven't spoken, he hasn't been over at her house for dinner or breakfast, or anything, and she hasn't been over at his house either. His mother is worried about their broken friendship, Itachi has been pushing at him to fix it, but Sasuke's far too prideful for that.
News of her break up with Inuzuka Kiba travels fast and he wonders if she's taking it okay. But even then, even with all the concerns and questions that float in his head he makes no move to face her.
Kiba doesn't last long without a girlfriend because not two days later he already has someone new clinging to his arm. He looks so damn proud of himself that it makes Sasuke's anger return ten fold.
He ignores the stares when he walks right up to Kiba a snarl on his lips.
"You should've stayed away, mutt."
He ignores the voice at the back of his head that is telling him that he has no reason to react this way, nor does he have a reason to confront Kiba about his broken relationship with Sakura─it's none of his business. He silences that voice in seconds, and suddenly his fist is flying connecting with Kiba's jaw, sending him to the ground in seconds. Kiba cradles his cheek and looks up at him with contempt, and Sasuke stares, eyes narrowed, his mind racing at how easily that went out of control.
"This is why we broke up," he snarls, "you're the reason it never worked."
Kiba stands up after that, he slips his hand back into his new girlfriend's and leads her away, his other hand nursing his wounded cheek. Sasuke doesn't make a move to apologize, nor does he make a move to question Kiba any further, his mind still processing the works Kiba had spoken.
Things had ended between Sakura and Kiba because of him?
Sasuke ignores the small hope that flutters in his chest as he walks away from the circle of students, failing to notice the smirk that lifted on his lips as he does so.
He's sitting on his porch when she approaches him.
She doesn't use caution, doesn't even apologize for their bickering, she just slips down into the step he's sitting on, looking straight ahead just like he is.
"Naruto told me."
It doesn't take a genius to realize she's speaking of the punch he gave Kiba.
He doesn't say anything, his eyes being the only indicator that he's listening as they shift to look at her. Her nails are drumming against the edge of the step she's sitting on, green eyes focused on the sunset before them.
"I broke up with him, you know."
He looks away then, "Hn."
"Were you worried about me?"
He can hear the teasing edge of her voice and he rolls his eyes, unable to help the smirk that forms on his lips as she scoots closer to him.
"I still love you, you know."
Her voice is soft and he relishes in the phrase and the feelings it brings him. She hasn't spoken those words since they graduate from middle school. Now, they're months away from graduating in high school and she's giving him another chance at something he had rejected so easily back then.
"I don't need an answer," she cuts through his thoughts, "I know it already."
He takes note of how she sounds sad, and he wonders if she truly knows what he feels inside of him. If she's truly aware of all the feelings she's managed to elicit from him with just giving him one of those beautiful, blinding smiles of hers.
He wonders if she truly knows how insane he's gone without her by his side, he wonders if she knows just how much he's willing to give to see her smile until the end of time.
"I-I love you, too."
And she doesn't squeal, doesn't gush, she doesn't even look up at him like he imagined she would've. Instead she leans further on to him, a small smile forming on her lips as they watch the sunset together.
"I know, Sasuke-kun, I've always known."