title: second glances
prompt: #11 - graduate
summary: he hated the way he looked at her.
Sasuke exhaled loudly, hands clasped together in front of him, grazing his mouth and hiding a scowl that had stemmed from his frustration at being unable to concentrate. It was only his first day as a genin, and Uzumaki Naruto had already more than ruined the morning for him.
Sasuke thought little of his classmates, barely caring enough to give the majority of them—minus perhaps a select few—anything more than fleeting second glances, but Naruto had long since been ingrained in his mind a nuisance, the type of person that made his skin crawl. Perhaps he was something of a class clown and could provide a laugh to those who needed it, but Sasuke knew his skill and talent barely stretched past his fingertips and were hardly anything to commend the boy for. He found himself wondering how he had even graduated at all.
And to top it all off, he had landed himself a spot in Sasuke's three-person genin team. Sasuke closed his eyes in dismay, not wanting to think about the trials and tribulations that he would undoubtedly have to face soon enough.
A moment later, Sasuke glanced over at the third member of Team 7, who was seated at his right hand side, listening to Iruka with rapt attention. Haruno Sakura, he thought. Loud and lively as she was, there was no denying the caliber her written exam scores always held. He hated to admit she often did better than himself and had found himself studying into the night, just to keep up.
She, too, made his skin crawl in the faintest of ways.
He also faintly recalled Iruka gushing to another sensei about her genjutsu skill. He remembered considering to ask her for pointers once, and then deciding against it. He only wished she would stop acting all out of line every time he passed her vicinity.
But truth be told, she definitely wasn't the team's weakest link and had potential, he mused, half-shrugging to himself. Perhaps he would get around to asking her for tips during their time being a team.
He snuck a glance at her again. Her eyes were still focused unwaveringly at the front of the room, and he found time to wonder why she kept her hair so long despite being a ninja.
He…liked it, he supposed.
From her other side, Sasuke caught an unfortunate glance of Naruto, the boy's right hand cupped at the side of his face as he leaned against the table, gaze clouded with infatuation as he stared at Sakura, his chest sometimes heaving in a dreamy sigh.
Sasuke grimaced, turning away from the sight and finally attempting to tune back in to whatever it was Iruka was saying about the importance of shinobi will. It was another thing about Naruto that frustrated him. Sasuke hated the way he looked at her.