It had been a total of three days since she announced the dreaded news. He hadn't given her a straight answer since they were currently in exams and therefore rushing between taking them and studying, but he hasn't contacted her, or tried to directly initiate a conversation.

She could take a hint.

It was those kinds of breakups; unspoken and presumably less painful. She still felt a considerable amount of pain anyways.

Oh how badly had Sasuke broken her. A year ago she would've been degrading those who whined about heartbreak; now that he had broken her will she could not deny how depressing it really is.

Kushina trudged down the hallway, her mind on haywire while her feet automatically moved to the doors. A rush of wind pushed back her hair as she stepped outside and navigated towards her home. Home...could she call it home when most of her life had been spent in England? Yes. Home was England.

A car halted right next to her, a little too close, and the passenger seat's window was rolled down. When her emotionally drained blue orbs met her former boyfriend's onyx is when she realized this car was entirely familiar.

"I'll drive you home," he offered, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes down cast.

"I-I'm perfectly capable of walking," she answered nonchalantly before turning away. "Thanks anyways."

What was the point of being herself around him when they had parted ways? She'd be dignified about it and not cast him into the 'must-avoid-ex' aisle.

"Huh, I have an ex now."

"Come in?" She replied unsurely. Kushina didn't know anyone who knocked before entering her room; she had nothing to hide and therefore her parents and Naruto were always welcome, and so were Hinata and Ino.
Uchiha Sasuke shut the door behind him.

Her jaw hung agape and her hands froze above her laptop.

"H-here," he inched closer to her bed and extended a sheet of paper. Kushina gingerly accepted it, her eyes questioning his motives. "I made a Skype account, which is an app you could-"

"I know what Skype is," she retorted hotly, her usual demeanour breaking out begrudgingly. "And I have an account."

"Yeah, well there's all my contact information there, including my number in case you lose it, and I made WhatsApp so we could chat easily and-"

"Why?" She voiced her question; a part of herself already aware of his answer and the other part urging not to get her hopes up.

He tilted his head, "So we could talk of course," he paused, "I don't want to break up with you, no matter how selfish that sounds."

"I-"

"That is if you want to too," he quickly added. "A long distance relationship I mean."

Yes!

"I trust you Sasuke, despite your mass destruction of fan girls, I don't get jealous usually but you do. Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do," he answered in a heartbeat. "I just..."

"What?"

"I know what I have," he sighed. "And I know how much it'll affect me if I were to lose it."

Awwwwww!

She couldn't help but smile. "Are you afraid of losing me?"

Colour burst in his cheeks. "Shut up."

"Is Sasu-chan shy?" She teased mercilessly, while he shifted to hide his flaming cheeks. "He should know better than to question my feelings for him."

"Is that a yes?" He asked a little too eager. A simple nod and he was on her in a blink of the eye.

"Sasuke!" She heaved as his arms tightened around her. "My laptop dammit!"

"I'll buy you a new one," he reasoned, his hot breath on her ear.

"I don't want a new one!" She struggled against him, her fingers trying to pull her laptop from the confinement that was their stomachs. A rough push and it was successfully free.

Kushina stared at the cuddling Sasuke before finding a new problem; how can she free herself?

"Shouldn't I give you my contact shit?" She asked against his shoulder.

A pregnant pause and he was off her and pulling out a pad, a pencil and his phone from his pocket. Her cerulean orbs caught sight of his writing already on the pad.

"You. Were. Ready?"

He looked up at her with knitted eyebrows. "Well yeah, what's your point?"

"...despicable..."

"Shut up and tell me your number."

"Now is that the way to ask?" She couldn't help but mess with him.

He sighed, before muttering robotically, "I seem to have lost my number, can I have yours?"

She snorted before stealing his pencil and filling out her information.

Meanwhile Sasuke was playing with her hair.

She will surely miss him.

"Don't cry," he whispered as he flicked a stray tear. "We can handle this."

"Thank you."