Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
A/N: I decided to give Sasunaru month a try in English this year, so here you have it. This is a collection of individual and mostly unrelated drabbles. Both Sasunaru and Narusasu tropes will be included and each chapter will have its own warnings, as well as a tag to specify if it's SN or NS.
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Prompt #9: Touches (-)
Warnings: Just a bit of fluff.
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Naruto wasn't a stranger to other people's touches. In fact, he was a very touchy-feely person.
You'd often find him clinging to some of his friends' necks, or leaning into people's spaces, or throwing friendly punches and slaps on the back. He liked when his friends reciprocated, and enjoyed that important part of human interaction.
He'd grab people's arms before crossing the street, and even let his girl friends take his hand to drag him to the mall or stuff. He liked feeling he belonged through simple, platonic touches.
Sasuke was the opposite. He'd tolerate people getting close to him only if they were very good friends or family, and honestly, not many people fell into either of those categories. He wouldn't outright try to touch others on purpose, but would allow those close to him to maybe grab his shoulder or pat his back, not making a move to push them away but also clearly not particularly enjoying it.
That never made Naruto wonder, though. He'd never noticed how Sasuke let him hug his shoulders, or lean into him when sitting together, or just simply not reject his touch in general. He'd never noticed how so subtly Sasuke would reach out to him, lean into him too, and almost imperceptibly smile whenever Naruto was clinging to him like a leach.
There were still so many things left unsaid, things that Sasuke wasn't ready to address, and Naruto wasn't ready to realize yet. And that was okay. They had all the time in the world. There was no rush, they could take it step by step, as long as they were by each other's side.
For the time being, Sasuke was content with showing Naruto his affection through subtle touches. Brushing his unruly bright hair out of his face when it was messier than usual, running a hand up and down his back if he accidentally got something in his throat, or just simply cleaning the corner of his mouth with a napkin after he finished eating.
Naruto was a touchy-feely person, and Sasuke wasn't. They made it work.
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A/N: I didn't have time to sit down and actually think of some kind of plot or background for this, so I'll leave this here. I wrote it just now in like 20 minutes. And it's still October 9th here! Haha. Still on time, for barely a couple of hours.