(Author's note : The point of view (POV) always shifted between the author's POV and Sakura's POV only, so don't get confused since I wanted to make the story flow naturally).

As Sakura and Sasuke's comical courtship continued, Sakura giddily laid down her first condition for Sasuke to be his boyfriend, she batted her eyelashes at Sasuke, her voice dripping with sugary sweetness, "Firstly, Sasuke-kun, you must endure hours of my 'sweet' voice serenading you in karaoke!" She winked, already imagining Sasuke squirming in his seat.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, a bemused smirk forming on his lips. "Karaoke, huh? That's your first demand?" He leaned back, crossing his arms. "Alright, what's next?"

With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Sakura continued, "Secondly, Sasuke, you must wear a bright pink jacket to school for a week!" She grinned widely, waiting for his reaction.

Sasuke's stoic expression wavered for a moment, then he simply nodded. "Fine."

Just as Sakura was about to list her third demand, Sasuke surprised her by grabbing her arm gently. Their eyes locked, and he lightly touched her forehead with a faint, enigmatic smile. "Alright, Sakura," he murmured, "What's your third condition?"

Sakura pretended to pout, then burst into a playful mock anger, "Thirdly, you have to take me on a romantic picnic, complete with a basket full of heart-shaped sandwiches and matching bunny ear headbands!" She tried to keep a straight face as she delivered this absurd request.

Sasuke couldn't help but shook his head at the absurdity of it all but nodded in reluctant agreement. He squeezed her arm gently.

Later, at the karaoke place, Sasuke's poker face remained intact until Sakura's turn at karaoke arrived. She belted out "We Belong Together" with such enthusiasm that even the microphone seemed to wince. Sasuke watched in amusement, trying to muster a convincing smile as he secretly wished for earplugs.

Inwardly, Sasuke couldn't stop cursing his luck, wondering how he got himself into this hilarious and whimsical predicament. Yet, beneath the facade of annoyance, a faint smile remained on his lips as he realized that maybe, just maybe, Sakura's antics were starting to grow on him in the most unexpected way.

...

The morning sun bathed Konoha High School in golden light, and Sasuke Uchiha, once the untouchable heartthrob, now found himself in an unexpected situation - wearing a noticeable pink jacket.

Shikamaru, with an amused grin, pointed at Sasuke, his tone filled with humor. "Is that... Sasuke Uchiha? In pink? What's next, kittens and rainbows?"

Laughter echoed through the corridors, a ripple of disbelief against the walls.

Kiba joined in, his chuckles infectious. "He's truly embracing his feminine side!"

Yet, Sasuke, in the face of this cacophony of ridicule, clung to his stoic demeanor, striding through the hallway as if the world hadn't just undergone a seismic shift. The pink jacket clung to him like a neon straitjacket, a garment of sheer humiliation.

TenTen, her voice hushed in bewildered fascination, whispered to her friend. "I heard Sasuke's trying to challenge gender norms. Admirable, I guess?"

Another girl with a yellow bandana nodded, her eyes wide. "Yeah, but he's also shattering my sense of reality."

Amidst the chaos, Karin, unable to contain her shock and irritation any longer, stormed toward Sasuke, her face a palette of disbelief and frustration.

Karin showed her agitation, "Sasuke! What on earth has happened to you? Are you involved in some sort of fashion cult?"

Sasuke, the master of silence, calmly plugged in his earphones, as though sealing himself off from the absurdity of his surroundings. Karin's frustration swelled with every ignored plea.

Karin shouted, "Sasuke, you can't just ignore me!"

But Sasuke, with steely determination, gestured for her to move aside, leaving Karin fuming with fury.

Karin furiously said, "You'll regret this, Sasuke!"

Meanwhile, Sakura reveled in her unconventional triumph, following Sasuke with a victorious smirk.

Sakura whispered to Sasuke, "You're making history today, Sasuke. The first guy in our school to redefine fashion norms!"

Sasuke muttered to himself, his voice laden with misery, "This is worse than I thought."

As the day wore on, the laughter and gossip spread like wildfire. Sasuke's pink jacket became the center of attention, and even the teachers couldn't resist a comment.

Kakashi Sensei chuckled, "Sasuke, your fashion statement is certainly... bold."

Sasuke, deadpan as ever, muttered under his breath, his words a testament to his ordeal. "I'm not sure if it's a statement or a cry for help."

The day progressed with Sasuke as the unwitting star of the school's most bizarre episode, and the students couldn't help but wonder if they had stumbled into a surreal comedy, or if Sasuke had indeed taken the first steps in breaking down the barriers of fashion norms.

...

After school, Sakura had convinced Sasuke, albeit reluctantly, to accompany her to the mall. Little did he know that his choice of attire, an embarrassing pink jacket that seemed to catch the attention of everyone in its vicinity, would be the least of his concerns.

Sakura led the way through the bustling mall, with its bright lights and enticing storefront displays. She had a destination in mind, the coffee shop, and Sasuke followed her with a sense of resignation.

As they made their way, Sakura's ears perked up at the sound of a familiar voice emanating from the mall's public address system. Curiosity piqued, she veered off course, leading Sasuke toward a growing crowd that had gathered around a demonstration area.

There, to Sasuke's astonishment, stood Sakura's mother, done up to the nines and sporting an unmissable pink apron. In her hands, she held a contraption that Sasuke could only describe as a rubber boiled egg peeler.

Sakura's Mom, her voice amplified through the PA system, exclaimed with enthusiasm, "There we go, Madam. Super!"

Sakura watched in a mix of amusement and embarrassment as her mother demonstrated the peculiar device. The crowd seemed equally baffled and intrigued, their expressions a blend of curiosity and bewilderment.

Sakura's Mom continued, her tone almost too enthusiastic for the subject matter, "That's it, nice firm grip then and up and down, up and down, and off it comes in your hand! Ooh. Mind the overspray."

Sasuke couldn't help but cringe at the unintentional innuendo in Sakura's mother's words. He shot a sidelong glance at Sakura, who appeared to be facepalming in mortification.

"Christ alive," Sakura muttered under her breath, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

As the demonstration continued, Sasuke couldn't decide whether to be amused or horrified. He exchanged a knowing look with Sakura, realizing their trip to the mall had taken an unexpectedly awkward turn.

Sakura's mother happily fielded questions from the curious crowd with lighthearted charm, and the bustling mall around them added to the lively atmosphere. Sasuke found himself appreciating the unique charm of Sakura's family and the unexpected humor of their mall excursion.

"Ah, Sakura. What brings you here? Oh, and Sasuke? I didn't expect to see you here!" exclaimed Sakura's mother in excessive enthusiasm as she abruptly stopped answering questions from the crowds.

Both Sakura and Sasuke were completely perplexed and tongue-tied, nervously looking at the crowds around them who simultaneously turned toward them.

To everyone's surprise, an unexpected guest made a dramatic entrance. A deeply tanned, sleek man in his forties suddenly appeared, startling Sakura and Sasuke. Confidently, he approached Sakura's mother and planted a kiss on her cheek.

Sakura's eyes widened as she witnessed the shocking scene unfold before her. Her own mother was being openly affectionate with this stranger, who appeared hotter than her father.

"Sakura, dear," her mother introduced, seemingly unfazed by the situation. "This is Julian Watanabe from the Home Shopping Channel. Julian, this is my daughter, Sakura."

Julian extended his hand with a charming smile. "Nice to meet you, my dear. You're not looking too bad yourself."

Sakura cringed inwardly at Julian's teasing tone but reluctantly shook his hand.

Her mother, seemingly oblivious to her daughter's discomfort, continued to chat with Julian. "Well, darling, having children isn't all it's cracked up to be. If I had the chance again, I'm not sure I'd have any."

Sakura couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her mother was openly expressing doubts about having children, even in front of her daughter. She mumbled to herself, "Even my own mother wishes I had never been born."

But the conversation took an even more unexpected turn. Sakura's mother began discussing her own life, lamenting the lack of career, power, and a sex life.

"But now it's the winter of my life," she sighed dramatically, "and I haven't actually got anything of my own."

Sakura rolled her eyes at her mother's melodramatic monologue, but she couldn't help but listen with morbid fascination.

Julian then dropped a bombshell, revealing that he believed Sakura's mother had great potential as a demonstrator on his cable show, as his assistant. Apparently, the show was highly rated, though Sakura couldn't help but find the comparison to a show where overweight people beat up their relatives rather dubious.

Sakura's mother abruptly checked her watch, signaling that it was time to go. "Listen, I must whizz. How are you, anyway?"

Sakura, still reeling from the surreal conversation, couldn't resist a teasing remark, "Going on a date with a visibly single young man since I am not married."

Her mother's response was nothing short of casual, "Oh dear..."

As Sakura watched her mother walk away with Julian, arm in arm and seemingly on cloud nine, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Her mother's antics had left her feeling like an unwilling participant in a sitcom, and she murmured to Sasuke, "I feel like I'm dying inside."

Sasuke, utterly perplexed by the entire ordeal, could only offer a sympathetic pat on her shoulder. "I have no idea what just happened, Sakura, but I know it must be quite the experience."

...

Seated at a small table in the bustling mall coffee shop, Sakura and Sasuke had just ordered their Hazelnut Lattes and croissants. The warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them, mingling with the soft hum of chatter and the clinking of coffee cups.

Sasuke couldn't help but notice that Sakura's gaze remained fixed on her untouched food, her brow furrowed in deep thought. He leaned back in his chair with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "You know, Sakura, those croissants aren't going to eat themselves."

Sakura bit her lip, her expression still tinged with sadness. "I can't help but think about the possibility of that guy from the lower-rated shopping cable channel becoming my stepdad."

Sasuke, with his usual indifference but a hint of humor, grabbed a small piece of croissant from Sakura's untouched plate and unceremoniously shoved it into her mouth. "Nobody's going to become your stepdad. Just eat your food; otherwise, you're wasting my money."

Sakura struggled to swallow the croissant he had forcefully fed her and sulkily responded, "Thanks. But you could've been a bit gentler with that."

Sasuke, unfazed, simply smirked, sipped his coffee, and didn't utter a word. The café's lively atmosphere continued around them as they navigated the peculiar mix of emotions that had arisen from Sakura's unexpected family drama.

...

Amidst the bustling city streets, lined with small boutiques and shops, Sasuke and Sakura strolled side by side. Sasuke, still burdened by the weight of his embarrassing pink jacket, subtly slipped it onto Sakura's shoulders without uttering a word.

Sakura blushed at the unexpected gesture of affection and murmured her thanks, her heart aflutter.

With a touch of jealousy lacing his tone, Sasuke couldn't help but inquire, "What made you interested in that red buffoon?"

Sakura laughed softly, her cheeks tinged with pink. "No, not Sasori."

Sasuke felt a glimmer of relief, though he endeavored to maintain an air of indifference as he continued walking ahead. Little did he know, their steps naturally synchronized with each other's paces.

Sakura, feeling a tad shy yet curious, decided to broach the subject. "Sasuke, have you ever experienced a first love? I mean, before me?"

Sasuke cleared his throat slightly, recollecting a young Sakura dressed in a gown during a Halloween party. "Actually, um... yeah," he murmured while nodding in a certain direction.

Sakura followed his nod and spotted an elderly woman in her 80s struggling to scoop her ice cream on a bench. She teased him, giggling, "I didn't know you had a thing for elderly women."

Sasuke countered with a playful smirk, "Well, it's better than a red-haired dumbass who's a cheap flirt."

Sakura playfully nudged Sasuke's arm. "Sasuke-kun, do you also have a jealous kink for a red-haired guy? You seem to always think about him."

Sasuke, maintaining his poker face, replied, "Absolutely not."

Sakura's eyes sparkled with excitement as she suggested, "Sasuke-kun, how about we watch a movie together? 'Land of the Death' sounds fun."

Sasuke pretended to check his watch. "Actually, I have another important thing to attend to."

Sakura appeared momentarily disappointed but understanding. "Okay, then."

Suddenly, Sasuke halted in his tracks, causing Sakura to do the same. He gazed at her intently. "Aren't you even curious about what I'm going to do?"

Sakura blinked in confusion. "I don't understand."

Sasuke sighed softly. "You should show more interest in me, just as I'm interested in you."

Sakura raised an eyebrow. "I'm confused. What are you planning to do after this if it's so important?"

Sasuke smirked, his eyes filled with affection. "Just text you."

Sakura couldn't help but giggle as she playfully smacked Sasuke's arm. "Okay, that's not funny."

The couple continued their stroll towards the cinema, their fingers slowly intertwining, their laughter and teasing cementing a bond that was as sweet as the hazelnut lattes they enjoyed together.

...

The next day at school, the atmosphere was ordinary, or at least it was until a sudden disruption sent ripples through the student body. Sasori, a 22-year-old man who looked like he'd just walked out of a fashion magazine, made a dashing entrance. He leaned against his Toyota Centuri with the open roof, sporting sleek black sunglasses that oozed coolness. It was a sight that left the female students who happened to pass by utterly captivated and slightly starstruck.

Sasori's presence, as it turned out, was no mere coincidence. He had been invited to Sakura's school as a representative from his college, tasked with teaching high schoolers about photography skills. However, the catch was that Karin had orchestrated this visit without anyone's knowledge.

Karin had hoped for an opportunity to make Sasuke jealous, and she couldn't have been more pleased that Sasori had answered the call. She stood proudly, ready to introduce Sasori as the guest mentor for the photography club.

As she took the stage, her announcement sent shockwaves through the assembled students, including Sakura and Sasuke, who exchanged wide-eyed glances.

"Attention, everyone!" Karin's voice rang out, grabbing everyone's attention. "We have a special guest today. Please welcome Sasori!"

The collective gasp that followed Karin's introduction was audible. Sasori's arrival was a curveball that no one had seen coming, and it left the entire school in a state of bewilderment. As Sasori began to share his insights on photography, a subtle tension filled the air, and the stage was set for a day of unexpected twists and turns.

...

As the days passed, Sasori's persistence in pursuing Sakura's attention became increasingly evident. Despite Sakura's clear rejections, he continued to find excuses to be around her during photography sessions and school events.

One sunny afternoon, during a photography club meeting, Sasori handed Sakura a beautifully framed photograph he had taken. "I thought you might appreciate this, Sakura," he said with a smirk, his eyes locked onto hers.

Sakura, trying to maintain her composure, accepted the gift with a polite smile. "Thank you, Sasori. It's a lovely photo."

Sasuke, who was in the corner of the room, couldn't help but clench his fists at the sight of this exchange. Karin, ever the opportunist, whispered to him, "Sasuke, look at that. Sasori's really laying it on thick, isn't he?"

Sasuke's gaze remained fixed on Sakura and Sasori, his jealousy simmering beneath the surface. "I see it," he replied tersely.

Karin grinned and continued to stoke the flames. "You know, Sasuke, he's getting bolder by the day. What are you going to do about it?"

Sasuke, unable to resist any longer, decided to take a more direct approach. He walked over to Sakura and Sasori, his posture oozing confidence. "Sakura, we should work on a photography project together. Just the two of us."

Sasori raised an eyebrow, realizing that Sasuke was now openly challenging him. Sakura, caught in the middle of this rivalry, sighed inwardly but decided to handle it diplomatically. "Actually, Sasori and I already have a project in the works. Maybe another time, Sasuke."

Karin, seizing the moment to create more tension, added fuel to the fire. "Oh, Sasuke, it seems Sakura's quite busy with Sasori. Maybe you should find a different partner."

Sasuke, his jealousy now fully ablaze, leaned closer to Sakura. "I'm not giving up, Sakura. We'll find a way to work together."

The tension in the room was palpable as Sasuke and Sasori engaged in a silent battle for Sakura's attention. Karin watched with glee as the rivalry intensified.

Days turned into weeks, and the competition between Sasuke and Sasori reached new heights. Both were determined to win Sakura's favor, and their efforts ranged from extravagant gestures to subtle acts of possessiveness.

One day, as the photography club prepared for an outdoor shoot, Sakura found herself torn between the two rivals. Sasuke offered her his jacket when he noticed her shivering, while Sasori tried to impress her with his knowledge of lighting and composition.

Karin, seeing an opportunity to stir the pot once again, whispered to Sasuke, "Sasuke, you should tell Sakura about the surprise project you've been planning."

Sasuke took the bait, turning to Sakura with a faint smile. "Sakura, I've been working on something. It's a surprise, but I think you'll love it."

Sakura's curiosity piqued, but she couldn't help but notice the fiery look Sasori shot in Sasuke's direction. "I'm looking forward to it, Sasuke," she replied, trying to defuse the situation.

Meanwhile, Karin approached Sasori with a sly grin. "Sasori, you know what Sasuke just said, right? You might want to step up your game if you don't want to lose."

Sasori clenched his jaw but nodded in agreement. The rivalry had reached a boiling point, and the battle for Sakura's attention showed no signs of slowing down.

- To Be Continued -