"Naruto, I cannot say sorry to Kiba. I've apologized to everyone else, but I cannot handle Kiba. What he did to you," Sasuke trails off, holding back his anger for the dog lover.

Lately, Sasuke forces Naruto to spend more time with him, which seems impossible since they have every class together. But every lunch they're together, and with Gaara still angry at Sasuke, he's been sleeping in Naruto's bed.

Naruto shrugs. "Just say sorry."

"But what he-"

Not wanting to relive the memory, Naruto interjects, "I don't care!"

Sasuke huffs but pulls Naruto into a hug. "I love you, Naruto."

"I know, I know!"

Naruto dismisses Sasuke and pulls away from him so he can eat his sandwich. It's been three days and each day, Sasuke made his apologies. Naruto congratulated Sasuke's progress, telling him he's getting closer and closer to a date with him.

Sasuke holds Naruto's hand, trying to stay connected with him as a fiery sensation rips through him. Sasuke leans in with puckered lips and peppers Naruto's jaw with chaste kisses.

Sai, who views this from behind the other side of the building, rounds the corner, art supplies in hand. He thinks this is a perfect time to put some distance between them.

"Narutoooo!" Sai calls as he runs up to them. "Come, help me!"

"No!" Sasuke yells before Naruto can say anything.

"Who was talking to you, dickless?" Sai huffs, worn out from the light jog. Sai turns back to Naruto with a smile. "Come, I need your help with a painting. It'll get you out of your next class."

Naruto perks up and nods his head. "What must I do?"

"Just model for me is all."

Naruto nods, and stands up, finishing his sandwich with one last bite. Sasuke stands up with him and says, "I'm going too!"

Sai pries Sasuke's hand off of Naruto. "No."

"But-"

"You can't come Sasuke, so piss off!"

Sai narrows his eyes at Sasuke but beams at Naruto.

Naruto scratches the back of his head, feeling the intense aura between them. "Sorry, Sasuke. I'll see you later."

A pout finds its way on to Sasuke's face, and he watches Sai leave with his future boyfriend.

...

Naruto sits on a metal stool. He's never been in any of the art classes, but a feeling of wonderment and awe fills him as he enters, spotting all the art in its multiple mediums.

"Oh! I would love to take an art class, but fuck, I have so many math and business classes," Naruto complains. His body slumps forward as he remembers all the homework he has to finish by tomorrow.

"No wonder all your classes are with Sasuke," Sai says, setting up his easel and paints. "That kid is trying to be a businessman like his father. Capitalism just runs through his family."

Naruto hums, puckering his lips into a pout. Sai's eyes light up upon seeing artistic potential radiating off of Naruto. "Keep that face!"

Sai quickly does a rough sketch of his roommate's face. Sai is the master of quick sketches, so it doesn't take that long.

"What's your favorite color?" Sai asks, finishing the sketch.

"Orange!"

Thankfully, Sai finished his sketch since Naruto just beamed a bright ass smile at him.

"Disgusting, but okay," Sai says, pulling out his phone. He snaps a picture of Naruto's smile and then searches up orange flowers. He quickly draws orange poppy flowers scattered around Naruto's face.

Naruto hears the bell ring and by instincts stands up. "Hey, I have to get to class."

"No, you don't, sit," Sai says. "All art models get to miss class. Mr. Sasori will send an email to your teacher."

Naruto settles back into the stool. "Sasuke's going to be upset about my absence. He probably wants me there."

"When did you care about what Sasuke wants?"

Naruto laughs. "You're right, I don't!"

...

Sasuke sits miserably in his class. His boring teacher drones on about things he already learned in middle school. He slams his head down on the desk; his classes suck without Naruto in them.

The chair next to him scraps against the floor. Sasuke lifts his head to see who it is.

"Mister Gaara, you're late," the teacher announces, in an attempt to embarrass Gaara.

"Way to point out the obvious," Gaara snorts, plopping down next to Sasuke. "You should continue teaching, you're not getting paid to look pretty."

Sasuke and other students suppress their laughter as the teacher glares at Gaara.

"Office," the teacher seethes. "Now."

"I was just there, Jiraiya sent me here," Gaara says, kicking back into his seat. "Are you gonna teach or what?"

There's a moment of silence and the teacher drops the whiteboard pen on the table. "Everyone take out your textbooks, read chapters 4-8. We were going to do a fun activity, but you can blame Gaara for putting me in a sour mood."

The class groans but follows the directions that were given to them.

"It's not my fault you got your panties in a twist," Gaara mutters, and Sasuke covers his mouth to muffle his laughter.

Some people grouped up and read out loud, others keep to themselves. Gaara and Sasuke stay in their spots but read separately.

"Where's Naruto?" Gaara asks, finally noticing the yellow sunshine isn't in the lap of Sasuke. "Sick? Skipping?"

"No," Sasuke grumbles miserably. Once again, he's reminded that Naruto isn't with him. "He's with Sai, posing as a model."

Gaara perks up at the mention of Sai.

Right...Gaara remembers he asked Sai to distract Naruto and separate him from Sasuke. Thanks to his insomnia, he has a pretty shitty memory.

"Modelling? I hear that can take up to weeks. The art department's gonna have an art show soon," Gaara says. The smirk on Gaara's face grows as he watches Sasuke's calm face morph into a mild panic.

"Weeks?! Fucking weeks?!"

"Watch your mouth mister Uchiha," the teacher snaps from his desk.

Sasuke shoots the teacher an annoyed glare before returning his attention to Gaara.

"What could he possibly be doing with him?" He speaks in a hushed tone, the alarm in his voice rising with each word. "Is Naruto posing nude for him?! Is he okay?! Do you think Sai is trying to steal him from me?!"

There's a pause, and a lightbulb blinks in Sasuke's head. His face turns dark. "I'll kill him!"

Gaara knows what will happen to Sai if Sasuke gets his hands on him. He'll send his goons—sharkboy and the other ugly fucker— to kick his ass and basically torture him until he moves schools.

"Now hold on Sasuke," Gaara starts, calming the little demon down. "If you hurt Sai, you'll hurt Naruto. They seem like really good friends, and I bet you don't want to ruin your relationship with Naruto before it starts."

The wise words seem to calm the fire burning in Sasuke's chest. He pouts.

"Fuck you're right."

There's another silence between them until Gaara speaks up again.

"When are you going to move back in?" Gaara asks, fiddling with the pencil in his hand.

"When you stop being scary."

Gaara chuckles. "Ah, so never?"

...

A/N: ...
*Imagine just hurting for no reason once a month, but there's no blood.