Comment pleaseeeeeesse and lmk what you guys think about Sasuke bc he lowk gets worse in the next chapters but he gets better , js don't hate him!!!

Naruto's pov

Day after day after day. Night after night after night. Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke. Fucking hell, I'm gonna lose my mind. That stupid ass fucking smile is stuck in my head and I'm going to perform a fucking lobotomy on myself just to go to sleep. I thought figured out why I was like this would help, but that was fucking wrong.

I had no choice, I needed to speak to him.

So the next day, I got to class earlier than normal, but I couldn't say anything. I just put my bed down and stared at him. It was too early, about twenty minutes until class started, so I'm pretty sure no one else was going to show up for a while so I just continued to stare.

Until he interrupted me.

"You know, it's weird to stare at people," he said without even batting an eye or looking at me. This self centered prick. It's definitely how nonchalant he is. That is the only reason.

I didn't say anything back. Mostly because I was not staring, I was just looking. He makes me sound like a total creep or something.

"I wasn't staring." I needed to clear my name. What if he started telling people I was obsessed with him or something? It's been about a week since I first got here, and these are the first words Sasuke and I have ever exchanged.

Sasuke laughed, no, more like scoffed, "Please, you've been staring at me for like five whole minutes and you've barely even blinked."

Didn't even blink? Okay, not true. But how would he even know that unless...

"You had to be staring back for you to know that."

He finally turned his head to look at me and I noticed his face was turning a little pink. He looked shocked that I would even suggest something like that. He opened his mouth but closed it soon after as if he didn't know what to say.

That was definitely it, wasn't it?

"Y'know, come to think of it, I always feel someone staring at me but the moment I put my head up, it goes away, you know anything about that?", I tilted my head and rested it on my palm, narrowing my eyes at him.

"T-That's not true! Shut up dobe!!", he was turning more pink but his expression was clearly one of someone who was upset.

It's about time this nonchalant bastard showed some emotions. If I knew it was this easy to get him up and going, I would've been fucking with him like this.

"Actually, Sasuke, are you sure you're not the one with the staring problem?" I had a condescending tone, making sure he saw me looking him up and down with judging eyes. His eyebrows furrowed in anger and he looked like he was going to start crying.

"Naruto, shut up! I don't stare at you, I'd rather gouge my eyes out than look at someone like you with a pigs ass for a face!!" He yelled at me, standing up and walking out the classroom. I smiled the entire time.

That's so much fun, pushing his buttons like that.

I leaned back in my seat, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. Maybe I should feel bad for provoking him, but I didn't. Instead, I felt a rush of excitement. I'm going to torture this boy until we go our separate ways.

Class started soon after he left, but my mind wasn't on the lessons. I kept replaying the interaction with Sasuke over and over in my head. His pink cheeks, his flustered stammering – it was like I'd unlocked a secret side of him. A side that wasn't as composed and indifferent as he wanted everyone to believe. A side that's not a nonchalant douchebag.

Lunch rolled around faster than I thought it would and I spotted Sasuke sitting under a tree, alone. When people ditch, aren't they normally supposed to go do something fun? This doesn't seem very fun. It seemed like he preferred solitude, but I couldn't resist. I walked over and plopped down next to him.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound casual.

He looked at me with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "What?" His eyes were a little red on the ends as though he had been crying. Did I make him cry? Just by a little teasing? That's so much fun.

I shrugged. "Nothing. Just wanted to see what you were up to. You didn't come back to class so I figured I'd come talk to you."

Sasuke rolled his eyes but didn't tell me to leave. "Fine, dobe. But you better stop staring at me."

I grinned. "No promises."

Sasuke sighed but didn't press further. We sat there in a surprisingly comfortable silence. I could hear the leaves rustling and students chatting in the distance. It felt oddly peaceful. Too peaceful.

I wonder what's so different about him now compared to the other day in the forest. He can spill his secrets to a man he's never met, but won't even say a word to me? That's so mean.

"Why did you come here?" Sasuke asked after a while, breaking the silence.

"Mmm... wanted to bother you, and I was curious," I turned my head and gave him a small smile. No point in lying about it. Sasuke was the most interesting one in the class, there's no way I'm giving up on this chance of unlimited entertainment.

He looked at me, turning away when he saw I was smiling. "Curious? About me? Why?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "I honestly can't tell you why, it's been bothering me. I think it's just because you're such a nonchalant asshole."

Sasuke was quiet for a moment, then he spoke softly, "I'm not nonchalant..."

"But you are an asshole," I countered.

He shrugged, but I could see a flicker of something in his eyes—something that told me he didn't completely disagree. At least he's self aware. Still, it doesn't make sense why he's so mean.

"Maybe," he said finally. "But it's how I've always been. Every time I'm not 'nonchalant' people say I'm too dramatic and don't take me seriously. Why do you think I'm always by myself? No one wants to be friends with someone who says two words, and no one wants to friend with someone who never shuts up."

"Well," I said, leaning back against the tree, "maybe, there's a certain someone who could help you with your dilemma. You know, if you don't want to be alone."

Sasuke looked at me, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You?" He asked doubtfully.

I laughed. "Could be."

For the first time, Sasuke seemed to relax a little. We spent the rest of lunch talking about nothing and everything—classes, teachers, trivial stuff. It felt good, like a step toward something new.

As the bell rang and we headed back to class, I couldn't help but feel strange. I'm not sure why I'm being like this with Sasuke, I don't like him. And this wasn't in accordance with the plan either. But y'know what? Maybe this way, just maybe, I wouldn't need that lobotomy after all. It's a shame, I know Kurama was looking forward to it.

"Next time, I'm not going to let you solve the problem yourself." 'Kiss my ass.'

The next few months  followed a similar pattern. I would catch Sasuke during lunch or after class, and we'd talk. Sometimes we argued about stupid things, but it was always kind of fun. He was still a douche but he wasn't nonchalant, and I could put up with that. I also noticed that he didn't like touching me in any way shape or form, he'd absolutely lose his mind. So I continued doing it, making them all seem like accidents just to watch him panic inside acting like he didn't care as he just moved whatever body part away. I was becoming way too accustomed to him.

One afternoon though, I found him at our usual spot under the tree, sketching something in a notebook. I hadn't known he liked to draw. I seen him doodling every now and again in class, but that class is boring as fuck, I thought it was just because of that. Hell, my section of the desk is covered in half assed drawings that were products of Iruka's lengthy lectures.

"What is that?" I asked, peering over his shoulder. I caught a glimpse of some hair.

He snapped the notebook shut and looked up at me, already turning red. He calmed himself and pulled the notebook to his chest, "None of your business, dobe."

I put my hands up in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. I was just curious," I laughed as I sat next to him.

Sasuke sighed, then opened the notebook just a fraction to a page he was definitely not on. "It's nothing special. Just some sketches."

I glanced at the partially visible page. It was a surprisingly detailed drawing of our school courtyard. "That's really good," I said, genuinely impressed. Now it makes me all the more curious about what that other drawing was. Push comes to shove, I could always steal the book, so I'll just leave it alone for now. He's barely starting to open up to me, it'd be a real shame if I already drove him away.

He looked away, clearly uncomfortable with the compliment. "Thanks, I guess."

"Do you draw a lot?" I asked, pulling out a kunai to twirl on my finger. It didn't make it past my leg though, although I've never had one go askew, it probably wasn't a good idea to have weapons on school grounds so I stashed it back and settled for a pencil.

"Sometimes," he said. "It helps me relax."

I nodded. Relax from what? Does the prince of the Uchiha's have something troubling him?

"Relax from what?" I'll push my luck today. He looked at me, then at the pencil in my hand, then back at the notebook. He started picking at his nails. Sasuke, oh how I know how you feel right now.

"Nothing, just trouble sleeping..." he mumbled, attacking a certain hangnail that wouldn't come off. I feel kinda bad, I'm not sure why. It's probably just because I know how he feels right now. Yes, that's why.

Well, I'll be the better person and change the subject. "You should draw me."

He stopped picking at his nails and looked at me with wide eyes, his face turning that shade of pink I've grown familiar with. "H-Huh?!"

He's making it sound like it's bad or something. "Draw me. Or do you not do portraits?" If it's good, maybe I'll exploit him... get him to draw people and take half the money he makes.. "Kid, don't do that to this poor boy." 'Well, he'll still get some money. Don't you exploit me??' "No clue what you're talking about." 'Right.'

"No... I do.. it's just.. yeah," he said barely above a whisper. All I want is a portrait, is that so much to ask for? "Want me to pay you?", I asked. Hopefully this adds some more incentive. Wait. What if the portraits are bad and he has me looking hella fucked up!?

I wanted to snatch the notebook out his hand and rummage through the papers so that I'd know what I was getting myself into. Normally, I would do that, but if it's one thing I've learned over this past week and a half of hanging out with Sasuke, it's that he's a total crybaby, so I didn't.

"Can I see your portraits so far?" He looked at me suspiciously. He turned the notebook away when he opened it and flipped between pages, smiling a little as he did so. Why am I being so nice to him?

He stopped on a certain page and flipped the book back towards me. I wanted to take it and inspect it more, but he was holding it with an ironclad grip. I wonder why...

The picture was of his mother and father, posing for it obviously. It was more detailed than I thought. I've never met his parents before, but I feel like I've seen them a thousand times and this drawing is an actual picture of them.

"This is really good, Sasuke, you drew this?" He nodded, smiling a little more. "You're so talented." He smiled more. Why is it that the more I compliment him, the more he smiles? Is he that much of an attention seeker? Maybe he wasn't held that much as a child?

"Can I see more?" He nodded again and turned the book away from me before flipping through to get to another page, flipping it around for me to see.

Now it was Weasel. This one looked more candid than anything. He was with another guy, not sure who, but they were cuddled up on the couch together. I extended my hand to touch the sides of it. How long does it take him to do this? Every detail is engraved in this fucking picture. Is this like fucking genjutsu or something??

"I- ..." I looked up at him to see what he was going to say. He averted my gaze and continued, "I have more at my house... if you wanna see. They're older though, so they're not as good... Only if you wanna see."

I blinked, surprised by the offer. "Sure." Hopefully Weasel isn't there, but knowing my luck, he definitely was. I'm surprised Sasuke is initiating first hang out.

Sasuke looked almost relieved and nodded. "Okay, then. Maybe... after school?" He sounded hesitant to say it.

"Yeah, after school works," I said. There wasn't much for me to do lately, I did have a mission coming up though, so I'd have to be gone from school for a while, my dad said he'd just say I'm sick. Normally I've just been going to the forest and training, or watching tv or something, but at least I'll have something to look forward to today.

Tbccc