when sasuke decides to check up on his wife, he finds her standing in front of the bathroom mirror, glaring at her reflection. she’s garbed in her pyjamas and there are white smears on her face from the cream she didn’t fully rub into her skin.
“what are you doing?” he asks. she doesn’t even look away as he comes up behind her.
“i have–” sakura presses her lips together. “i have a grey hair.”
sasuke doesn’t say anything. he blinks, brows furrowing as he tries to understand what about that must be bothering her. his silence seems to upset her because he catches the way her eyes narrow through the mirror. a quick glance down shows her hands clenching into fists. and when her nostrils flare, his lips begin to twitch.
“don’t laugh!”
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