Sasuke Uchiha

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟎𝟎𝟐

❝ angry confessions ❞ edition

✦･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　　 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✦

✦ 01 — "You want to know what's wrong? I'm in love with you, and I'm tired of pretending I'm not!"

✦ 02 — “Don't you think you're overreacting?” “I think I’m in love and I don’t know where to put it!”

✦ 03 — “Stop calling it a mistake. It wasn’t.”

✦ 04 — "Don't you dare walk away from me—not after everything—not when I'm finally telling you the truth."

✦ 05 — "God, you're so blind! Everyone can see it but you—I've been in love with you for years!"

✦ 06 — "I'm not jealous, I'm…oh, I'm in love with you, you idiot!"

✦ 07 — "You're really going to stand there and pretend you don't know? After all this time?"

✦ 08 — "I'm tired of being the one who loves more. I'm always the one who loves more."

✦ 09 — “I can live without you. I just really, really don’t want to.”

✦ 10 — “I don’t want an almost. I want you. I want you.”

✦ 11 — “Don’t make me the villain because you’re afraid of wanting me.”

✦ 12 — “You asked for honesty. Here it is: I’m in love with you and it’s ruining my life.”

✦ 13 — “You think I like this? You think I like wanting you every time you breathe?”

✦ 14 — “Stop pretending you don’t know. You’re not stupid—you’re scared.”

✦ 15 — “Stop being so damn noble and just admit you feel it, too.”

✦ 16 — "I've tried to move on—God knows I've tried—but I can't get you out of my head!"

✦ 17 — "You know what? Forget it. Forget I said anything. Forget I exist."

✦ 18 — "I can't breathe when you're near me, and I can't breathe when you're not—that's how fucked up you've made me."

✦ 19 — "I'm furious with you because I love you too much to watch you destroy yourself like this!"

✦ 20 — "I'm not angry because I hate you, I'm angry because I love you more than I've ever loved anything and it terrifies me!"

✦ 21 — "God, you're impossible! And I love you. I love you so much it makes me stupid."

✦ 22 — "Stop pushing me away! I'm not going anywhere—I'm too in love with you to leave!"

✦ 23 — "You think I'm mad about the stupid fight? I'm mad because I almost lost you!"

✦ 24 — "You infuriate me because you make me feel things I've never felt before!"

✦ 25 — "I can't think straight when you're around! Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

✦ 26 — "Yes, I'm overreacting! Because I'm in love with you and the thought of losing you makes me crazy!"

✦ 27 — “I’m not going anywhere. That’s the part you keep forgetting.”

✦ 28 — “You don’t scare me. Losing you does.”

✦ 29 — “You think you’re too much? I want all of it.”

✦ 30 — "I'm not fighting with you, I'm fighting for you! Can't you see the difference?"

✦ 31 — "You're right, I am being irrational. Love isn't rational!"

✦ 32 — "Yes, I'm making a scene! Because quiet hasn't worked, subtle hasn't worked, and I'm out of options!"

✦ 33 — "You want me to be reasonable? I'm in love with you—reason left the building months ago!"

✦ 34 — “There. I said it. Are you happy now? I love you, you complete and utter idiot.”

✦ 35 — “Yes, I’m jealous! Of course I’m jealous! How could I not be when I’m desperately in love with you?”

✦･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　　 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✦

i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

Sasuke here's the battle, heart in his throat at the strike of a lightning jutsu crackling though the trees.

It wasn't her.

It was the same thing he told himself at every crack of lightning. Every glimpse of strawberry blonde hair on a passing stranger. Every cry for help in the night and every spirited laugh from a pool of water.

He had been wrong yet.

But he still couldn't stop himself from looking.

As he sprints towards the conflict, his rehearsed words garble inside his head -

He's sorry. Shouldn't had said those things. He was angry. He understood if he didn't want to see her anymore, but he wants to if she'll have him.

-Ready even though he knows he won't need them because its-

It is her.

His eyes go wide and Sharingan red and the world slows to a halt.

She's in the middle of a group of missing nin circling around her. Several already dead, tossed to the side. She's exhausted, free of weapons or guards - ambushed. He desperately scanning her for injuries.

Her face is puffy - the beginning of a black eye on her cheek, blood soaked into her braid and in patches on her torn clothes.

His blood is lit on fire. Sword suddenly tight in his hand. These men would burn for touching her. Bloodlust possesses him in a blur. His sword biting through flesh and bone, sending satisfaction icing the hot rage racing through him. The last one falls, but it's still not enough for his fingers to stop trembling with rage.

She’s staring at him, wide-eyed, chest heaving, her braid damp with blood.

She doesn’t speak.

Neither does he.

His grip tightens on his sword. The blood on it isn’t enough. The bodies at their feet aren’t enough. Because she’s standing in front of him, bruised and battered, because she left, because she thought she had to, because he wasn’t there—

His free hand snaps forward, catching her chin. Not gentle. Not careful. His thumb presses into the corner of her mouth, tilting her face up, forcing her to look at him. His Sharingan is still spinning, burning into hers, scanning every cut, every breath—

His blood is still running hot, his pulse still hammering, his fingers still shaking.

"You reckless idiot." He hisses as he surges forward. He kisses her.

It’s not controlled. It’s not careful. It’s bruising, desperate, sharp with everything he didn’t say. His grip doesn’t loosen, his body still coiled with the need to fight, to burn, to never feel that fear again.

And when he rips his mouth from hers, he doesn’t step back. Their breath tangles, hot and unsteady.

That had been when the tables had turned. She'd been half way through a lightning transposition when it happened and half of her chakra had simply vanished.

She'd tried to run, but she had nowhere to go. No backup. She was running out of ideas other than-

No, she'd never used that on more than one target. Even when it worked, the risk of chakra poisoning was too high and if she used it on all of them...

No, not an option. She had to think of a better plan. She had to-

She sent a bolt of lightning at one of the enemies who had begun to inch towards her, but with just one eye her depth perception was shot and she missed. Thunder cracked around her.

And movement flickered through the trees. Kase reached for a Kunai, but her sheaths were all empty. But the shadow didn't come for her. Familiar black hair, simple black clothes, a blade clutched in one hand and...

Red eyes. Sharingan.

Kase's heart skipped a beat. Sasuke. She wasn't sure how he'd found her, if it was just luck or coincidence or if he'd been looking...she doesn't dare hope. His blade is as fast as her lightning, faster even. Kase knew he was deadly, but she'd never seen him like this.

They're all dead before they can realize just how fucked they are.

Then he's looking at her, blood dripping from his blade. And she can't summon a single word. Didn't this prove everything he'd accused her of? That she couldn't handle herself, couldn't solve her own problems, that she needed him to kill for her, even if she didn't ask him too? But this wasn't Konoha, those weren't people who's only crime was being bigoted. These were enemies out for blood.

She expects him to yell, to scold, or worse, to just walk away, to walk away like he did when she fell into Orochimaru's clutches because she was so far beneath him.

He stalks forward, and Kase is rooted to the ground. She can't so much as think as he grabs her chin and she expects anger. It's there, in his eyes, the anger. But there is something else, something burning with an even greater intensity than rage.

And his lips find hers.

Kase has experienced her share of kisses. Soft and sweet and playful and shy and passionate and wanting and this is...

It's so much more. His hesitation, his restraint, it's been stripped away and Kase couldn't feel any more exposed if she was naked. His lips burn with that familiar Uchiha heat that always seems to radiate off of him, like an inferno just underneath the skin. Shock is the only thing that keeps her frozen in place, despite an instant desire to thread her finders into his hair, to pull him closer, to hold onto him and try to convince herself that he's real, that this is real, that it's not just some trick if the mind as she dies.

Her chest heaves as he breaks the kiss and there's something wild and raw in his voice.

Apologize—which he hadn’t done at all.

His eyes roam over her shocked face, eyes wide, green like the surface of a turbulent sea, pulling him under, swallowing his thoughts in sync with the storm raging inside him.

There had been no thought to the way his lips crashed into hers—just instinct. Just a need that had been swelling since the beginning of their adventure.

And now—

Shit.

There was no going back from this.

Like the feelings he’d buried had finally in a rage clawed their way out of his chest. It fucking hurt. Already left him feeling empty. Alone. Yearning to be whole again.

Because when hadn’t this feeling been met with dreams fading to night black or silent words carved in cold, grey stone?

Motherfucker.

The goddamn reckless idiot was him.

And still- still -he couldn't stop. His grip on her chin slid back, cupping her neck, pulling in closer—close enough to feel her breath catch against his jaw. To smell the fear lingering on her skin. To feel her front brush against his.

Close enough that she couldn’t run away from him again.

His words, sharp as his drawn blade, soft as her skin beneath his plam and raw as the unguarded truth in his eyes.

Her body is trembling. Adrenaline still racing through her system, she faintly recalls a warning from Tenzo, something about stupid decisions in the heat of the moment. But the thought is gone in an instant as she feels his fingers, electric, slide to the back of her neck, ghosting just above her curse mark in a way that sets every nerve ending in her body alight. She's fire and ice and embers and he's a spark waiting to ignite.

Words. God damn it, say something, stupid. But she can't seem to make her voice work, can't seem to get past the the gravel in her throat. He knees have turned to rubber and she has to lean into him just to keep herself upright. Blood is crusting on her skin as it dries but in the moment, Kase can't find it in herself to care. Her fingers spread across his chest, finding a place to rest her head in the hollow of his collarbone. It strikes her that she never really realized how tall he was.

"Not leaving," she manages to choke out, somewhere between a laugh and a whisper, a tangled hornets nest of emotion in her chest fighting to break free, fighting for some kind of outlet, any kind of outlet. fuck. She's trying to breath but their are iron bands around her chest, making it seem impossible.

"Promise. Not leaving again." Her fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt, like he might slip away any instant, vanishing into smoke. The heat of his chest, his smell, all of it envelops her, comforting, although it does nothing for her pounding heart.

She’s not leaving again.

The thought settles into him, slow and steady, filling the spaces that had felt hollow. He relishes the way she fits against him, the way her scent lingers. It tugs at the edges of a memory relieved too often. That night. The ghost of it drifts over him, and just like that, some of the emptiness eases.

A clatter—his sword, discarded without care.

His free arm curls around her back, and he slowly melts into her, pressing closer until there’s no space left between them. Melts- t’s ridiculous, really, but the only thing it reminds him of is a memory from childhood—his favorite black cat, turning liquid to fit whatever shape it made its home.

He scoffs at her apology, the sound barely more than a breath. Misplaced. Unnecessary.

She had every right to leave.

Every fragile, vulnerable part of herself she’d given him—he had turned against her the moment the chips were down. The things he said… unforgivable. And yet, here he is, asking anyway.

His grip tightens, fingers pressing into fabric, into skin. “Don’t take on a mess that’s mine to fix.” His voice is quiet, but firm. “What happened... You deserve better than that, Kase. I’m sorry.”

He’s glad he found her. The alternative is a thought he won’t entertain.

He exhales, grounding himself in the warmth of her against him, then asks, softer this time.

@its-sasuke

Itachi peeks his head around the door of the refrigerator as hes gathering up an armful of seemingly random snacks. Its almost two am and Itachi just realized that he'd been so focused on studying that he'd forgotten to eat..at all..His stomach growls as he eyes his younger brother with an owlish expression made infinitely stranger by the way his glasses make his eyes look too big for his face.

"Funny. When I study, it's 'unhealthy' to eat junk food. But when it's you, it's fine."

"Whatever." He bites out, irritation threading through his voice at his brother’s flimsy excuse. Itachi could do anything if he wanted to—always had. It annoyed the hell out of him. Even so, the frustration doesn't quite drown out the memories. Nights spent studying in his room, only to find food left beside him—silent gestures that spoke louder than words.

He exhales, pushing the thought aside.

Still, he slides away from the fridge, setting most of what he pulled out down on the dining room table for a moment as he peels open the popsicle and pops it in his mouth, savoring the sweet, fruity taste.

"If you're offering," he sits at the table and starts arranging his treasures by type of snack. Sweet and salty kettle corn went next to chips, colorful animal shaped marshmellows went with frosting colored animal cookies. Toasted coconut yogurt went with a strawberry coconut drink that Itachi had become fond of. He wondered if any of them would pair well with eggs.

It actually had been a little hard. Getting the egg to not stick in the pan was unexpected, and he still has to use his sharingan to get the flip just right. But it was worth it to keep Sakura from teasing him about having "girl dinner" everytime she saw him put together a meal in the kitchen.

A glance at Itachi at the table and Sasuke's eyebrow twitches involuntary. When had they even bought that sugary junk?

"What are you studying this time?" He asks,

He has to look away, though, as Sasuke eats a chunk of raw tomato. That was one thing Itachi could never understand about his brother, and the thought of the soft, mushy texture on his tongue made his stomach sour.

"a book on dead languages. I think that's the key to cracking some bits of code we intercepted, but a number of the languages share the same roots, so it's making things a bit more challenging." It was nice that Sasuke was older now, and as a full blown Shinobi himself, there was less Itachi had to try and keep secret. He still had his secrets, of course, every Anbu did and it didn't matter what age or rank Sasuke held, unless he was Hokage their was some information that Itachi could never reveal. But this was unclassified, and there were several teams through T&I and even a few non Shinobi scholars who were working on it. Itachi wasn't officially part of the team, but it gave him something to do on his days off.

He started heating the pan before moving onto the eggs, cracking them into a bowl with efficiency.

The task Itachi described had Sasukes eyes glazing over. Hanging out with the idiot (Naruto) was affecting his attention span.

"Not official, no. But I have a good head for languages, besides I enjoy reading. If it wasn't this, then I'd have borrowed one of Anko's books on poison or maybe a biology textbook from the hospital." Or potentially one of Kakashi's books, but Itachi doesn't need to share that with his little brother.

As he listens to Itachi, an image of Sakura flashes through his mind again. This time, she’s asleep, hunched over her kitchen table, head resting on a textbook, her ponytail messy and lopsided, a pencil still loosely gripped in her slim fingers.

Then, an ugly emotion crashes through warmth spreading in his chest.

Sasuke hates reading. He can't sit still that long without his fingers itching to fidget or his muscles begging to move.

Yet his ever-perfect brother spends his day off buried in books like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Books on poisons and medicine even.

Sasuke here's the battle, heart in his throat at the strike of a lightning jutsu crackling though the trees.

It wasn't her.

It was the same thing he told himself at every crack of lightning. Every glimpse of strawberry blonde hair on a passing stranger. Every cry for help in the night and every spirited laugh from a pool of water.

He had been wrong yet.

But he still couldn't stop himself from looking.

As he sprints towards the conflict, his rehearsed words garble inside his head -

He's sorry. Shouldn't had said those things. He was angry. He understood if he didn't want to see her anymore, but he wants to if she'll have him.

-Ready even though he knows he won't need them because its-

It is her.

His eyes go wide and Sharingan red and the world slows to a halt.

She's in the middle of a group of missing nin circling around her. Several already dead, tossed to the side. She's exhausted, free of weapons or guards - ambushed. He desperately scanning her for injuries.

Her face is puffy - the beginning of a black eye on her cheek, blood soaked into her braid and in patches on her torn clothes.

His blood is lit on fire. Sword suddenly tight in his hand. These men would burn for touching her. Bloodlust possesses him in a blur. His sword biting through flesh and bone, sending satisfaction icing the hot rage racing through him. The last one falls, but it's still not enough for his fingers to stop trembling with rage.

She’s staring at him, wide-eyed, chest heaving, her braid damp with blood.

She doesn’t speak.

Neither does he.

His grip tightens on his sword. The blood on it isn’t enough. The bodies at their feet aren’t enough. Because she’s standing in front of him, bruised and battered, because she left, because she thought she had to, because he wasn’t there—

His free hand snaps forward, catching her chin. Not gentle. Not careful. His thumb presses into the corner of her mouth, tilting her face up, forcing her to look at him. His Sharingan is still spinning, burning into hers, scanning every cut, every breath—

His blood is still running hot, his pulse still hammering, his fingers still shaking.

"You reckless idiot." He hisses as he surges forward. He kisses her.

It’s not controlled. It’s not careful. It’s bruising, desperate, sharp with everything he didn’t say. His grip doesn’t loosen, his body still coiled with the need to fight, to burn, to never feel that fear again.

And when he rips his mouth from hers, he doesn’t step back. Their breath tangles, hot and unsteady.

That had been when the tables had turned. She'd been half way through a lightning transposition when it happened and half of her chakra had simply vanished.

She'd tried to run, but she had nowhere to go. No backup. She was running out of ideas other than-

No, she'd never used that on more than one target. Even when it worked, the risk of chakra poisoning was too high and if she used it on all of them...

No, not an option. She had to think of a better plan. She had to-

She sent a bolt of lightning at one of the enemies who had begun to inch towards her, but with just one eye her depth perception was shot and she missed. Thunder cracked around her.

And movement flickered through the trees. Kase reached for a Kunai, but her sheaths were all empty. But the shadow didn't come for her. Familiar black hair, simple black clothes, a blade clutched in one hand and...

Red eyes. Sharingan.

Kase's heart skipped a beat. Sasuke. She wasn't sure how he'd found her, if it was just luck or coincidence or if he'd been looking...she doesn't dare hope. His blade is as fast as her lightning, faster even. Kase knew he was deadly, but she'd never seen him like this.

They're all dead before they can realize just how fucked they are.

Then he's looking at her, blood dripping from his blade. And she can't summon a single word. Didn't this prove everything he'd accused her of? That she couldn't handle herself, couldn't solve her own problems, that she needed him to kill for her, even if she didn't ask him too? But this wasn't Konoha, those weren't people who's only crime was being bigoted. These were enemies out for blood.

She expects him to yell, to scold, or worse, to just walk away, to walk away like he did when she fell into Orochimaru's clutches because she was so far beneath him.

He stalks forward, and Kase is rooted to the ground. She can't so much as think as he grabs her chin and she expects anger. It's there, in his eyes, the anger. But there is something else, something burning with an even greater intensity than rage.

And his lips find hers.

Kase has experienced her share of kisses. Soft and sweet and playful and shy and passionate and wanting and this is...

It's so much more. His hesitation, his restraint, it's been stripped away and Kase couldn't feel any more exposed if she was naked. His lips burn with that familiar Uchiha heat that always seems to radiate off of him, like an inferno just underneath the skin. Shock is the only thing that keeps her frozen in place, despite an instant desire to thread her finders into his hair, to pull him closer, to hold onto him and try to convince herself that he's real, that this is real, that it's not just some trick if the mind as she dies.

Her chest heaves as he breaks the kiss and there's something wild and raw in his voice.

Apologize—which he hadn’t done at all.

His eyes roam over her shocked face, eyes wide, green like the surface of a turbulent sea, pulling him under, swallowing his thoughts in sync with the storm raging inside him.

There had been no thought to the way his lips crashed into hers—just instinct. Just a need that had been swelling since the beginning of their adventure.

And now—

Shit.

There was no going back from this.

Like the feelings he’d buried had finally in a rage clawed their way out of his chest. It fucking hurt. Already left him feeling empty. Alone. Yearning to be whole again.

Because when hadn’t this feeling been met with dreams fading to night black or silent words carved in cold, grey stone?

Motherfucker.

The goddamn reckless idiot was him.

And still- still -he couldn't stop. His grip on her chin slid back, cupping her neck, pulling in closer—close enough to feel her breath catch against his jaw. To smell the fear lingering on her skin. To feel her front brush against his.

Close enough that she couldn’t run away from him again.

His words, sharp as his drawn blade, soft as her skin beneath his plam and raw as the unguarded truth in his eyes.

@its-sasuke

Itachi peeks his head around the door of the refrigerator as hes gathering up an armful of seemingly random snacks. Its almost two am and Itachi just realized that he'd been so focused on studying that he'd forgotten to eat..at all..His stomach growls as he eyes his younger brother with an owlish expression made infinitely stranger by the way his glasses make his eyes look too big for his face.

"Funny. When I study, it's 'unhealthy' to eat junk food. But when it's you, it's fine."

"Whatever." He bites out, irritation threading through his voice at his brother’s flimsy excuse. Itachi could do anything if he wanted to—always had. It annoyed the hell out of him. Even so, the frustration doesn't quite drown out the memories. Nights spent studying in his room, only to find food left beside him—silent gestures that spoke louder than words.

He exhales, pushing the thought aside.

Still, he slides away from the fridge, setting most of what he pulled out down on the dining room table for a moment as he peels open the popsicle and pops it in his mouth, savoring the sweet, fruity taste.

"If you're offering," he sits at the table and starts arranging his treasures by type of snack. Sweet and salty kettle corn went next to chips, colorful animal shaped marshmellows went with frosting colored animal cookies. Toasted coconut yogurt went with a strawberry coconut drink that Itachi had become fond of. He wondered if any of them would pair well with eggs.

It actually had been a little hard. Getting the egg to not stick in the pan was unexpected, and he still has to use his sharingan to get the flip just right. But it was worth it to keep Sakura from teasing him about having "girl dinner" everytime she saw him put together a meal in the kitchen.

A glance at Itachi at the table and Sasuke's eyebrow twitches involuntary. When had they even bought that sugary junk?

"What are you studying this time?" He asks,

He has to look away, though, as Sasuke eats a chunk of raw tomato. That was one thing Itachi could never understand about his brother, and the thought of the soft, mushy texture on his tongue made his stomach sour.

"a book on dead languages. I think that's the key to cracking some bits of code we intercepted, but a number of the languages share the same roots, so it's making things a bit more challenging." It was nice that Sasuke was older now, and as a full blown Shinobi himself, there was less Itachi had to try and keep secret. He still had his secrets, of course, every Anbu did and it didn't matter what age or rank Sasuke held, unless he was Hokage their was some information that Itachi could never reveal. But this was unclassified, and there were several teams through T&I and even a few non Shinobi scholars who were working on it. Itachi wasn't officially part of the team, but it gave him something to do on his days off.

He started heating the pan before moving onto the eggs, cracking them into a bowl with efficiency.

The task Itachi described had Sasukes eyes glazing over. Hanging out with the idiot (Naruto) was affecting his attention span.

@its-sasuke

Itachi peeks his head around the door of the refrigerator as hes gathering up an armful of seemingly random snacks. Its almost two am and Itachi just realized that he'd been so focused on studying that he'd forgotten to eat..at all..His stomach growls as he eyes his younger brother with an owlish expression made infinitely stranger by the way his glasses make his eyes look too big for his face.

"Funny. When I study, it's 'unhealthy' to eat junk food. But when it's you, it's fine."

"Whatever." He bites out, irritation threading through his voice at his brother’s flimsy excuse. Itachi could do anything if he wanted to—always had. It annoyed the hell out of him. Even so, the frustration doesn't quite drown out the memories. Nights spent studying in his room, only to find food left beside him—silent gestures that spoke louder than words.

He exhales, pushing the thought aside.

Still, he slides away from the fridge, setting most of what he pulled out down on the dining room table for a moment as he peels open the popsicle and pops it in his mouth, savoring the sweet, fruity taste.

"If you're offering," he sits at the table and starts arranging his treasures by type of snack. Sweet and salty kettle corn went next to chips, colorful animal shaped marshmellows went with frosting colored animal cookies. Toasted coconut yogurt went with a strawberry coconut drink that Itachi had become fond of. He wondered if any of them would pair well with eggs.

It actually had been a little hard. Getting the egg to not stick in the pan was unexpected, and he still has to use his sharingan to get the flip just right. But it was worth it to keep Sakura from teasing him about having "girl dinner" everytime she saw him put together a meal in the kitchen.

A glance at Itachi at the table and Sasuke's eyebrow twitches involuntary. When had they even bought that sugary junk?

"What are you studying this time?" He asks,

@its-sasuke

Itachi peeks his head around the door of the refrigerator as hes gathering up an armful of seemingly random snacks. Its almost two am and Itachi just realized that he'd been so focused on studying that he'd forgotten to eat..at all..His stomach growls as he eyes his younger brother with an owlish expression made infinitely stranger by the way his glasses make his eyes look too big for his face.

"Funny. When I study, it's 'unhealthy' to eat junk food. But when it's you, it's fine."

"Whatever." He bites out, irritation threading through his voice at his brother’s flimsy excuse. Itachi could do anything if he wanted to—always had. It annoyed the hell out of him. Even so, the frustration doesn't quite drown out the memories. Nights spent studying in his room, only to find food left beside him—silent gestures that spoke louder than words.

He exhales, pushing the thought aside.

@its-sasuke

Itachi peeks his head around the door of the refrigerator as hes gathering up an armful of seemingly random snacks. Its almost two am and Itachi just realized that he'd been so focused on studying that he'd forgotten to eat..at all..His stomach growls as he eyes his younger brother with an owlish expression made infinitely stranger by the way his glasses make his eyes look too big for his face.

"Funny. When I study, it's 'unhealthy' to eat junk food. But when it's you, it's fine."