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Naruto Uzumaki: star quarterback, bisexual menace, Twilight-quoting romantic with the emotional range of a YA protagonist on espresso. He’s loud, soft-hearted, and down for literally anything—including late-night dorm hookups with broody law students who glare like it’s their kink.

Sasuke Uchiha: pre-law prodigy, emotionally allergic, black-cat-in-human-form who has zero time for distractions. Unfortunately, Naruto is a distraction. A hot, maddening, painfully sincere distraction with a six-pack and no volume control.

What starts as “just a thing” quickly becomes the thing—a chaotic, sweaty, confusing spiral of hookup-induced feelings, dorm room disasters, existential dread, and gay panic in every flavor. Neither of them knows what they’re doing. But between late-night leftover Chinese takeout, one very unfortunate game of Truth or Dare, and excessive eye contact, they might accidentally stumble into something that feels suspiciously like love.

🎓 College AU

❤️‍🩹 🍆Angst w/ a side of dick. (Or is it dick w/ a side of angst?)

Add to the mix:

– A sapphic ex-cheerleader turned future surgeon who knows scripture like a weapon,

– A botany-obsessed femme fatale who flirts like she’s planting traps,

– A soft-voiced, horny Hinata with deep-seated daddy issues and a pastel aesthetic hiding her inner succubus,

– One philosophical burnout who might be God if God chain-smoked and played chess,

Am I shamelessly promoting my work? Absolutely. I actually finished not just ONE fic, but TWO fics. Ok. And the last time I completed writing one was, perhaps, nearly 2 decades ago. So yes. Read it. Prepare yourself. Because even if it’s not enjoyable for most, idc, I FINISHED. LIKE A MONEY SHOT.

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Summary:

It starts the same way it always does.

Sasuke enters the Hokage office like a shadow that doesn’t belong in a lit room — and Naruto doesn’t even look up from his paperwork. He just exhales, long and shallow, pen stilling mid-signature.

“You’re late,” Naruto says, voice low and worn like gravel rolled in honey. His tone’s casual, but the air tightens.

Sasuke’s only answer is the whisper-thud of the door shutting behind him. A pause. Then boots crossing the wood floor, slow and inevitable.

He doesn’t speak until he’s standing behind Naruto, close enough that his breath stirs the golden hair at Naruto’s nape.

“You sounded tired in your last message,” Sasuke says, voice dry and clipped. “Didn’t think Hokage-sama would request a midnight confession.”

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Or.

Set in the post-war canon universe. Angst, wordless yearning, and rough affection laced with tenderness. Written with a mature, tired, dry-witted Naruto and a brooding, emotionally-fettered Sasuke—both trapped in obligation, marriages of duty, finding their truth in stolen moments.

Can I ask if you prefer bottom or top sasuke?

~❄🌈