#sai x reader

Inside the central base in Japan lies the immense and primitive computer of the Stone World, and a place where Sai naturally gravitates to it. The room was filled with low hums of distant machinery and the familiar rapid clicks.

Sai's fingers worked meticulously and swiftly on the computer just like how he used to do in the modern world as he hummed a simple tune, usually forgetting there's a whole world other than programming entertainment. It's surprising how he still manages to make use of it with ease.

He doesn't notice you walking up behind him until you place your hands on his rigid shoulders, making him jump under your touch.

“Sai! In your own world again?” You called out as you shook him gently.

He doesn't turn his head your way but his fingers stop working. “Yeah, these games don't get programmed by themselves you know.”

You huffed and shook him with more force. “Come on, you need some social time with me. Move it!”

He chuckles at your attempt to remove him from his sanctuary, good thing he loves you just as much as he does for video games otherwise he wouldn't even move an inch, and maybe the fact he also enjoys your company better than most people.

With a stretch of his limbs and fingers, he gets up and finally faces you, as he takes your hand, his lips grazing against your warm skin. “Alright, take me to whatever chaos you're planning.”

Then, a strange noise intervened. Click.

His breath hitched a little from the abruption, he couldn't tell where it came from.

“Is something wrong with my genius?” You teased with a suspiciously calm look.

His eyes scanned the perimeter, your figure, and your face. There wasn't anything unusual. You're standing quite innocently, one hand behind your back and the other still on his, he's unsure if he was hearing things. A blush paints his cheeks when he realizes he's gazing at you longer than he should rather than answering your question properly. “Nothing.” He mumbled under his breath.

Your lips merely upturned from his unconvincing answer but gave no effort to push out his thoughts, and you pulled him away to step outside — the hums of the machinery were getting on your nerves honestly.

He blinked once the afternoon light loomed over his face, trying to get used to the sudden glow.

Giggles left you when you saw him adjusting to the outdoors. “You're ridiculous, three millennia have passed and you're still getting yourself sucked into devices for hours.”

“I had to make up for lost time.” He quickly defended himself.

“Then do the same for ours!” You bit back and took his hand as you marched away completely from the area with him stumbling slightly and trudging behind. “I need to teach you a lesson mister.”

He perks up an eyebrow, he couldn't tell whether you were joking or serious because your tone indicated neither. “Uh, sure?” He hesitated but went along with you anyway. Surely it's nothing too bad.

Surely.

…

It doesn't take long for you two to arrive at your place since you live nearby; it takes about 10 minutes to get there. A simple wooden hut with a few flowers surrounding it for decoration, nothing too much, but enough to feel like you're at home.

Of course Sai — the gentleman he is — walks up to the door first to open it for you. His hand grabbed and barely pulled the handle when he already heard the same noise. Click.

He whips his head in your direction, but you peck his cheek briefly before stepping inside, making the poor boy flush at the sudden affection of your lips, even though it lasted almost a second.

He shrugged it off and decided it's best to forget about it; maybe going back to that unhealthy screen time routine is getting to him. Although he can't shake off the feeling that something is up.

You already settled yourself at the futon and called out to him the second he's inside. “Sai, come here.” You patted the spot to your right, gesturing to him to sit beside you.

The moment he steps over and slumps down on the futon, it goes off again. Click.

And immediately, you move your fingers through his scalp, brushing through his soft and curly strands — it makes you envy how smooth it feels despite having limited hair products. Are his genes seriously that good?

His ears blushed in a deeper shade of red than before, and melted under your touch. It's hard to deny how much he loves your hands working on his head. Thanks to that, he completely stops thinking about the click and focuses on the sensation of your fingers playing with his hair.

But that feeling of contentment vanished when you removed yourself from him, his frown almost made you think of a puppy, an adorably sad one. It was amusing to see your boyfriend acting like one.

“Sai, can you grab me a glass of water?” Your request was simple. Maybe too simple because you wouldn't ask him something like this. That doesn't stop him from getting up and eagerly following your words though.

He returns sooner than expected, holding a glass cup, and carefully hands it to you. Click. His ears perk up at that noise.

“Thank you, my genius.” Your voice held that alluring tone. Has he ever mentioned how much he loves that nickname, especially when you call him like you're trying to seduce him? It does wonders for his brain, causing it to buffer slightly.

He's starting to ponder why he's feeling like this. Well, he's always been a mess whenever you flirt with him, but never this badly.

As you take a sip from the cup, something unfamiliar peeks out from your other hand. A clicker — the only thing you begged Senku to make, you can never forget the look of disgust on his face when you asked for it. So that's the source of the sound.

He shrieks at the discovery and he couldn't help but feel disbelief that you've been clicker training him since earlier.

You empty the glass and shift your attention to him, you weren't hiding it anymore. You held it up to him like a prize with a smirk. “Feeling surprised?”

“Yes! You've been doing that to me?!” He yelled and pointed at you as if you committed a crime.

“Oh please, I know that you enjoyed it.”

“No! I! Did! Not!” He fluttered his hand up and down frantically in each word.

“Mhm, you're in the stage of denial.”

And that's the unfortunate part, he did like it. A lot. But he'll never admit to it, he would rather be stuck with Ryusui than mutter that statement out to you.

────» Sai.

You're happily working your way through a table laden with sweets. Konoha's festival may not be your favorite place to spend an afternoon. The crowds, the noise, the endless lines… but you can certainly appreciate one thing. Free desserts: rice cakes, sweet bean buns, dango. If there's one thing capable of convincing you to brave a crowd, it's an unlimited assortment of confectionery.

You become so engrossed in sampling everything that you almost fail to notice someone quietly joining you. Then again… Sai would be easier to notice if he announced his presence instead of quietly materializing beside people. You glance at him, cheeks still full of soft rice cake. He smiles at you. It doesn't mean anything, he does that a lot.

"You look very nice," he finally says.

You hurriedly chew. "Th-thank you."

Unfortunately, the three seconds it takes you to respond are more than enough time for Sai to continue.

"I like that there is potato starch on the tip of your nose." He thinks for a moment, hoping to draw the perfect parallel and impress you with his awesome verbal skills. "It makes it look like you were snorting—"

"Okay, that's enough, Sai," you interrupt.

He obediently falls silent. You glare at him for a second, but his soft facial expression gets in the way of you getting mad. With a small sigh, you wipe the dusting of starch from your nose.

Sai's shoulders sink ever so slightly and he frowns.

"I was going to draw you like that… I thought it looked cute."

You raise an eyebrow. "…Cute?"

You glance at him and realize he's completely sincere. Now /both/ of you are smiling like two idiots. But, well. You can't lie. He's pretty cute himself. Without warning, you reach up and gently boop his nose with your fingertip, still lightly dusted with potato starch.

"There. Now you can look cute too."

Sai blinks. His hand instinctively rises toward his nose before stopping halfway, as though he isn't sure whether removing it would be socially appropriate.

You grin, but it falters after taking a longer look at him.

"Hmph. Your skin's too pale," you grumble, disappointed. "You can barely even see the starch."

"…I see." He considers this very seriously. "I suppose I'll need more."

Before you can stop him, he's already reaching toward one of the trays of rice cakes. You burst into laughter.

"…Sai. I was just joking around. You don't need to do that."

"Oh."

This idiot. You're definitely taking him on a date.

────» Yamato.

The gently sloping hill is blanketed in wildflowers. Yamato sits beside you on the outdoor blanket, enjoying the quiet afternoon as a warm summer breeze rolls lazily across the field. The grass sways in soft waves, carrying with it the scent of earth and blossoms. It's peaceful. Exactly the kind of day the two of you rarely get to share. Yamato doesn't have many days off, after all, so you intend to make the most of this one.

"I like those," you say, pointing toward a distant patch of your favorite flowers growing farther up the hill.

Yamato follows your gesture.

"I see." He studies them for a moment. "They're beautiful."

His gaze lingers there a little longer, quietly thoughtful. You don't mind the silence, it's not awkward with him. The breeze, the chirping of birds, and simply having him beside you are more than enough.

After another moment, he speaks. "Give me a minute."

Curious, you watch as he places one hand against the ground. You feel the flow of chakra, and almost immediately, see the meadow respond to his touch. The thin leaves of grass around you stretch upward as though an entire week has passed in the blink of an eye. Tiny buds emerge from the earth and unfurl, until bright blossoms bloom in every direction. They form a neat circle around your blanket. You reach down and carefully pick one of the flowers. It looks perfect, indistinguishable from the ones growing naturally farther up the hill.

"…Yamato."

He smiles sheepishly before you can thank him. "I'm glad you like them."

Then his expression changes. His eyes dart around the suddenly much more colorful meadow, and he rubs the back of his neck.

"Do you… Do you think this upsets the ecological equilibrium?" he suddenly asks. Truly a man of concerns.

You blink. Of course that's where his mind went. You take a moment to genuinely consider it: a small patch of extra wildflowers, not invasive species, no trees bursting through the blanket, no forest swallowing the hill.

"…Nope. If anything, I think the bees are going to have a fantastic day."

Yamato looks around at the blossoms once more. The worry leaves his face, replaced by a smile again. Satisfied that he hasn't accidentally committed ecological sabotage, he leans back beside you.

The two of you spend the rest of the afternoon watching the flowers sway gently in the summer breeze. One more little patch of color in the meadow will remain for the entire summer as a little landmark of your date.

────» Gaara.

The room is so peaceful that you don't even realize you've fallen asleep.

When you finally wake, the golden light streaming through the windows has shifted across the floor, painting circles over the tatami. It's no longer as warm as it was during daytime.

You blink away the last traces of sleep. Then you notice that a blanket has been draped neatly over your legs. You smell something pleasant lingering in the air: a cup of tea sits nearby, still warm.

Across the room, Gaara sits with a book in his hands. He's reading quietly, slowly turning one page after another.

For a moment, you simply watch him. You almost don't want to break the silence. But eventually, he notices your gaze. He gives you a gentle smile. The sort of smile that he rarely wore years ago, but now seems to come naturally whenever you're around.

Staring at him a moment too long, your face suddenly grows warm. …Wait. You'd fallen asleep. In the Kazekage's personal chambers. On his bed. And the first thing you'd done after waking up was ogle him. You're not entirely familiar with the etiquette in Suna, but you're pretty sure that this is very, very, very rude.

"You should've woken me," you mumble, unsure how to apologize for… all of that.

Gaara closes his book. His gaze is soft, and so are his words. "I couldn't. You looked too comfortable."

A soft sigh escapes you before you even realize it. He's always so serene that it's contagious, and you can't help but relax as well. You only hope, perhaps a bit selfishly, that he enjoys your company half as much as you enjoy his.

As though hearing the thought before you've spoken it aloud, he soothes your worry: "I like having you here. So… Stay as long as you want."

His sentence ends a bit too abruptly, almost like he wanted to add a 'please' at the end, but hesitated. You smile anyway. The bed is, admittedly, far too comfortable to abandon just yet. Certainly more comfortable than the futon waiting for you at home. Rolling onto your side, you reach for the teddy bear resting beside the pillow and pull it into your arms. It smells faintly of clean linen… and of Gaara. More than any other object in the room.

You peek over the plush's head. He's pretending to have resumed reading. Pretending, because every now and then, you catch the corner of another tiny smile before he lowers his eyes back to the page.

Maybe staying a little longer isn't a bad idea after all.

────» Kankuro.

Ahh, the searing desert sun is going to drive you insane. The shadows cast by Suna's rounded buildings aren't enough to hide you from the heat, and staying cooped up indoors all day sounds like a different kind of torture. Kankuro told you to wait on a bench while he went to buy ice cream. Unfortunately, the bench feels about as cool as sitting on the surface of the sun.

"There was a long line," he sighs, breaking your inner monologue of a barrage of complaints. He hands you your favorite flavor. It's nice of him to remember that. "Apparently every idiot in Suna decided they wanted ice cream today."

You can't possibly imagine why. But you don't sass him, and graciously accept his offering. Finally! But before either of you can enjoy the summer delight, a small voice chimes beside you. A little boy, no older than six, runs over with an enthusiasm that only a child would have in this unbearable heat. Kankuro frowns.

"Oh, it's you."

The kid nods and beams, oblivious to the fact that he's impeding on a very important date of a very important guy. "You said you were gonna show me Crow again!"

With a dramatic sigh, Kankuro hands you his ice cream for safekeeping. He unfastens the scroll strapped to his back. With a puff of smoke, Crow appears. The child gasps, in awe. You look it over as well, not that you hadn't seen it before, but in the daylight outside of Kankuro's workshop, that thing looks even more terrifying. The boy doesn't seem to mind though, and asks Kankuro if Crow can wave. So Crow waves. Then he asks if Crow can spin. Crow spins. You diligently finish your ice cream as you watch the performance. Just when you're done with yours, a chunk of Kankuro's scoop slides down the side of the cone and drops on your hand. Hmph. Well, there's only way to solve this problem, you think.

"Dance! Can you make Crow dance?" the kid asks after having witnessed thirty perfect twirls. Yeah, you counted.

Kankuro's eye twitches. "Crow doesn't dance. He's a war machine built for battle, not a geisha."

The boy pouts. A moment after, his mother calls out to him, and he runs off with a short 'bye-bye'. Kankuro exhales. If the mother hadn't called out to him, you have a feeling the kid would've learnt a new swear word.

"Finally," Kankuro mutters, turning to you and reaching for his ice-cream. His ice-cream… that is not there anymore. He slowly looks from your empty cone to your lips, still glistening in the sun. It is such a mystery, he thinks, where his ice cream could have disappeared to. "I can't believe you couldn't wait five minutes."

You think five minutes is unreasonable. This was a lesson Kankuro had to learn the hard way. "Nope, the sun wasn't gonna wait. It was basically melting already, so technically I didn't even do anything wrong. I didn't let it go to waste."

Kankuro rolls his eyes. "Was it at least good?"

You look at your hand, which still has the little bit of ice-cream that drooped earlier.

"Try it," you joke, extending your hand towards Kankuro.

To your surprise, he leans down and actually licks it.

"Eh, it's alright."

You stand still for a moment, astounded. Kankuro is so down-to-earth and goofy that it's easy to forget he's basically Suna royalty. You look away. You're pretty sure any second now your cheeks will flush a darker shade, and you're not giving him the satisfaction.

Sai Nanami is a coder, a programmer. His family had always turned that down though. Since Sai Nanami had spent his whole life in a room learning math.

Which means he never learned about girls. Sure he had some girl teachers, but that didn't mean he knew what a period was. He was a genius, but he didn't know a lot of things.

Flash forward to now, Sai Nanami just came to your house after you texted him to come over. He knocked on the door and you let him in.

He noticed your outfit, sweatpants and a hoodie, no bra. When Sai noticed you weren't wearing a bra his face burned red.

You pulled him to the couch and sat next to him. Sai was stuff, not wanting to touch you for some reason.

You moved closer to him and laid your head on him, trying to initiate cuddles.

Sai put a very, very stiff hand on your waist.

"My cramps are killing me..." You told him, he just looked confused.

"What cramps? Are you hurt?"

"No, period cramps."

"What's a period?"

Then it hit you, this guy didn't know what a period was. You turned to him, "Sai, are you being serious?" You had to make sure.

"Yes, I am, what's a period? Are you hurt?" He was genuinely worried and your heart broke.

"Sai, a period is when a woman bleeds for a couple days every month." You tried to simplify it first

"YOU'RE BLEEDING!" Sai rushed to check you for injuries.

"Yes, but I'm okay, I'm not hurt."

"Then how are you bleeding!"

"Sai, calm down...*I'm too lazy so let's just say you explain periods to Sai, not too in detail, but enough for basic understanding*"

Sai was blushing at the end of your lecture. "I'm sorry!!!! Do you need anything??"

"Some chocolate and a heating pad would be nice."

Sai immediately stood up, "okay, then, I'm going."

"oh, also pads/tampons/whatever you use."

"okay, I will."

“Did you get my note?” Sai asks as he slides onto the bench beside you.

Rolling your eyes, you take a small bite of your dango as your free hand digs through your pocket.

As you pull the small piece of paper out of your pocket, you turn to your boyfriend.

A soft smile tugs at the corner of your lip as you carefully open it.

“Of course I got it. You taped it to my forehead as I was sleeping.” Sai chuckles, sending a flutter to your stomach.

Even if you wanted to be upset with him, you couldn't.

The easy smile on Sai’s face would have melted every ounce of your annoyance, could even melt the largest iceberg.

He looked so carefree, so happy, so proud of himself.

“And?”

You elbow him in his side, grinning as he grunts.

As compensation for his “injury”, you offer him a bite of your dango.

“I love you more.”