I'm Sorry, Sasuke.

Chapter 6.

Sorry it's taking me so long to write these chapters. I hate this story so much lmao-

Enjoy.
—————————————————————————

Naruto's POV:

I woke up with someone's arms around me. Their back was pressed to mine. I turn around to be face to face with Sasuke Uchiha himself. I smile at him while he sleeps, reaching out to brush his cheeks with my fingers.

"What do you think you're doing?" Sasuke asks, scrunching up his face and backing away from my hands.

"I am simply fucking thou mum." I respond, chuckling, jumping onto Sasuke's stomach.

Sasuke let's out a distressed "oof", almost sounding like death. I lay my head on his chest with a smirk. Sasuke pushes my off his chest, making me almost fall off the bed. He gets up to leave the room, stopping at the doorway to ask

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"Eggs and toast!" I burst out happily. "Can I have some tea too please?"

"What kind would you like?" Sasuke smiles at my joy.

"Earl grey? Lot's of sugar please!" I make weird hand gestures while talking about the sugar. Sasuke nods his head, walking out the door and into the kitchen.

Sasuke's POV:

I'm happy. Naruto seems to be enjoying himself today. I'll have to look through his house again for anything sharp just in case... I guess there's still knives though, maybe I'll ask if I could just move in at some point.

Naruto walks into the room and takes a seat at the island bar thingy with the spiny chair.

"Hey, Naruto? Would you mind if I went through your house today? I'd like to get rid of anything sharp before I leave" I say. Naruto's face drops into a frown, and he stares at the ground.

"Yeah... I guess" He mumbles. I walk over to Naruto, wrapping him into a hug.

"It's alright, I'm always here. If you need to turn to something to let out emotions, come to me. Hurting yourself is the worst way to channel your feelings. It leaves scars that never go away. It's a constant reminder of your past. People question it. It's not fun" I go on a rant, while rubbing circles onto Naruto's back. He looks up at me with tears in his eyes.

"How do you know so much about self harm?" He asks me.

I simply smile at him.