Unspoken (Sasori x Reader)

The Party

"Deidara, I really don't want to be here."

"Why not, hm?"

"You know I don't like parties!"

"Hm? You were just telling me how much of a party animal you are, yeah?"

You could feel the tips of your ears burning hot at the feigned naivety of your friend. Deidara regarded you with a cheeky smile as he threw his arm around your shoulder. He tried to tug you past the threshold of the front door, but you only dug your heels more into the floor.

"Don't play dumb with me, Dei!"

"I would never! Come on, it'll be fun, yeah?"

"I don't think this is a good idea," you said, still struggling against the firm arm that locked you against his side. "I've got some super important essays to do, and I have to feed my lizard, and—"

With one final tug the two of you finally entered the house bumping with music. The bass pounded in your ears along with the sounds of commotion and laughter. A frown marred your features as Deidara closed the door behind the both of you. You could never win when he had his mind set on something.

"Your essays can wait! It's important to get out of the house instead of studying for days on end, hm." Deidara slipped his broad hand into your own, squeezing silent reassurances against your skin. It was as if he were trying to work out all of your physical and mental knots with the way he kneaded his fingers against your own. Deidara was renown for keeping average grades in all classes other than his art-centric ones, and held a special hatred for writing papers. It always frustrated you how he couldn't understand how important your studies were for you, but at this point all you could do was sigh and just give into it.

By the time you returned from your suffocating thoughts Deidara was already pushing a solo cup into your hand. With a dazzling smile he tapped his own against yours before taking a mighty swig that already left your head spinning. Reluctantly you sniffed the rim of the cup and grimaced. Pinching your nose you quickly took a bold drink of your own only to cough.

"Dei— This is disgusting!" You coughed, quickly covering your mouth.

"Zetsu called this the "Kamikaze", yeah!" He laughed as he drank what you were convinced was the devil's liquid of choice. The strong scent alone was enough to sting your nose, and the heat of the beverage caused a light trace of sweat to sting at your brow.

"You know I hate straight liq—"

"Yeah, yeah," he interrupted, waving a dismissive hand your way. "I'm only trying to help you loosen up so you'll stop being such an agoraphobe, hm." Fortunately, he took the cup out of your hand and instead retrieved a bottle of beer to replace it with. You weren't much of a fan of beer either, but it was much more palatable than that god awful "Kamikaze".

"(Y/N)!"

You glanced over your shoulder, trying to pinpoint where you heard your name coming from. Everywhere you looked there were either people you knew, or people you had never seen in your life. Between the laughing groups of various cliques and dancing bodies in an overcrowded living room, you couldn't figure out who was trying to get your attention.

"Over here, (Y/N)!"

Finally you realized the one calling your name was Kankuro, a tall boy waving his hand in the air from a couch across the room. Messy brown locks poked out from underneath his black hood, and you felt yourself smile at the comforting sight. To his side sat his gorgeous older sister, Temari, and Shikamaru nestled to her right. Your heart fluttered and with a reassuring squeeze of Deidara's hand you parted and headed towards the trio.