Sasuke slid in his blue contacts and tousled his hair, deliberately messing up his usual style. As he gazed into the mirror, he hardly recognized the reflection staring back at him. He ran his fingers through his hair and let out a deep sigh, mentally preparing himself. As Sasuke followed his manager out the door, they paused by the curtain, biding their time. After a brief moment, Sasuke stepped onto the dimly lit stage, eliciting whispers from the crowd who eagerly anticipated the start of the performance. Sasuke stood center stage, his voice ringing out with the first notes of the song. As he sang, his eyes closed, he poured his heart and soul into the lyrics, his emotions evident in every word. His voice was smooth and soulful, conveying the love and frustration expressed in the lyrics.
(Sick of you By Surmiel Hess)
You spend way too many hours
Wasting water in the shower
Take your precious time with
Everything you do
You always steal the covers
And complain about your mother
But it's probably only 'cause she's just like you
I might be crazy for loving you, baby
Or maybe I'm out of my mind
'Cause I'm still not sick of you
Guess there's nothing you could do
That could make me change my mind
'Cause you're mine and I'm yours
By the time we leave this room
We won't know Winter from June
We've run out of things to do
And I'm still not sick of you
You always change the channel
Every time I'm in the middle
Of an episode I really want to see
You tell me that you're freezing
And I really can't believe it
'Cause you keep the room at 200 degrees
I might be crazy for loving you, baby
Or maybe I'm out of my mind
Hinata emerged from the bathroom wearing a large T-shirt and stopping by her bed, drying her hair with a towel. "It's quite chilly in here, isn't it?" she remarked, turning to Sasuke. He gave her a quizzical look, having taken off his shirt and was fanning himself. Hinata couldn't help but giggle as she made her way over to her dresser. "Did you save water for the others?" Sasuke teased with a smirk. Hinata hummed in amusement. "Probably not," she replied, giggling. "Are you ready for our senior year of high school?" Sasuke didn't respond.
I might be crazy for loving you, baby
Or maybe I'm out of my mind
Still not sick of you
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"Welcome to the VIP lounge, where you'll be meeting Susanoo," the manager announced, leading Hinata and Sakura over to the plush couches. "He'll be out shortly. Thank you for being our VIP guests." With that, she left the room, leaving Hinata and Sakura alone.
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FanfictionTwo successful singers are caught in a dilemma - they must date each other publicly to advance their careers, even though they are in committed relationships. Balancing their public image and personal lives proves to be a daunting task, as they navi...