In the center of his spacious kitchen, Sasuke found himself standing with a thoughtful gaze upon the meticulously arranged countertop. Right before him, a well-worn cutting board rested his trusted knife that helped him in the meticulous task of peeling and chopping a medley of fresh vegetables.
He took a rapid glance at the clock, checking the time for the 100th time.
His blond alpha had left on a grocery run not long ago, fulfilling Sasuke's request for more ingredients. Although the raven had initially contemplated joining him to ensure the right selections were made, Naruto had insisted that he rest and avoid any exertion, given his ongoing pregnancy. Reluctantly, Sasuke had agreed, granting Naruto the solo trip while he focused his energies on preparing their meal instead.
With unwavering attention to detail, he took each vegetable in hand, subjecting them to a thorough cleansing under the faucet's stream, and only when he was satisfied that every trace of dirt had been washed away did he begin the process of peeling.
Suddenly, the tranquility of the kitchen ambiance was abruptly interrupted by the unmistakable chime of a Facetime call. Sasuke, wiping his hands on a nearby kitchen towel, glanced at his phone, revealing Gaara's name illuminated on the screen.
Swiftly, he accepted the call and positioned the device within reach against a random jar, affording him the freedom to continue his task.
"Wow! You look so good for someone who just woke up!" Gaara's visage materialized on the screen, a grin adorning his face, his fingers playfully tousling his fiery red hair.
A chuckle escaped the Uchiha's lips, a twinkle in his eye. "Thanks, but I've been awake for hours."
"Oh, I was talking about myself, obviously. You know, the epitome of perfection. You, my friend, are merely bearing the 'morning crustiness' with grace." He spoke out, causing the Uchiha to chuckle and wonder why he even thought the compliment was directed at him. "Ugh seriously, I look so good today. Not everyone can look this good, but I'm happy to belong to this exceptional minority."
Sasuke let out an exasperated sigh, his dark eyes rolling in annoyance at his friend's antics. "Did you call just to deliver your self-praise?" He quipped, hoping for a more substantive reason for the call.
A momentary pause ensued before Gaara's casual response filled the air. "Almost slipped my mind. I've got a date lined up and need your discerning eye to help me pick the perfect outfit."
"A date?" His eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise, causing him to lean against the kitchen counter, his elbows finding a comfortable perch upon its surface. A playful smirk formed on his lips as he reached for the kitchen cloth, drying his hands with a casual air. "So, you've finally given up on the sugar daddy quest and decided to explore the realm of true love?" He teased, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards.
Gaara's response came swift and unapologetically dismissive, his hand waving in the air as if batting away an inconsequential thought. "Pfff! Love love is just my index rubbing against my thumb." He quipped, an amused glint dancing in his eyes.
Leaning against the counter, the raven ventured further. "So, how exactly do you stumble upon these potential partners? Do they boldly announce their financial status, or is it your task to decipher that? What are your indicators for potential success, and what are your red flags?" The lines of his face softened with interest. He was genuinely curious, especially because his brain couldn't comprehend just why would anyone be with a person knowing they were only interested in their possessions.
The redhead's lips curled into a smug smile, his response laced with his signature wit. "What I steer clear of is the minus sign in the bank account, that's for sure." He quipped, well aware of the knowing eye-roll his words would undoubtedly provoke. "I met him on Tinder. It's not my usual app, but we'll see where it goes." He remarked before momentarily disappearing from the frame, presumably to explore his wardrobe choices. "Sasuke, seriously, he's so hot. Has a six-pack, a nice car, and a huge mansion! I swear he's the whole package—rich, handsome, successful... did I mention rich? I think he's a lawyer or something." Gaara gushed.
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Home Is Where Our Love Grows
FanfictionNaruto and Sasuke have been living the dream for ten years, snuggling on the couch, ordering takeout, and making out whenever they felt like it. Sharing their apartment, their bed, and their hearts. But their blissful bubble bursts when Sasuke disco...
