SasuSaku Prompts

60. it's not just a day

prompt: "It's not just a day."

A/N: This prompt is inspired by my conversation with a friend arguing that Sasuke's birthday is just a day. Obv for me it's not. Happy birthday, baby!

--

"What are your plans for your birthday?"

He looked up from reading a scroll to his wife leaning against the doorframe of their bedroom before returning his gaze to the scroll.

"Nothing."

Sakura snorted, "Why did I even bother asking something so obvious?"

He didn't respond.

She raised her eyebrows, arms crossing against her chest, a not so hidden challenge in her voice, she said, "We're going to throw you a really, really big birthday party with lots and lots of people from the village and even people you know from other places."

Sasuke sighed, putting down the scroll, he raised his eyes to look at her. He knew that she was challenging him. "No, you won't."

"Try me."

He knew better than to doubt his wife's words, especially with that smug tone he didn't know if he loved or hated—probably both. She would throw that damn party if she really wanted to, regardless of her work, his choice, or anything at all.

"Fine. I want to stay here and train with Sarada or something." Or do something with you too. He wanted to add knowing deep inside him that that was what he really wanted but he didn't voice that out loud knowing she's too busy in the hospital and he wouldn't want to bother her.

"No. Don't be so lame, Sasuke. You only turn this age once."

"It's just a day, Sakura. I don't really think it's such a big deal."

Pushing herself off the doorframe, she walked towards him, "It's not just a day, Sasuke. It's YOUR birthday."

He scoffed. "Why is this a big deal to you? Like you said, it's my birthday."

When she reached the bottom of their bed, she bent to her knees until they were the same eye level. "You started existing on that day and soon after that, years after that, you would be a part of our lives. A really big part of my life. So it's not just a day."

His chest tightened at her words. Her green eyes were so soft, with so much love that he felt his throat closing up. And not for the first time, he wondered what he ever did to deserve her.

"I'm gonna ask you again—"she grinned, her eyes glinting mischievously "—because trust me, I'm really gonna throw that party—what do you want for your birthday?"

In a voice so soft and so tender and with so much emotion and so unlike him, he gave her an answer, an answer that he didn't want to admit, an answer so honest because it came from his heart.

"You."