Sasunaru Oneshots

We Don't Talk Anymore

I don't own Naruto.

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We don't talk anymore
We don't talk anymore
We don't talk anymore
Like we used to do

Sasuke ran his hand through his hair and glanced out the window of his penthouse, looking at the lights shining across the city. They didn't seem to be as bright as they usually were.

He had to get up and start getting ready for his presentation of his start-up development for the Stern New Venture and Social Venture competition. If everything went according to plan, he'd make it to the finals, win, and ultimately have an amazing opportunity to help start building his own company.

Minutes passed by, and, finally giving in to his nagging urge, he turned to his side and brought up his phone to his face.

No New Messages.

He scrolled back through his old messages with the dobe, then got up to get ready.

We don't love anymore
What was all of it for?
Oh, we don't talk anymore, like we used to do...

Almost on the other side of the city, Naruto was already on his phone, going back through his old messages with the teme.

No New Messages.

He wanted to wish the raven good luck for the contest so bad; his fingers were already hovering over the keyboard. His teeth gnawed on his bottom lip as he played with the thought. It would just be a harmless good luck text; nothing too bad.

However, in the end he decided to put his phone down and focused on getting ready. It was his birthday today, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to be happy.

I just heard you found the one, you've been looking
You've been looking for
I wish I would have known that wasn't me

They both set off, walking to their shared college. Sasuke made his way to the business building while Naruto went to the engineering building. They weren't too far from each other, but it was enough of a distance to not be caught glancing at one another while making their way inside.

Cause even after all this time I still wonder
Why I can't move on
Just the way you did so easily

Sasuke couldn't help but doze off during the lesson; his seat was right next to the window, giving him a view of a blonde in the distance, running around with that damned mutt-lover and their combined project: a robot.

He rested his head on the palm of his hand, now completely ignoring the professor and pouring all of his attention on the dobe, who dropped down to one knee to check on the contraption when it began going in a circle.

He wondered if he would message the dobe a happy birthday. It wasn't anything too crazy, so wasn't it okay?

"Mr. Uchiha, would you mind repeating what I just said?"

Don't wanna know
Kind of dress you're wearing tonight
If he's holdin' onto you so tight
The way I did before

"Naruto, I'm gonna get a couple of snacks from the vending machine. You want anything?"

"Barbecue chips and a Sprite!"