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"Sasuke, can you please fuck off" Naruto said as he walked to the Forrest where he remembered the Namikaze house was.
Sasuke walked after Naruto anyway and didn't do as he was told.
"Naruto please, your friends missed you."
"i don't care".
"but nar-" he was cut off by a door slamming closed in his face.

Sasuke sighed.
He then walked over to the window and climbed in.

"Naruto come on it can't be that bad to come by for a bit"
"not comming, the hidden leaf does not deserve my respect, and my so called 'friends' probably couldn't care less, like always!" Naruto exclaimed in Sasukes face.

Naruto turned around, the long blonde hair swaying behind his back.
Naruto sighed.
He then teleported way with Sasuke to outside and teleported back in alone.
Sasuke sighed and walked to his home.

Upon arrival whatsoever, he got quite surprised.
On his couch sat a certain blonde.
With a bag of supplies for sleeping over.

"what" Naruto said.

"n-nothing"

"hmpf"

Sasuke walked out of the room and went to the kitchen.

Naruto closed his eyes and layd back his head on the couch.

Yo Kurama, got a problem here...
Yes kit, what is it.
Da feels are coming back....
You mean the feels for Sasuke?
Yeah duh.
Ha, you're screeewed.
Pff way to be of any help to me.
You're welcome.

Sasuke had walked back into the room with some tea for the both of them, but had stopped in his tracks when he saw the blonde on the couch, seemingly asleep, and for the first time that day he did not have an angry expression on his face.

Fuck he looks as beautiful and peaceful as he did five years ago... Stupid gay uchiha-disgrace I am.
Heh... Too bad for my fangirls.
Sasuke thought.

The blonde then opened his eyes again, immediately the bored expression back.

Sasuke then noticed something.
Narutos pupils were slitted.
They had been the entire time.

Naruto looked at Sasuke with an expression that said 'stop fucking staring at me'

"so, what are we gonna do" Naruto asked.
"have you had dinner?" Sasuke asked.
"no"
"then let's eat"


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