A Slight Issue

Prologue

Y'all it had to be fixed I came back to reread it and I almost threw up how did anyone like this I can't believe I PRODUCED this garbage y'all we are editing it. We're editing it and it's not going to hurt us anymore after this, okay? It's just going to be gay and fluffy and we're going to burn the other parts. It's okay. No more nightmares. Honest to fucking god. This is just as much for my mental health as it is for yours. 

K so I wrote this before editing and I just did and I still sorta hate it and it's cringey but you know what it's better. Slightly. It's okay, it's okay. OOC Sasuke has my whole heart. Sometimes. 

Sasuke's pov

I have a slight issue, and his name is Lennox.

It all started a whopping three years ago when I decided to change the route I walk to school on to help my avoid the feral fangirls that flood after me anytime I dare show my face in the streets. This path was a lot longer, but it curved around and took me through a farmland-like area of Konoha. A place no fangirl of mine would dare to step foot in, it just so happens. It was an ideal choice that I was glad to discover. I was more than relieved to find that taking it worked. Nobody, even today, has figured out which road I take. Those who have aren't willing enough to trek through muddy puddles and overgrown grass just to stare at me from afar either. There's no corners to hide themselves behind out there, so subtly wouldn't work. It was the perfect solution to my irritating problem. 

I have never had a crush before, and I've never really held any attraction to girls. These two things should've been pretty clear signs that something was up. I didn't really relate them to one another despite having should've. It flew right over my head. It wasn't that I was dead set on the idea that I was straight. I just... hadn't really considered that there was any other options. I just assumed. I was going to kill Itachi, restore my clan, and bring honor back to the Uchiha name. I was so dead set on my goal that I overlooked the signs blaring in my face.

Or I did at first, anyway. Then I discovered Lennox.

Putting it like that makes it sound like he's some sort of haircare product, but he's not. When I walk to school via my new route, I pass a small brick house. It's pressed up right against what little semblance of a road there is, nothing special about it in the least. It's small, with an impressive garden out front and a chicken coop tucked into the corner out back. I've never wandered too close to the structure. I've never had a reason to. The whole yard is closed in by a white, farm-style fence that would look entirely picturesque if not for the peeling paint and now-rusted nails holding it together. The whole place was old and entirely too easy to look over. Which is what I did my first week or two slinking past it.

I was too caught up in my thoughts at the time. Impossible to consider now, but it was true. Part of me wishes I had never taken the time to really look at the place. The other, much larger part is extremely happy I did. Even if things would be admittedly easier if I had never glanced over that damp Tuesday morning, I couldn't bring myself to regret it. How could I ever regret Lennox? In literally any capacity? Not something I'd ever admit to anyone out loud, but true nonetheless.

I spotted him quite fast, and then it was game over from thereon out. He was a little younger than me, sporting a head full of wild, ginger hair and a pair of striking green eyes that captivated my surprisingly pathetic and weak heart almost immediately. He was out in the garden watering a variety of colorful flowers and springy plants. I could hear him humming quietly to himself as I got closer. I almost thought he was dangerous when I first spotted him because of the way my heart increased and my eyes refused to pry themselves away. An idiotic assumption in hindsight, but I have submitted myself to the fact that I'm an idiot in love. It's too late for me.