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Sasuke's figuring that something blonde and spikey and colorfully, disastorously late is going to roll across the floor in about two seconds. He knows because it's been the highlight of his life for the past four years, even if it's only on Tuesdays and Thursdays when the other boy has to work late shifts at the store. And though he'd never admit it, for those four years, every week had him closer and closer to breaking down and cracking a smile, albeit maybe just a small one, but still one more than what he had to.
He tells himself to stop looking at the door and shifts in his seat uncomfortably when he finds that he's looking at the clock. It's another one of those things he'd never come to admit.
Sasuke hears something go boom and berates himself for not looking and scolds himself when he almost climbs up on his seat, craning his neck to see.
"Nah...sorry, teach," came the lame apology. Sasuke smirks to himself because Naruto never remembers to watch for the bump on the floor when he's going forty miles an hour. Giggles are breaking out in the room and Sasuke suppresses the urge to glare.
"Whatever," was the lazy reply with a heavy arm waving madly at him. They were doing calculus problems while the teacher read porn. It wasn't his concern who was present.
Naruto grins and taps Shikamaru on the forehead as he walks by. Sasuke thinks that Shikamaru will go bald before he's twenty by the way he pulls his hair back like that, like it's going to rip the strands out of the follicles any minute. He doesn't say anything though and just scoffs. Somehow he feels happy that Shikamaru will be bald. Somehow it also has to do with how Naruto's busy cramming a piece of folded notebook paper into the sleeping boy's hands, prying loose each finger carefully and wiggling the message in.
Naruto sits and stares at the board for a few minutes. Sasuke tells himself that he's not watching, even if he really is. He pretends that he's not watching Naruto's eyes gloss over and go out of focus before Kiba leans over and jabs the eraser end of a pencil between two of Naruto's ribs. The blonde yelps. Sasuke knows he's pokish.
Kiba wags his eyebrows suggestively over toward Sakura who is writing formulas down like a madwoman. Sasuke secretly wishes that Kiba's future girlfriend will have an accident with take-home hair-removal wax and rip those annoying things right off of his forehead. He also wishes that Ino would just reach over and cut Sakura's annoyingly pink hair off when he sees Naruto oggling her from his spot. He huffs when Naruto reaches over and pokes the girl on the shoulder.
"Ne...Sakura-chan," comes the tentative proposal.
Slap.
Sasuke grumbles something incoherently as he looks down to do his calculus problems. He mutters something menacingly when he finds that he's done them already and keeps pretending he's not watching Naruto.
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