drabble: the little things rating: k notes: post-699/the last, when sasuke comes back from traveling. mindless fluff tbh.
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When Sakura first kisses Sasuke, it comes as a surprise to them both.
It’s not even a kiss on the lips – it’s a quick peck on the cheek as Sakura hurries out of her apartment to go to work.
Sasuke had stopped by in the morning to drop off medical files from Kakashi’s office and had joined her for a quick breakfast before Sakura had realized she was going to be late for work.
“Go ahead, I’ll do your dishes,” Sasuke says, already walking towards the kitchen with both of their plates balanced in one hand. “You’re late already.”
“Are you sure? Don’t you have training with Naruto?” Sakura asks as slips her boots on, leaning against the kitchen doorway.
Sasuke simply shrugs. “He can wait a few minutes.”
Sakura nods and grabs her medical pouch from the living room, strapping it around her waist before running back past Sasuke.
“Thanks, Sasuke-kun! We’re still on for dinner tonight, right? I’ll see you tonight!” She chirps as she stops briefly and presses her lips against Sasuke’s cheek. He stiffens at the contact, but Sakura is already out the door.
It takes her approximately two-and-a-half minutes of running before she realizes what she did. It takes her another five minutes and twenty-three seconds to calm down.
It really isn’t a big deal, Sakura thinks. Technically she and Sasuke aren’t an item, but they spend so much time together that everyone knows they might as well be. And she knows Sasuke feels the same way about her as she does about him. So why was a kiss on the cheek even a big deal? It wasn’t.
Except Sakura’s never actually kissed him before and to do it so casually must have freaked him out. She spends a few minutes mulling over her careless mistake before grabbing a patient’s charts and spending the rest of the day immersed in work.
Sasuke is already in her apartment when she gets home from work, reading a scroll on her couch. He looks so at home that she hesitates to disturb his reading, opting to drop her stuff off in the kitchen first. She steels herself for the awkward conversation to follow and walks back to the living room, only to find him staring at her already. She opens her mouth to speak, but he beats her to it.
“You’re getting comfortable.”
Sakura blinks. “Uh, I wasn’t really think-”
“It’s fine,” Sasuke interrupts. “I don’t mind… being comfortable.” He turns his head away as he finishes his sentence, but not before she sees his cheeks turn pink.
There’s a few seconds of silence before Sakura grins from ear to ear and bounds over to him, squeezing next to him on the couch.
“Can I get really comfortable then?”
Sasuke snorts. “Don’t push your luck.”
Sakura giggles and scoots down, laying her head on his chest. “This is nice. I like comfort. You’re comfortable.” He hums in response, and she can feel the rumble from his chest.
She smiles, closing her eyes to the soft pressure of lips against her hair.