perks of a wallflower
for sasusaku shoujo week 2023. prompts: high school, festivals, love confessions, accidental kiss, kabedon, wallflower. sasuke first person pov
I, Uchiha Sasuke, seventeen years of age, only want nothing but peace in the last year of my high school life. So far, I have been successful ducking away from high-energy (like Uzumaki Naruto who I think takes five energy drinks in a day the way he’s always loud-mouthed and laughing and screaming in the hallways), and high-activity people (like Haruno Sakura, student council member since freshman and is now the current president. She probably has magical time management skills because I don’t know how she can fit everything in her schedule).
I am simply content in acing the expectations set by my family name.
Excellent grades.
First place in exams.
Official representative in academic competitions.
The successor of the alumnus with distinction, Uchiha Itachi.
The official top rank nobody in Konoha High, in other words.
Except I’m not.
Not really.
Not when President Sakura is always near second to me, short only by one point or two. And maybe it’s because she’s juggling everything in those two dainty hands of hers that she can’t be perfect all the time.
It’s not that I pay attention. It’s just that her hands are tiny.
And soft.
She grabbed my arm when classes broke for lunch one time and told me to go to the clinic.
“You’re hot.”
I wouldn’t know how to respond if I wasn’t running a 40 degree. “Gee, thanks,” I sloppily replied.
“No, but really. You need to go to the doctor.” Her face was painted with concern. There was nothing different about it; she dons this exact same expression to all her constituents.
It was the fact that she saw me, in the midst of class, battling a fever I thought I perfectly hid.
She didn’t wait for my response then. She dragged me towards the room, and pulled me into her orbit.
There’s a phenomenon called Zero Shadow Day when the sun is at the zenith and its rays fall perpendicular to an object. The shadow, usually cast behind it, falls directly under. Being skin-close to her is exactly that kind of phenomenon; I become engulfed in her.
My brother never fell in love in high school, but I did with Haruno Sakura.