Third person pov

Uchiha have always been known to love obsessively, and Sasuke doesn't claim to be an exception of this. When an Uchiha loves, his mother had told him once, they do so with every part of themselves. It's insatiable-- unstoppable by all means, like a train tearing down the tracks. Sasuke is in locomotive bliss if that's the case. He's barreling forward full steam ahead and has no intentions of stopping. What's he have to lose? Not his reputation, that's for sure. What's gonna happen? His family disowns him? The Uchiha name loses honor? 

Sasuke tries to stay calm. And he succeeds. Definitely does that, for sure is not absolutely, completely losing his goddamn mind. There is no internal freak out happening here! He keeps his head on straight (gay?) and troops forward. No uh... no disruptions... here... Alright, fine. Fine, fine, fine. Denial isn't a good look for him. He'll be upfront, since his family is dead and like, that's his only running personality trait that can justify his unhealthily obsessive personality right now. 

So he is in somewhat of a haze for the rest of the day, but can you really blame the guy when you get down to it? He did hide his giddiness about the whole situation pretty well if you ask him, somehow managing to keep his cheeks from overheating anytime his brain happened to bounce back to the lovely ginger haired gardener who'd stolen his heart. Which was like, every two seconds, but menial details like that don't matter in the long run. Sasuke's in the deep end now, boys. A soldier marching off the war, ready to brave the trenches. Salute and pay respects. He's not coming back from this one alive.

Resisting the urge to break out into a blissful, excited, overjoyed, flustered, exuberant, smile is no easy task, but Sasuke does it and he does it well. First, because Lennox is the only one he has any intention of smiling at, because he's supposed to be depressed and a bad boy outside of that. Second, because his fangirls would pounce like feral wolves and ruin in entire week with their annoyingly annoying annoyances. They might get more stalkerish and in turn ruin his peaceful morning encounters with Lennox, and Sasuke is not above following in his brother's footsteps and committing mass genocide if that's what he needs to do.

The only real thing of note is that he did, in fact, dump his lunchbox out on the way to school. Listen... Listen, hear him out first. Those tomatoes and that rice were looking a little dry anyway, and Sasuke would lose every small ounce of his will to live if he dared lose or damage the flower Lennox gave him. So as soon as he's out of sight of the ginger, that goddamn box was coming out of his bag and his meal was getting abandoned. He also used his entire water bottle to rinse it and did dry it with his shirt, but flowers are delicate! How else was he supposed to preserve it?

"Sasuke-kun, do you want to hang out with me later?" Sakura cooed, propping her head up on her hands and cupping her cheeks. Sasuke turned away just briefly to gag and made awkward eye-contact with Shikamaru, who was surprisingly not asleep for once. The Nara just pressed his lips together in an unimpressed way. "M...Maybe we could go somewhere. L-Like... a date-"

"No way!" Ino crowed angrily, leaping to her feet. Iruka looked supremely irritated, and Sasuke could definitely relate to that. Same boat. Could they not see he was busy daydreaming about Lennox right now? Well... yeah, not that that was any of their business. Either way, it was super obvious that he was like, not mentally here at all. Not even a little bit. He was still very much reveling in the fact that he'd gotten to talk to the absolute love of his life. Who'd given him a flower. A. Flower. There was no protocol in the world that would tell him how to deal with this.

"Be quiet, you two. Sasuke is trying to focus on the lesson." Iruka said in a very sure tone that almost sent Sasuke spiraling into maniacal, slightly demented laughter. Trying to focus yes, but not on kunai trajectory or whatever was on the chalkboard. He wasn't about to correct the guy. He didn't want anyone to know about Lennox just yet. Someone could swoop in and steal him away if he did, even if it was unlikely since Sasuke was bringing his A-game and had years of mutual waving experience with the boy behind him. However, he was not here to take risks in any capacity. Not happening.

Alright, so moving on from whatever was happening right now, he instead thought more about-- you guessed it-- Lennox. Super gay of him. Seriously, he was really beginning to hope Itachi was going to pull through with this one. Surrogacy was totally an option, but that felt oddly disloyal and Sasuke is nothing if not traditional. Sorta. Yeah, he just doesn't like kids, honestly, which speaks levels about him considering he sorta is one. 

Lennox was never outside on the way home, which was fine. It gave him more of a chance to really take the house in and peek at the garden to see what plants Lennox may have gotten. Any vegetables or flowers he had seemed to grow at an incredible rate, and the same could be said for the variety of fruits and berries his future husband cultivated. Was sneaking a peek sort of creepy and stalkerish of him? Uh huh, yeah, abso-fucking-lutely. But this is another odd trait of his he is once again going to blame on the whole dead family thing. This is a romance novel and Sasuke is living in it. Booyah.

Categorizing everything he knew about Lennox, he had a da vinci level painting of the ginger's life. 4k ultra, deluxe obsession edition. He'd done his homework, alright? He lived with his pint-sized grandmother who seemed totally batshit insane. Great news, because if Lennox could handle her, he could probably handle Sasuke and his absurd, slightly-creepy tendencies. He also knew that the love of his life gathered up all his harvest and took it down to the market to sell on Saturdays. Sasuke was way too pussy to ever even attempt approaching and making a purchase, but he did watch dreamily from a distance like the absolute freak he just so happens to be. Hazard of the cause. You give a little, take a lot.

Sasuke did have to ponder who exactly Lennox's uncle may be. He hadn't heard the name Acton around, nor had he seen or met anyone resembling his crush. He would definitely know if an adult-sized Lennox was running around the village. He supposed it didn't matter tons, but he did have grand plans to leave a blooming, wonderful impression on all his family members. If they accepted him, Lennox was going to be way more inclined. It was going to be his in.

As a (almost) ninja and massacre survivor, this was the mission of a lifetime. His life was all planned, plotted, and lined out for him. He could see it over the horizon. He was going to skip down this flowery path straight into eternal bliss. He was Sasuke Uchiha! He was dark, mysterious, good-looking according to the teenage girl population of Konoha, and he now had a sparklingly kind personality. One that only came out for Lennox, but like, that was sorta the whole point. He was going to hook line and sink this shit. Dunk on it. Dropkick it straight into the goal. This would be Sasuke's single most important home run.

He continued through the day with his thoughts elsewhere. He dwelled very deeply on what he was going to say to Lennox tomorrow, as it was something that clearly needed mass amounts of calculating and precision as to not colossally fuck it up. Sasuke is literally emotionally stunted and painfully aware of this. Again, family murder thing. God that was such a good get-out-of-literally-anything card to pull. It was an umbrella that explained it all.

He wondered if he should thank the boy for the flower again. Would that be weird? Yeah no, he didn't want to be pushy, or nosy, or annoying, or anything within the realm of even slightly negative. That would be a dent in his still-fragile plans. This baby bird had just been birthed! Its bones were brittle and new! Fighting for its life out here, featherless, alone, cold! Or maybe Sasuke was just being dramatic and worrying too much. This was the life of a man (disclaimer: not actually a man) in love. He couldn't help it. This was his dream they were talking about here! Miss girl was literally at stake, dangling off a cliff, holding on for dear life! One wrong move and it was over for him.

"Sasuke-kun, do you want to go on a date with me?" A girl Sasuke didn't know the name of asked as soon as he exited the gates of the academy. It as a question he'd heard several times today, never from the one person he wanted to hear it from most. This girl was older than he was-- maybe sixteen or seventeen. Sasuke gave her a hard stare. His day was literally being ruined right now. Everyone and their goddamn second cousin twice removed had decided to collectively confess to him on the one day he was attempting to soar through the light and airy clouds of true love. 

"I-" Sasuke glanced around and saw no one. He'd been the last to leave, hoping to avoid shit like this. He turned back to the hopeful girl with a sigh, feeling genuine pity "-am unfathomably gay."

He watched her bluescreen for about .2 seconds before he was heading out, feeling self-satisfied. This was the first time he'd told his feelings to another person! Yeah, it was to a total stranger who was way too old and way too nasty for his tastes, but you know. Not everyone could be perfect like Lennox. Wow, what a rush. He wondered what new flowers Lennox had planted. His literal vision of absolute perfection was so dedicated to his garden! Ugh, Sasuke is in love. Lennox could breathe and he'd be impressed.

He began to walk home, practically humming in his joy. Tomorrow he was going to see Lennox again and talk to him, and then again the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that, and then again, and then the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that, and then like way more times and then they'd get married! This was fool-proof. 

He wondered what he was going to do once he graduated. This was an issue that had been nagging at him for a while, but no amount of staring at his corkboard at home and connecting strings to various tacks had brought him any closer to a solution. He hoped he and Lennox would have a solid friendship by then so that him dropping by would be justified and not just coincidence due to the path he walked home. He supposed he could, in theory, find out where Lennox went during the day. He knew he didn't stay in that little house the entire time Sasuke was at the academy, and he went out on the weekends too...

Sasuke shook his head, sniffling. This bridge, he decided, was one they could cross when they got to it.