"What the fuck, can you be more careful?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Do you want a fucking band-aid to make you feel better?" I huffed as I threw a dirty look at the woken up Uchiha.

He was lighter than I expected. Or, better yet explained, 'not as close to as heavy as Naruto was'. Has he been eating properly? Or does he just not gain weight at all?

Wondering about peoples diets are totally normal, right..?

But, just because he didn't gain the same weight as Naruto, didn't mean that carrying him up to my place with my purse and jacket was any easier. Along the way I hit his head from getting into the elevator. The impact was enough to bring him back to consciousness, and, actually, I wonder how that was even possible.

It was also enough for him to continuously send me glares and annoyed looks.

"This isn't how you treat a person you've run over and nearly killed, Sakura Haruno." He grunted. Earlier he had a look of utter disbelief and horror once his orbs landed on me. Almost like what he had seen was the monster in his nightmares. Completely rude, but I mean, could I really blame him? After clubbing pretty hard and having to look after Naruto, I'm pretty sure I looked nothing close to decent.

How irritating...

"Shut up. And I don't know who you are." It wasn't a lie. Not technically of course. Aside from not looking that much different, he did change. One, his voice changed a whole lot. It sounded like the ocean— not literally as deep— and slightly slurred. Either he's been drinking too much, or he's still affected by me "ramming my car into him".

Two, his shoulders got wider. It made him look more muscular and strong.

And three, he got even taller. He was already a giant during our school days, but seeing him now... I felt microscopic.

"My god, do you know what careful even means?" He clicked his tongue in annoyance and I had the sudden urge to gouge his ebony eyes out with a toothpick. It's better than secretly burying him alive.

"Who was the one that carelessly walked on the road and got run over? Oh right, you, the stupid idiot of a man. You should be thankful that I'm letting you stay and for helping you out with your minor injuries."

"You were the one that run over me." He complained, but I was having none of his bullshit.

"You were the one that walked to it in the first place."

"No it was your fault."

"Don't you dare accuse me. I'll hit you."

"I'm the injured one here."

"My house, my rules."

"Bullshit."

-

We bickered the whole night, or day I should say. It was only when it was 7 in the damned morning did we both call quits and, shortly after, passed out on my couch. I hadn't changed from my clothes— being too lazy and tired from Sasuke's stubbornness and annoying-ness— but I didn't care. The moment I wake up, I knew that the rest of the day would be spent like one of my slow, lazy days.

Except that wasn't the case because at 3pm Naruto called, stating that he was coming over to check up on me, and that he was already so close. He'd arrive in a minute or so.

Now, it wouldn't be a problem if Sasuke still wasn't sprawled on my couch.

"Get up shit-head."

"No."

Things were already going downhill the moment I hit Sasuke. But now? Now I'm already at the bottom of the hill and making my merry way into the depths of hell.

Ah shit... I'm screwed...

Unedited— May 6 2018