"Hide under the bed, shit head." I ordered. "We're wasting time right now."

The overly tall man snarled upon my command, crossing his arms in front of his chest as a deep and heavy reply instead a verbal response of "no". If anything, he had grown much more stubborn since high school; probably just as stubborn as me.

"I'm not going to hide under your dirty bed, and most of all press myself close to your possibly lingerie covered floor."

"Lingerie... excuse me but unlike some doofus like you, I actually keep myself and my properties and things clean." I shot back, emphasizing on the doofus and clean in my words, as I pointed a judging finger at his dirtied dress shirt.

Aside from a few buttons coming undone and one that had been totally unattached and had been lost in the depths of the world (and not to mention several dirt and odd blood stains) it was actually still quite decent looking. It was more surprising how in tact his clothes were on his well built body.

"Sure," he rolled his dark eyes dramatically, tilting his head upwards towards the ceiling to refrain himself from looking down; acting as though some annoying headache was below him– that headache most probably being me as it's physical representation.

"I'm not going to hide. Just say to whoever's coming that we had some hook up or something and that I'll be taking my leave sooner or later."

"Hell no," I growled as I hit him. He winced and hissed but still didn't dare look at me. I hit him again yet he still chose not to say anything aside from uncontainable grunts and noises of the affects of my punches.

I see how it is... fine, I'll make you notice me; I'll make you give in to my decisions. Because if you don't get your ass to hide anywhere in this damned apartment, I'll push you off the damned window..

"Five seconds. If you don't go in my room in five seconds, I'm carrying you to the window and pushing you off of it." I threatened. I could already hear the footsteps and the loud self-mumbling of Naruto from just down the stairways. We were both running on limited time.

"I'm immortal. I can't die, even if you push—" he abruptly stopped. The sudden change of his expression was bewildering since his unfazed and infuriated face was gone and replaced by one of realization and repentance.

"...where's your room."

"Not so stubborn I see." I coughed. The knob giggles and I squeaked out of shock. The Uchiha raised a delicate eyebrow.

"Don't make a noise."

I pushed him into my bedroom and saw a brief surprised look flash through his eyes upon realizing that there was, in fact, no lingerie scattered across anywhere in my room.

"You dirty little fuck." I commented disgustingly, my face flushing despite my constant deny of wanting to. The traitorous flushing made me push him into the open doors of my closet and shut him in. A low muffled whine escaped from inside, but I chose to ignore it. He can suffer in there with the minimal air and darkness. At least it's still comfy with all my clothes.

Running out, I finally opened the almost broken front door of my home. I was greeted by the sight of a worried blond and a fist near my face.

"Why so hostile in the morning?" I asked as I backed away. He peered inside, as though it was holy grounds that he was about to step into.

"It's afternoon," he coughed before tilting his head. A deep silence was shared between us. I didn't notice what he was doing until he mentioned: "what's that noise?"

The longer the silence went on, the more noticeable Sasuke's fumbling and protests were from deep inside my room.

"Noise? What noise? You're probably hearing things."

"No– do you hear that?"

He stepped inside and began his inspection. I followed, trailing right behind him. Gazing up, Naruto's blond hair spiked in it's natural directions– which was pretty much everywhere. There were no clear signs of him ever being wasted the night before. Unlike me, who still hasn't changed.

"It's..from your room?" He whispered. He was treating it like some 90s horror film, and his hushed tone was enough to almost make me roll my eyes. Almost.

He opened the door leading to my personal space and the atmosphere went silent. Even Sasuke's mumbling was put to a minimal muteness.

"I think it was from your closet."

Reaching out and placing a hand on the handle, Naruto inspected every detail of my closet. And it was also then at that moment did I realized how much more efficient and calmer this situation would've been if I had just threw the Uchiha down my window.

If only.

(A/N): eyyyyy guess who's back and going to be fully invested in writing againnnnnn ! That's right, me!! My hiatus is over I guess, so expect more chapters to come out soon ?

Anyways hope you guys enjoyed this one ~

Unedited— Jul. 4 2018