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“I-” Naruto looked at Sasuke questioningly as he sat up, leaving Naruto’s chest feeling cold as it began to adjust back to room temperature. “Is that what it is? The same as before? I thought we were supposed to be working together, dattebayo. You know, to become equals? But you insist on having this sour attitude all the time! Of course nothing will change if you’re always being a pessimistic dick—”

He stopped talking and stared at Sasuke rubbing his eyes. What was he doing?! Sasuke was sick, and now was obviously not the right time to be picking fights with him. Of course Sasuke would be in a bad mood if he was actually ill. But still, that didn’t excuse all the other countless times Sasuke had acted cold and depressed in their two weeks of living together. He was always being like that, and it was getting on Naruto’s nerves! Naruto understood what it was like to be worthless and alone, and he used to be like that too. But he grew out of it in time, something that Sasuke was being too stubborn and immature to do. Naruto knew he could grow out of it; Sasuke was so much smarter and quicker than Naruto. But Sasuke was just being too prideful, and Naruto was sick of it.

Naruto stood up, fuming quietly. Even if he was angry, Sasuke was sick. This wasn’t a fair fight. “Sorry,” he said curtly, walking to the doorway without looking back at Sasuke. “Just rest, okay? You’re sick.” He went into the kitchen and sat on the floor in front of the balcony’s glass door. There was a bright glare from the room’s overhead light reflecting on the glass, but Naruto could just barely make out the moon. He leaned back on his hands and crossed his legs, staring blindly at it.

Sasuke watched Naruto leave the room, his brows furrowing as he felt a twinge of guilt begin to surface within him. He sighed and slid his hand over his face; he should have just kept his mouth shut and pretended to be asleep instead of voicing his thoughts. This cold was obviously preventing him from utilizing his brain-to-mouth filter. He hadn’t really believed anything he had said anyway - about everything being the same as before - he just hadn’t wanted to confront the reality of how different their relationship was now. It made him nervous even though he knew he shouldn’t be apprehensive when it came to Naruto, of all people.

Sasuke stood up and made his way toward the kitchen where Naruto had gone, there was no way he’d be able to sleep now knowing that the blond was upset. He had screwed up and he wanted to fix things as soon as possible; he stopped in the doorway, taking a moment to think about how, in the past, he would have stayed on the couch, too stubborn to try and talk things out, before walking up behind Naruto.

He reached out toward the other ninja’s head tentatively, leaning to the side slightly and pushing a few strands of Naruto’s hair back behind his ear. “I didn’t mean what I said before, about things being the same,” he said lowly, crouching down next to the blond so that he could look at his profile. He placed a hand on Naruto’s shoulder, using it to keep himself balanced as he pressed his lips against his cheek. “Is it even okay with you - us being this way? I’m sure there are things you’re missing by being here with me.”