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sassygayteme:

Naruto over at Sasuke with a pout, “You’re so stupid, dattebayo~! You’re always saying mean things for no reason!” It was totally true. Sasuke was constantly insulting Naruto and getting upset over things without incentive. But, Naruto wasn’t setting a very good example by getting angry right back. A wave of calm rushed over him. If he was going to teach Sasuke to be less angry, he was going to have to show him by example. After all, Sasuke reacted to almost everything, so it was only natural to assume he would find effect in Naruto’s easy-going ways.

He scrunched his nose and pretended to nip at Sasuke’s. “You’ve gotta lighten up. I’m great with things now! The only thing I’m missing with you here is loneliness, and I don’t miss it at all!” He gave Sasuke a thumbs up, and then stood up. Suddenly, he grabbed Sasuke around the waist and heaved him sloppily onto his shoulder. Carrying the Uchiha like a potato sack, he grunted theatrically and stomped to the hallway. “But you’ll have to go to the doctor if you get any sicker, so let’s put you to bed!” He carried Sasuke painfully to the bedroom and plopped him on the bed. Reaching to pull up the disheveled covers (Naruto had taken the bed the night before), he leaned on the mattress and gasped for breath heavily. Sasuke was heavier than he had thought! Giggling through his exhaustion, he weakly tugged at the covers until they were up to his waist, getting them tangled in Sasuke’s legs.

“Th—there, dattebayo—” Naruto gasped airily. “All ready— for bed—”

Sasuke started when the blond lifted him onto his shoulder, squawking in protest as the man carried him into the bedroom. He grunted when he was tossed onto the bed and stared up at Naruto with a look of disbelief on his face. The moron was treating him like he was some sort of helpless child. “I—” he kicked his legs and wiggled around as his lower half became ensnared in the blanket that Naruto was attempting to place over him, “Stop trying to cover me up, I haven’t even gotten ready for bed yet!”

Freeing himself from the sheets, he jumped off of the bed before Naruto could try to force him to stay still, and moved swiftly across the room, intent on changing his clothes. He tripped over the air mattress, too busy glaring at the other man from over his shoulder, but regained his balance quickly, trying to play it off as if nothing had happened.

“Oh, knock it off,” he snapped once he made it to the dresser, having noticed that Naruto was still breathing harshly, “I’m not that heavy! I weigh less than you do.” He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor before ridding himself of his pants, searching through drawers until he found some clothes that looked comfortable enough to wear; they were too big for him, and hung loose on his frame, and it occurred to him that they must be Naruto’s. Choosing not to comment on the fact, he made his way back to the bed and began to straighten out the blankets that the other shinobi had made a mess of.