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As Sakura redressed herself, Sasori went into the kitchen to make them some coffee. Sakura, he had found out, was a very interesting person.
She had graduated from med school two years ago and was already making her way towards a successful doctor career. Her favorite color was red and her best friend, that Deidara had ditched Sasori for, was called Ino. Also, what kind of Red Cross organization promoted the use of guns like these?
Senju Hospital, apparently.
Sasori was setting down the two mugs when Sakura threw something at him. A stuffed panda toy. He didn't remember owning something like that. "Where did you get this?"
"The panda? We bumped into some kids that ruined my dress with their sticky juice. So I stole the plush toy they won at an arcade," she said, completely serious. The redhead blinked.
Oh how Sasori wished he had been sober that moment. Or could remember it, at least. He put down sugar and milk and sat on the opposite to Sakura, watching her. Two teaspoons of sugar, he noted. Just in case she’d decide to drop by after a night shift in the future. "Tell me about yourself," Sakura broke the silence.
"What would you like to know, my trauma or my favorite color? Be specific."
Sakura laughed and Sasori wanted her to do it again. Usually energetic people irritated him, but the pinkette proved him to be different once again. They talked for what seemed hours, liking the other more with each minutes. Then somebody knocked.
Sasori closed the door as soon as he opened it, but a foot in the doorway stopped him. He could handle one idiot, but two of them?
"Sasori, open the fucking door!" hollered Hidan. When Sasori didn't answer, Deidara tried. "Look, I'm sorry I left you drunk and alone! I'll even pay for the laser to remove that regrettable tattoo, yeah—ouch!"
He got ellbowed.
Sasori rolled his eyes and glanced over to Sakura. "Let them in," she mouthed. The redhead sighed and stepped aside, letting the three males tumble on the floor. Zetsu just stepped over them.
"Here," Zetsu mumbled as he dropped a fruit smoothie into Sasori's hands. Sasori nodded in gratitude at the only normal guy. "Now that you've made sure I'm okay, leave."
Zetsu already made his way out, but fell when Deidara stood up and started checking Sasori's body parts for any "art is eternal" tattoos. Sasori nearly popped a vein when he heard Deidara mumbling his thanks to god.
Hidan whistled. "Who's that pink chick over there?"
Deidara's eyes widened like saucers and even Zetsu leaned over to see better. "Holy shit," the blond laughed. "Now I’m 12.848,4¥ poorer, yeah.”
The pinkette narrowed her eyes at him. "You made a bet with Ino?"
"Yeah," The arsonist shrugged. "She said you two would hook up, I said no way."
Sakura chuckled. "You're not poorer, you're richer. 'No way' was the right thing to bet on."
Deidara threw his arms up. "Next after-concert night's on me!" He yelled to which Hidan hollered, before Zetsu dragged them out. Sasori closed the door and sat back onto his chair.
"No way? You literally undressed yourself in front of me this morning,” he teased.
Sakura leaned over the table, a seemingly innocent smile on her face. "I know and I'd do it again," she reached out and let her fingers trail up from his chest to his neck, which made Sasori swallow thickly. He kept eye contact despite the churning in his abdomen.
"I just said what happened; we didn't do anything last night. There was no talk of today," she mused, looking him up and down.
The redhead pulled at his collar as the woman leaned back into her chair. She seemed to like irking him. And he somehow seemed to like that.
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"Sasori, why do you have a nude painting of doctor Haruno hanging in your atelier?"
"I told you to stop snooping around my apartment, hag."