Sakura pounded on Naruto’s bedroom door with a laundry basket propped against one hip while Sasuke leaned against a wall and watched. The blonde was obviously mortified by the idea of Sakura handling his dirty clothes and had barricaded himself in his room, shouting excuses through the door.

“I don’t need it!”

“Naru—”

“It’s fine!”

She sighed and turned to her other housemate, who was busy rubbing at a knot in his back.

“Laundry?”

Sasuke looked up at her. “I’ll do it myself,” he said, grunting a little as he dug strong fingers deeper into the muscle. Sakura reached over to help him work out the kink, but Sasuke caught her hand before she could reach around him.

Sakura glared. “How,” she snapped, “am I supposed to pull my weight around here if you won’t let me?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, straightening up and rolling his shoulders a little. In Sasuke speak, that could mean anything from “stop bothering me” to “thank you.” Sasuke’s face wasn’t telling, so Sakura retreated with a huff and picked up her basket.

“Do you want clean underwear or not?” she asked.

“I don’t wear underwear.”

She could have sworn he twitched his backside at her as he walked away.

a/n: wow look i updated

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