Note: This is my last year of university and I'm actually quite sad, so this is mostly for my lawlz. But I promise I will have a plot. I dedicate this to Epiff Annie (the real one… or Annie Sparklecakes, if you will), allurement, and aNdreaa, all of whom are essentially done with fanfic at this point but who I'm almost certain are also graduating this year. WE DID IT. Enjoy!
Warning(s): AU, going by my own university's calendar
Pairings: SasuSaku, NaruIno
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

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SEPTEMBER
i need a place to live

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"Can I live with you?"

Sakura needed a home.

She was luckier than most people with her parents living just an hour and a half's commute away from Konoha University, but she would rather pay rent every month than go through the two trains and two buses and twenty minute walk she spent her entire freshman year dealing with. She spent her second and third years living with Tenten, but that recently-graduated, totally lame, Judas loser decided to take the Next Step in her Relationship and Move In with her boyfriend, hence Sakura's problem.

Sakura was homeless. Sort of.

Karin only raised an eyebrow at her before eyeing her one-bedroom apartment. There was a solarium, yes, but those doors were see-through and offered no privacy. "Seriously?"

But Sakura would not be moved. She nodded eagerly. "Honestly, I'd be down for a closet. Please? Lend me that room?"

"Fine."

And so that was that.

Except it wasn't.

It worked well enough, Sakura supposed. At the beginning, that is, when Sakura was still enjoying the remaining bits of frosh week and the constant keggers going on. On the first week of class—when all that happened was syllabi-reading and maybe an introductory lab or two that Sakura didn't need—there were Mojito Mondays and Because I Freaking Feel Like it Tuesdays to go along with the traditional Thirsty Thursdays. For the first week of class, Sakura mostly came home to her glass room at Karin's home in a lovely state of drunk or delirious.

But then she started coming home sober.

Second week struck and so did its readings upon readings upon readings. Sakura scrambled from the KU Bookstore to the shop for cheaper used books a few blocks away from the university where all the hipsters lived. She would then go to the printing press on the other side of the city for that course pack, and then to another printing press on the other side of the city for another course pack. Then she would settle down in the library with a chai tea latte and lemon poppy seed muffin and shut off her phone and get her readings done.

(Not that anyone was texting her, of course. Ino was basically ignoring the world and Naruto still felt like it was move-in time and Sakura knew for a fact he had a keg at his house and Sasuke and her basically didn't talk unless they were forced to.)

In her second week of September, Sakura would come home extremely late, with aching shoulders and arms full of books.

In her second week of September, all Sakura would want to come home to was a cozy bed and ugly bunny slippers and Netflix. Instead, she came home to Karin's bra on the sneakers Sakura left by the door and the beautifully permanent sight of Karin and Shikamaru doing the deed on the couch.

Sakura just sighed. "Guys, like, I eat my breakfast on that couch!"

They barely noticed her before Karin let out a squeak and they casually moved their canoodling over to her bedroom.

"Seriously?!" Sakura yelled, dropping her book bag and mourning the sight of the beloved Lazy Boy, forever tainted by Shikamaru's naked ass, cute as it may have been.

Sakura plopped down on the carpet, sitting right in front of the recliner.

This wasn't going to work.

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"Can I live with you?"

Sakura twitched when she got no response. Ino had been like this all summer. She was in I'm-taking-my-LSAT-therefore-nothing-exists-but-these-LSAT-notes mode and essentially drowning everyone and everything. There was no time for double fisting the red sangria and the white sangria at Red Room after a long day of class, nor was there time to listen to Sakura propose potential research paper topics. Ino had quit her job and her social life in favour of studying, studying, studying.

"Ino?"

Ino had a pretty swanky place, actually – for a studio apartment, that is. But it was surprisingly large for a kitchen-living-room-bedroom hybrid monster. It even had a balcony!

"Yo! Blondie!"

Finally, Ino looked up. "What was that, Sakura?"

Sakura pouted.

They were at the coffee shop near the Bio labs on the west end of campus. Ino had only agreed to Sakura's invitation when Sakura offered to buy her sleepless friend some coffee. Apparently the implied "you'll have to listen to me when I speak" part of that deal went unnoticed, however. Great.

"Can I live with you?" Sakura repeated.

Ino didn't miss a beat. "No."

"What?" Sakura couldn't help it. Her jaw literally dropped. She was ready to prepare some grand speech about friendship and bonds and love and all that jazz that Naruto would have been super proud of, but Ino waved her hand – granted, she looked more like she was trying to swat away some irritating bug.

"Sakura," she said flatly, "consider the size of my apartment."

"It's fun-sized," Sakura reasoned. "Super fun-sized."

"No."

"But I'm homeless!"

"You live like an hour away—"

"AND A HALF."

"—you'll manage."

"But I'm homeless!" Sakura repeated pathetically, hoping that if she pouted Ino might have been moved.

But that was not the case. Ino's eyes were already back on her binder of notes for her LSAT studying. "Nope."

"You're a heartless, wretched beast," Sakura said. She gathered her things and made sure to grab the caramel macchiato she spent a grand four dollars on for some traitor. She stuck her tongue out when Ino let out an indignant cry for having her coffee stolen. "Sorry, I don't buy drinks for jerks!"

"Just commute, you lazy baby!"

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU."

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"Can I live with you?"

Naruto didn't look even remotely surprised to see Sakura on his front porch with a bright pink gym bag full of her clothes and a backpack that looked ready to burst at the seams. And he didn't even want to think about how heavy that other bag pulling at her left arm was, considering all the textbooks sticking out of it.

Like the good friend he was, Naruto grabbed the bag of books and the bag of clothes.

"Come on," he said, moving to the side so she could enter the house.

"You're the best, Naruto!"

"Yeah, yeah…"

Sakura had been to Naruto's place many times. It was a house in the so-called "student ghetto" just off of campus with an open-concept main floor and a fair number of bedrooms. If Sakura remembered correctly, Naruto had the big room in the basement, Suigetsu called dibs on the attic, and Sasuke and Shikamaru had rooms on the second-level. But now that Neji had moved in with Tenten—

"Am I getting Neji's old room?" Sakura asked.

Naruto nodded, guiding her up the stairs even though she already knew where to go. "Yeah, I figured you'd be here eventually."

"What?" Sakura felt tears spring in her eyes. She couldn't help it. She was tired and stressed and her shoulders were killing her. "You saved a room for me?" She was in awe of how sweet he was.

But Naruto just shrugged and looked away. Sakura saw the way his cheeks reddened though. "It's not a big deal. We just didn't bother looking for another guy. I had a feeling things wouldn't work out at Karin's when Shikamaru basically stopped coming home all of first week…"

Sakura still tackled him into a hug, forcing him to drop her bags. She pulled away and smiled. "You are literally the best, did you know that?"

He grinned back. "Obviously." But a thought came to mind and his smile waned. "Um… there's just one thing…"

"Yeah?" Sakura was too busy marvelling at the fact that her new room came with walls (and a bed and drawers and a closet and even a calendar) to notice his frown. "Don't worry about rent. I got my job at the registrar's office again so I'm good."

"It's not that."

Sakura finally looked at him. "What is it?" She suddenly looked equally as frantic. "Oh."

"Are you okay with living with your ex?"

"Obvously."

"Really?"

"No."

"I figured."

"Meh." Sakura shrugged. She took her bag from Naruto and opened it up to beginning the process of moving in all over again. "I'm kind of homeless, so I'll make due. And you know how I am during school. I basically just live at campus during the year."

Naruto laughed and ruffled her hair. "Don't worry," he told her, "we just have one more year of this crap, right?"

Sakura glanced at the calendar and nodded.

"Just one more year."

tbc