A/N: Just something short that I thought of. By the way, this oneshot is when Sasuke is very young, so I personally don't think he's very OOC. But you tell me. Review, review, review, review, review!!
"Sasuke, how was your day?" Mikoto asked, glancing at the young boy who had just come in the door.
"She has pink hair!" he exclaimed, covering his mouth once he realized what he said.
Mikoto looked at him, perplexed, but mostly amused.
"Who has pink hair?" she queried innocently, trying to keep him talking.
"Her," Sasuke answered quickly.
"And who's her?" Mikoto grinned.
"Sakura!" Sasuke rolled his eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Mikoto looked over at Fugaku, who was silently reading the newspaper. She was sure that he was listening.
"Oh, right, Sakura," she nodded. "And is Sakura your friend?"
"Well," Sasuke started. "I'm not sure yet. I hope we can be friends. But she has a best friend, Ino. And Ino is annoying. So I don't know if we can be friends."
"Honey you don't have to like all of her friends," Mikoto told him. "You can still be friends."
Sasuke thought about it for a moment, then shook his head.
"No we can't," he decided.
"Why not?" Mikoto raised her eyebrows.
"Because if we're friends we have to be together all the time and I don't want to put up with an annoying person too," Sasuke explained.
Mikoto saw the newspaper shake a little bit, but she couldn't tell if her husband was cursing or laughing.
"But you don't have to be together all the time, do you?" Mikoto frowned. "What about us Sasuke?"
Sasuke's face fell as he started thinking again.
"Well she can live with us," he suggested matter-of-factly.
"Okay sweetheart," Mikoto leaned down and hugged him tight. "But not just yet, okay?"
"But soon?" Sasuke said hopefully.
"As soon as you're ready," she promised.
The newspaper had been thrown aside now, and Fugaku's expression was a mix of exasperation and amusement.
"Well then why not now?" Sasuke pouted.
"Okay, I take that back," Mikoto sighed. "As soon as your father's ready."
Sasuke followed her gaze over to his father, who was desperately trying to pretend that he hadn't been eavesdropping.
"Dad, are you ready for Sakura to move in with us yet?" he asked innocently.
A blush spread across Fugaku's face like wildfire, and he couldn't take it. He ignored his youngest son's remark and stormed out of the room.
Mikoto turned back to Sasuke, keeping her smile hidden.
"I guess he's not ready yet," she shrugged.
"Yeah," Sasuke agreed. "Maybe tomorrow."