Note: Okay, so Naruto and Sakura are basically my brotp. I love their dynamic as friends and think they need some more friendship!fics, so I'm gonna write seven of them. Feel free to read these romantically if that's your thing, but I personally ship Naruto with anyone but Sakura (or Sasuke) and then Sakura with anyone but Naruto. So interpret as you will! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

"So where exactly should I hand over my Man Card?"

Sakura rolled her eyes in lieu of elbowing Naruto in the gut like her arm was twitching to do. She released a relaxed sigh as the woman working on her feet dipped one foot back into the hot water to work on the other. Everything was good. No amount of nagging from Naruto would annoy her because Sakura was having a mani-pedi and everything was good.

"Sakura-chan, you have to make sure they don't put any colour on me, okay? Okay?"

Clenching her teeth, Sakura opened her eyes to slant a dirty look Naruto's way. "Stop. Talking."

He pouted at her. "But Sakura-chan!"

Sakura couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips at the sight of him. The blond sat sprawled out on the massaging chair with his sleeves and pant legs rolled up. There were women all around him. Two were working on each of his hands and one was by his feet picking away at his cuticles. He would have looked rather comfortable in his fluffy white robe had it not been for the clear distress written all over her face. Sakura chuckled and Naruto couldn't help but pout.

"Relax, Naruto," Sakura said with a smile. She leaned back into her own seat, groaning happily as the balls in the chair rolled along her back. "Just enjoy the pampering. Don't you feel like a princess?"

"Right. A princess." He snorted. "That doesn't make me feel any better."

"You mean it doesn't make you feel any manlier?" she teased, winking at him.

Naruto only pouted. "This is weird, Sakura-chan."

Sakura didn't seem to care. In fact, the only thing that seemed to matter to her was the foot scrub going taking place. "Like a I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-my-hands weird?"

"Like an I-like-this-but-should-I-like-this weird!"

Sakura laughed. "Well, then that's fine!"

"It's not fine!" Naruto yelled, startling the woman at his feet and causing her to drop his foot. When she gave him a dirty look before resuming the pedicure, Naruto at least had the grace to look somewhat embarrassed. "Sakura-chan…"

"Ugh. What, Naruto?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I just felt myself grow some ovaries."

Having had enough, Sakura reached over to grab Naruto by the front of his robe. Holding him with her unpainted hand, she held the other spread wide open, promising a smack in the head. "Stop being a little baby or I will slap you silly!" She let him go and settled back into her chair so the woman could work on painting her other hand a lovely shade of jade. She didn't understand Naruto's whining, anyway.

He was the one who insisted he join her. When she declined his invite to go train because she wanted to get a mani-pedi, his eyes widened and he looked thoughtful for a good minute before tugging at her hand like a child and declaring that he would be joining her.

"Naruto," Sakura called out. Her eyes were closed and she was leaning into the massaging chair. "Why the heck would you come for a mani-pedi if you knew you'd be complaining so much?" When he failed to reply or make any sort of noise, Sakura opened an eye to glance at him. She frowned worriedly at the flush on his face. "Naruto?"

"…I, um, thought a 'mani-pedi' was some sort of food."

Sakura only resisted facepalming in fear of ruining her manicure.