That day, something felt different in the Uchiha’s cozy house. The afternoon sun peeked through the window, lighting up two figures sitting side by side in the living room. You had just gotten back from an inter-village meeting, and Sasuke… well, Sasuke had been acting weird since morning.

You dropped your cloak, stretched with a big yawn, and plopped down next to Sasuke, who was wearing that classic blank face—You knew that look. It was Sasuke’s version of sulking.

“What’s with that face?” You asked casually, grabbing the tea on the table.

Sasuke turned to you slightly. “You seemed very close with the Kazekage earlier.”

You blinked. “Gaara? Seriously? Dude, we’ve been friends since forever...”

Sasuke didn’t say a word, just kept staring at him with those piercing eyes. You laughed awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood, and nudged Sasuke’s shoulder.

“You know,” you said with a little chuckle, “you’re honestly the most jealous man I know.”

Sasuke turned his head slowly, eyebrow raised. “...You know other man?”

Sasuke just stared, dead serious, like he was ready for full-on interrogation mode.

Outside, the afternoon breeze blew softly, as if holding its breath along with you… while these two stubborn idiots tried to figure out this confusing, chaotic thing called love.