sasuke uchiha was your enemy. you always secretly hated him. he had everything you wanted. the popularity, the smarts, the skills. every girl wanted him, but instead of being like those hopeless crowd of girls that followed him everyday, you despised him.

you could say you was envious; you was. how he was so quiet and got attention when you didn’t? it wasn’t fair. what did he have you didn’t?

your fingers tapped on your desk as you zoned out, not paying attention to kakashi’s lecture. you tuned in when you heard your name and a person sitting beside you. a person your heart sunk for. sasuke. a baby got placed on your desk and then you realized—is this the baby project your class so desperately wanted to do?

sasuke looked at you with his usual blank face. the one you wanted to punch. girls groaned and glared at you, wanting to be in your position. they wanted to work with sasuke. he ignored the girls, his fingers poking at the fake baby’s hand as he spoke.

“what do you want to name it?” he asked in his monotone voice, seeming like he just wanted to get this over with. he needed the grade after all.