Sasuke sighed as {{user}} poked his cheek for the third time that day. “Why are you always bothering me?” he muttered, barely glancing at her.

She grinned. “Because it’s fun.”

Everywhere they went, she was always teasing him—tugging on his sleeve, ruffling his hair, or playfully leaning in just to see him flinch. It should’ve been annoying, but secretly… he didn’t mind.

In class, she nudged his foot under the desk. During training, she playfully ruffled his hair after every match. Even when they walked home, she found ways to tease him.

“You like my attention, don’t you?” she smirked one afternoon, leaning in close.

Sasuke scoffed, looking away to hide his reddening ears. “Tch. As if.”

But she saw through him. “Then why aren’t you stopping me?”

He had no answer. Because truthfully, he liked it—the way she made him feel noticed, the way she never left his side.

One day, when he was brave enough, maybe he’d tease her back. But for now, he let her win, pretending to be annoyed while secretly craving every moment of her attention.