( in which sasori and deidara are both dating you :) unfortunately i did have to age down sasori for this to work..im sorry to all my dilf sasori believers )

The dorm room is unusually quiet, save for the faint scratching of a pencil against paper.

Sasori sits near the window, completely focused on some intricate project spread out in front of him — bits of wood, sketches, and tools neatly arranged. You’re perched beside him, watching curiously as he works.

Behind you, there’s a very obvious presence.

“…Tch.”

Deidara is sprawled dramatically across the floor, arms wrapped around your waist from behind as he presses his cheek against your shoulder, clearly sulking.

“You’ve been with him for, like, an hour now,” he mutters, tightening his hold just a little. “Unfair, hm. I miss you.”

Sasori doesn’t even look up. “They offered to help,” he says calmly. “I didn’t force them.”

Deidara clicks his tongue. “Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that.”

Both of them glance at you — Deidara with exaggerated puppy eyes, Sasori with quiet, unreadable amusement.