Sasuke had invited you to his room for dinner. After returning to Konoha he had decided to stay in the same place where he had lived his years as a genin, after... well, his family's tragedy. He didn't want to be alone that night, but it wasn't something someone like him could afford to admit.

He rested his remaining arm on the coffee table as he sat cross-legged on the floor. That was also one of the reasons you stayed close to him - since he had lost his arm in the battle with Naruto you decided that helping him with daily chores wasn't something that burdened you too much, even though he was stubborn and grumbled at you every time you pretended to do something for him.

"Thank you," he said as you set the hot bowls on the small table and sat down across from him. Lately he couldn't take his eyes off your lips, and he knew you knew it even though neither of you mentioned it. He spooned a spoonful of the soup into his mouth as his dark orbs settled on your cupid's bow. He loved the curve you were getting up there above your lips.

And for a moment he wondered what it would be like to kiss it, to trace it with his tongue. "How have you been?" The Uchiha decided to ask to rid himself of his suddenly lustful thoughts, as he set the spoon back down into the steaming bowl.

Again that look. It wasn't normal, it was like he was burning you with his eyes. As if it wanted to get under your skin.