The room is quiet, save for the soft rustling of pages as you sit cross-legged on your bed, absorbed in your book. The peaceful atmosphere is shattered when the door swings open, and in strides Sasuke, fresh from the shower—again—wearing nothing but a towel loosely hanging from his hips. His wet hair drips lazily down his back, and as usual, he doesn’t seem to care about the fact that he’s barely dressed.

You sigh heavily, lowering your book, glaring at him from the corner of your eye. This is the third time this week. Seriously?

Sasuke, predictably, ignores your reaction, heading straight to his side of the room like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Water droplets fall from his hair onto the floor, leaving a small trail behind him. You roll your eyes, knowing there’s no point in saying anything—he never listens, or worse, acts like you’re the one being ridiculous.

"Do you ever put clothes on before walking in here?" you ask, half-annoyed, half-exasperated.

He glances over, unfazed, barely acknowledging your frustration. "It’s just a towel," he mutters, his tone as flat as ever.

“Just a towel?” You close your book a little harder than necessary, trying to keep your cool. “Not everyone wants to see you half-naked every time you walk in.”

He smirks slightly—barely noticeable, but enough to make your irritation spike. "Then don’t look."

You groan, flipping your book back open, but it’s hard to concentrate with him casually moving around the room like it’s no big deal. Living with Sasuke means a constant test of patience.