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they’re not dating.
fuu almost has to fight for her life every time shisui comes around: because her friends like to dissect every little moment exchanged between them!
and in this particular situation? it was hinata who noticed.
the hyuga doesn’t say anything, though. she appraises them quietly, without even meaning to stare.
it just...kind of...happened.
shisui had sauntered into the room - he never walked anywhere - greeted everyone present. naruto and him shared a high five, which then turned into one of their secret handshakes. he threw a wink at sakura, and a smile at hinata. both were taken women, but even as respectful acts, no one was immune to shisui's charm.
especially this one.
fuu had been lounging on the couch. poor posture. letting her legs dangle while she waited. fingers laced just under her bosom. her right foot had begun to bounce.
shisui grins at her. “why the long face, bantam?” turning, his body weight naturally pulling him down into the cushion next to her.
and his arm? found its way comfortably around her. casually. no thoughts behind it. just a simple act between friends. between a man who didn't mind physical touch with the right people, and a woman whose love language was…exactly that.
fuu? leans into it. her hand cups him at the wrist. she makes a face at him, playful and pouty. they sink together like they were up to something sneaky. “sakura won’t hurry up.”
“we’re waiting on kakashi.” the pinkette enunciates for what she feels like the umpteenth time tonight. let kakashi go for you, they said. you'll be fine, they said. fucking relax maybe, they said??
“aw, c’mon, doll.” shisui tuts. “you’re letting the pizza get cold.”
sakura barely blinks. “so you’re fine with eating pizza dry?”
“I am! screw kaka-sensei!” naruto raises his hand. that same hand reaches for the first pizza box, eager and greedy.
“naruto?” sakura smiles sweetly at him. danger flashes in her eyes. “do you wanna lose your other hand?”
naruto sobers, turning a complete one-eighty, and just like that they were kids again. mood dampened, deadpanning, “low blow, sakura-chan…”
sakura inhales slowly, smoothing down her hair. “I should’ve gone with him…”
“he’ll be back, sakura-chan,” hinata aims to soothe her friend, while rubbing naruto’s bandaged arm. “it’s a quick trip, right?”
“yeah.” behind her hands. “when I go with him.” mumbling, “I should have never left that man unsupervised —”
and that’s when hinata and fuu’s eyes met.
fuu’s eyes widened like she had been caught doing something worse.
maybe it only felt that way because she knew hinata would never say anything about what she saw…
but she still knew.
fuu was trapped.
(but maybe that wasn’t a bad thing.)
(as a matter of fact…trapped may not be the word we should use here. trapped insinuates she was in some sort of peril. which was the furthest from the truth, actually.)
shisui was warm. freshly showered probably. he climbed through the window like he had been there the whole time. he smiled at her like she was the only one in the room.
at least, that's how it felt.
shisui never minded her touchy-feely nature. after getting to know each other through mutual connections, short battles, and occasionally on travels, they got on fast. he accepted her hugs and hand holds, and random kisses without much complaint. he knew how to piss her off and make her blush in the same sentence. he knew which buttons to push.
he knew when to protect her.
they were just friends though.
sakura wanted a small gathering for her and kakashi’s housewarming party. nothing major. just their friends, good food, and good vibes. fuu hadn’t been in konoha long.
but when sakura cheekily brought up the possibility of shisui joining them, fuu couldn’t exactly say no...
and why would she? she loved her friends. she tried visiting konoha any time she could. at least attempt making a birthday or two. maybe five if she was feeling ambitious that year.
“is ino still asleep?”
“I’ll wake her.”
fuu had almost forgotten sasuke standing there, quiet and in the corner, with his head bowed and his arms crossed in deep thought. he stood there so long unmoving he could have passed for anbu. it was kinda eerie.
“sasuke, let her rest…” sakura sighs. ino made moving a thousand times easier, even taking the little time she did have outside of their work schedules to help sakura go through renovation ideas and dressing up what used to be a lonely, empty home.
sasuke cuts her off. to the point, but not exactly cruel. “kakashi’s outside.”
and sakura gapes, “what?!”
the man of the hour enters as sasuke slips into the nearest guest bedroom, the former appearing sheepish, and unhurried. he offers a salute.
“yo.”
“what took you so long?”
“uhhh —” kakashi's back hits the door, retreating from his wife's sudden advance. out of habit, out of habit. “now, sakura-chan…I-I can explain —!”
fuu cuts her gaze away from hinata's. hinata smiles softly to herself. and that was it.
the problem?
it leads her to stare right into shisui's.
shisui remains unbothered, even lifting his eyebrows at her. she blinks back, doelike. dumb smile.
she pats the back of his hand with her free one.
“this is close.”
stating the obvious.
shisui?
“we've been pretty close.”
addressing the obvious.
while sakura helps kakashi unload the wine, the sake, the standard beers for the not-choosy,
while a well-rested ino, summoned by the sake, bounces happily into the kitchen, with sasuke, naruto, and hinata trailing behind…
shisui leans closer.
fuu looks away, holding up a palm first in defense. a weak defense.
shisui chuckles, knocking his nose against her hand.
her eyes flit up to the ceiling. her cheeks grow incredibly flushed. she pretends to not like this. as a matter of fact, she knows he was only doing this because he could.
because the others were still preoccupied.
because sometime later, he'll find her again.
“I missed you, bantam.”
“yeah, yeah.”
she missed him, too.
“wanna eat with me?”
“I was gonna!”
she shoves at him again. "now get off me. weirdo. you're askin' for it, you know?"
"what am I asking for, exactly?"
he gives her space this time, holding his hands up as he gets up from the couch.
he knew he had won.
because she could never be mad at him.
“rooftop?” the grin is knowing.
she nods once, with the cutest little grunt. “rooftop.”