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Naruto keeps saying he doesn’t get it. He’ll sit there on a rock somewhere, halfway through a mission, chewing on dried rice crackers like they’re cardboard, and stare at Sasuke handing half his meal to a stranger without even blinking. No speech, no hesitation, just a quick nod if someone tries to thank him. The guy moves on like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just feed someone who probably hasn’t eaten in days.
Naruto’s watching him again. They’re on a supply-escort route, three days from the nearest town. They stop in the market to rest and grab food. Sasuke buys his portion. Then another. Then two more. He doesn’t even turn around to see if anyone needs them. He just walks out. Naruto thinks maybe they’re for the team. Except Sasuke keeps walking down the street. He stops near a building Naruto didn’t even notice before. A bunch of kids, thin and quiet, sit near the wall. Sasuke drops the food onto their laps, turns away before they can talk, and walks back.
Naruto tries to tease him later. Calls him secretly nice, dangerously sweet, soft like mochi, some bullshit like that. Sasuke just keeps eating. Doesn’t react. Doesn’t roll his eyes. Doesn’t even tell him to shut up. That somehow makes it worse.
Another time, they camp outside a village. Their rations are enough for them and the guards watching their travel route. Sasuke cooks in silence, adds too much broth for just them. Naruto thinks it’s a mistake. Sakura thinks it’s for more servings later. Sasuke doesn’t explain. When the food is ready, he vanishes, comes back without a word, and the pot is noticeably emptier. Naruto follows the trail the next time. Sasuke’s squatting behind a tree stump, handing bowls out to old travelers who don’t have tents or supplies. They thank him. He nods once and returns.
Naruto tries telling him he saw. Sasuke shrugs. Not embarrassed. Not proud. Just unfazed. Naruto bugs him, says he’s pretending he doesn’t care but he obviously does. Sasuke says, “They needed food. That’s it.” Naruto keeps staring at him like it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.
There’s a mission in a cold, small town where ramen doesn’t exist, the streets are muddy, and everyone keeps to themselves. Naruto hates it. Sasuke is completely normal there. Which is to say: weird. He helps the innkeeper carry wood. He stands outside the shop that sells fish, helps lift crates into the cellar, doesn’t take payment. Naruto swears he sees Sasuke slip coins under the shop’s counter when no one is looking. When Naruto tries to call him out, Sasuke just says, “You talk too much.”
Naruto starts noticing patterns. Sasuke always leaves early in the morning before they depart. Comes back with the smell of someone else’s cooking on him. Not his. Not theirs. Always someone else's pot, someone else’s kitchen. Sakura figures it out before Naruto does. She tells Naruto that Sasuke’s been helping a restaurant owner who’s short-staffed. Naruto doesn’t even try to pretend he’s surprised anymore.
Then there’s the mission where they have an extra horse carrying boxes of unused weapons. The village they’re helping can’t afford replacements. They finish the job. The Hokage meant for them to bring the weapons back. Sasuke hands them over anyway. Signs a note saying they were damaged beyond retrieval. Naruto asks if he’s going to get in trouble. Sasuke says it doesn’t matter. Naruto laughs too loudly about it. Sasuke tells him to shut up. Naruto doesn’t.
There’s a night when they’re eating cold dumplings on the road. Naruto’s annoyed because Sasuke gave away half their pickled vegetables to a random kid at the last town. Sasuke acts like nothing unusual happened. Naruto keeps grumbling, pretending it’s about ration balance or mission planning. Sakura just stares at her food like she’s wondering how long it’ll take for Naruto to accept what’s obvious.
Later, on a quiet mission without Sakura, Naruto brings two bowls of food to a homeless man first. Sasuke watches. Doesn’t comment. Naruto waits. Sasuke gets up, walks to the other side of the street, gives his bread to another stranger. Naruto doesn’t tease him this time.
Naruto realizes there’s no attitude behind it. Sasuke isn’t trying to make up for anything. Isn’t trying to be admired. Isn’t trying to be forgiven or redeemed or understood. People keep thinking he’s cold. Naruto keeps thinking he’s pretending. Turns out, Sasuke’s just not interested in being noticed. Not for anything. He helps people like he breathes. Automatic. Unremarkable. The same way he cuts vegetables, patches a sleeping bag, sharpens a kunai, carries Naruto’s extra equipment when he’s too distracted to notice.
One night Naruto asks him directly, “Why do you do that stuff? You don’t even act like it matters.”
Sasuke’s answer is short. “If it matters, why pretend it’s special?”
Naruto keeps thinking about that. For days. For weeks. He watches Sasuke hand someone a meal again. Watches him give up his blanket to a shivering traveler and take the colder one from the inn.
Naruto starts following him less. Commenting less. Eventually stops trying to explain him to others. When people complain that Sasuke’s distant, cold, unreadable, Naruto just shrugs.
“Yeah,” he says, shrugging like he doesn’t know anything, “he’s like that.”
But he’s grinning. Like he knows exactly who Sasuke is.
Like it’s the easiest thing in the world to understand.