Incarnate || Sasuke x Reader

04 ♡ Shared history

"Probably. But the idiot was always stubborn when it came to things like that." Sasuke searched something on his phone before tossing it your way. You caught the device with ease.

You raised an eyebrow as you stared at the screen. A simple image of the "Spirited Away" movie cover. "Okay? Spirited Away - brilliant movie. Watched it a million times. Naruto has a pillow of no-face on his bed."

"Does he now?"

You nodded your head and watched as Sasuke laughed.

"Yep! I can't even say I gave it to him. He just randomly came home with it one day!"

"Well (Y/n), I hate to break it to you." Sasuke savoured the way your eyes widened as you slapped a hand over your mouth.

"There's no way! No! Not Naruto!"

"Sorry (Y/n) - but he wouldn't even touch that movie. It took Shikamaru holding him down long enough for me to sit on him in order to get him to watch it. The dumbass then made us watch it again and again! All 'cause he had some sort of beef with Studio Ghibli!"

You slid down the wall in an exaggerated manner. "No way! What the hell was his grudge with them?"

Sasuke shrugged, catching his phone you tossed back at him. "Beats me. No one ever found out."

"Well shit! That's awful!" From your place seated on the floor, you ran your finger on the hardwood. "Crap! This is dusty. I've really got to clean this before everyone starts coming over."

He really didn't want to ask, but he had to know. "Have lots of people been coming over?"

"Yeah." With a tired sigh, you leaned your head against the light creme wall behind you. "Some of them have been good. Bringing over food for everyone. Makes it easier. Then you've got the others. So demanding! You wouldn't believe how many people have come here and asked me to start cooking for everyone!"

"Seriously?"

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah. Some people can be insensitive. But I guess they figured this meant nothing." You fought a few sniffles and rubbed your eyes with your hoodie sleeve. "And I get it in a way. It's tough for all of us. And Naru and I are young. Were young. So to so many people, this is just something you get over."

Grasping his crutches, Sasuke pushed himself up.

Your eyes widened. "Hey! What are you doing! Sit down!"

Ignoring you, the Uchiha made his way over to you and leaned his back against the wall. Less carefully than he would have liked, he slid down (with plenty of groans) and plopped on the ground. He swatted away your worried hands. "Relax! I'm injured, not incapable. Don't get grey hairs from this."

With a small smile on your face, you dropped your arms to your side. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you.

"No matter what, (Y/n)," Sasuke nudged his shoulder against yours, "you were his girlfriend. Don't diminish whatever you're feeling because it's valid."

Eyes glassy, you leaned your head against the boy's arm. "Thanks duckbutt."

His lips turned up. "Great - another thing you picked up from him." He shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable despite the ache in his injured leg. "You know, you're stronger than you think, (Y/n)."

You glanced up. "Me? Strong? You're a funny one."

He nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Oh hush. I mean it. You've been handling all of this . . . everything that's happened. It's not easy. Then to top it off, you're still helping me out."