A Tiny Smirk is Devastating

Chapter 10: Plotting and Planning

"That's why you and Sasuke-kun would make a perfect couple! You'd be able to support his company so well," Kin added tactlessly.

Ino flushed bright red and elbowed her roommate, "I'm not making decisions about my future career based on the guy I like!"

"Right, right," Kin quickly corrected herself. "But you guys are such a good match!"

What is with this girl? Kiba wondered. Oh well, not my problem. There goes my master plan though. Done with his task, Kiba clicked the laptop shut and got up to leave before he said something rude. Seeing this, Chouji got up as well.

"You guys are already going?" Ino asked, concerned, "At least let me treat you to dinner as-"

"No need," Kiba interrupted her before Chouji could accept. That guy might take food from anyone, but if I have to listen to her roommate for any longer, I'm going to lose my patience. Sasuke this, and Sasuke that, urgh! "We have to discuss strategies for our first launch with our other roommates."

"Oh, well, invite them along!" Kin offered innocently, a rapacious glint in her eyes, "It's Sasuke-senpai and Boruto-senpai, right?"

"We're at a very sensitive point in our negotiations, we can't have any outsiders there when we discuss," Kiba continued to refuse resolutely, making serious eye contact with Chouji to ensure he didn't open his mouth.

"But Ino-chan would've treated you to the best sushi in the city!" Kin pouted, still weedling. Good thing she didn't notice the pitiful begging look on Chouji's face. God, he looks like a kicked puppy.

"Some other time," Kiba said, picked up his bag, and hustled his friend out the door before he could protest again.

"Tch," Kiba could hear that Kin clicked her tongue in annoyance through the door after they made their escape.

I would rather eat bugs than eat with her, even with the campus beauty there!

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"Dammit Kiba, we could have had sushi!" Chouji was roaring at Kiba as they came through the door, "She even invited Sasuke and Naruto! I want sushi!"

Kiba quickly opened the many takeout boxes he'd been holding on the big central table in their room, hoping the enticing fragrance and loads of meat would distract Chouji from his hangry rampage.

"Didn't we get loads of food? C'mon, this is better than Sushi," Kiba tried to persuade him, putting the eight or nine takeout boxes down on their table, "The chef at the restaurant is really good, and he always gave us extras."

"It'd better be," Chouji stomped over to their kitchen nook to wash his hands.

"What's this about sushi?" Naruto moved his computer out of the way so he and Sasuke could also get ready to eat.

"Yamanaka-san's roommate offered to treat us to Sushi once we were done with her computer, but KIBA just HAD to rush us out of there!" Chouji fumed.

"Look, I'm sorry, Chouji, but if I had to spend one more minute listening to that girl try to set up that asshole and Yamanaka-san, I would have stabbed myself with something," Kiba argued.

"I wouldn't have gone," Sasuke said simply.

"See! See! With this guy's temper, dinner would have been torture! Torture, I tell you!" Kiba pointed a finger at Sasuke half-vindicated, half-accusing, "Didn't you get enough of that in first and second year? No more!"

"Man, those were the days," Chouji smiled dreamily as he remembered those lavish dinners. Kiba remembered how damn awkward they'd been. Chouji still pouted like a kid robbed of his sweets, "I want sushi though..."