Summer
(Creative Cruelty)
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Sasuke dislikes summer.
The heat that makes him sweat. The ever-decreasing layers of clothing on other people that ends up showing more than he wants to see. The lethargy. The insects. The sun that keeps shining so brightly. The long days, the short nights.
And the thought of getting a tan. It irritates him. He’s not like Naruto, whose tan suits him. Naruto, who’s always cold. Naruto, who seems somehow more alive during the summer, surrounded by sunlight and everything even remotely summery.
“I hate you,” Sasuke says, pressing his cheek against Naruto’s shoulder. He’s sitting behind the other boy, leaning against his back, and the coldness of the blond’s skin sweeps easily through the thin fabric of his T-shirt, and Sasuke can feel the chuckle before he hears it.
“Sure you do,” Naruto says. “Come sit in front of me.”
“Why?”
“It’s hot and you’re pink and sweaty and your hair is a mess. I want to stare at you.”
“Fuck you.” Maybe that’d actually be a good idea, considering how cold Naruto’s body is.
“Do you ever think of anything else?”
“Do you ever want to do anything else?” Sasuke asks, wrapping his arms around Naruto. “I hate summer.”
“We can go to the beach,” Naruto suggests. “And you can drown your whiny ass in the sea and leave me alone.”
“Fucking asshole,” Sasuke says, and stands up. “Fine, let’s go.”
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