30. are you happy you know it, that you’re havin my…?
Sasuke and Sakura quarelling over which stuff to buy in the grocery
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The white-washed walls of the supermarket reminds him too much of the hospital walls he dislikes, as well as the coldness of the whole place - what kind of a public establishment operates without a functioning heater in the dead middle of winter? - makes him want to just turn around, leave Sakura with the groceries, and go home.
But doing so will surely mean an irate Sakura, and an empty fridge.
He could probably survive the empty fridge, but an irate Sakura?
Even as a top ANBU captain of his esteem, he shall never be that stupid (unlike a certain kage) to risk that. No. Not in a million years, and passing thousand wars here will ensure him to ever win a domestic battle against a fuming Sakura.
He lets out a frustrated sigh, blindly following Sakura into yet another aisle while pushing their half-full pushcart. He might not wage a battle, but he could try the diplomatic approach.
“We’ve got a lot of items enough to last us three years, Sakura.”
Her form stops still in front of the snacks corner. Damn, really need to get out.
“Let’s go home already.”
“For you. But for the others, it’s probably three dog years, Sasuke.”
She merely shrugged, took a dozen of boxes of pocky & picked another wrap of sweets.
“Look,” Sakura shot him a look over her shoulders, before throwing a pack of licorice into their cart. “In between your missions and my hospital shifts, the fridge will probably stale itself.”
Sakura continued walking and throwing packs of candies one after another. “And besides, I wouldn’t want to experience going home, tired and starving, and find the fridge empty for the nth time this month.”
As they turned to another aisle, Sasuke looked at all the things Sakura had casually thrown into the cart. Candies. Cookies. Small ice cream buckets. A few jars of jams and jellies, peanut butter and chocolate spread.
“Are you sure we need a lot of sweet items?”
“I need sugar when I’m tired and hungry. Fastest to break down.” Sakura answered absentmindedly. “Hey, do you want kimchi? I feel like eating one tonight.”
Sasuke could only blink his eyes at her question. “Since when did you eat spicy food?”
“Since never, but I have this really bad craving for kimchi.” Sakura throws it into the cart.
“Oooh, look.” Sakura grabs a jar from the shelves. “Pickles. Love pickles.”
(He’ll be too ashamed to admit it, but what came out of Sasuke’s mouth was a horrified “No”.)
He grabbed her arm before she could put the jar of pickles into the pushcart.
“I can’t understand the need for spicy kimchi. But I’m drawing the line at the pickles. You don’t even like pickles.”
Sakura pouted, and Sasuke only narrowed his eyes, challenging her to protest.
This continued on for the next five items. Sakura would always pick up an item, and Sasuke would be beside her immediately, putting the item back to its shelf.
“Would you just stop—” Sakura turned to him sharply, her eyes blazing. Then her face transforms into a fierce scowl, that Sasuke took a cautious backward step.
“Why are you so bent on making me unhappy?”
“Huh?” Sasuke just looked at her confusedly.
“You’re always making me unhappy.” Sakura glared at him.
“I just want us to finish shopping, and go ho—”
“Like today, for example. Why can’t you just allow me to buy whatever food I want for myself? Am I even allowed to buy a loaf of bread, or will you put it back to its shelf like what you did to that can of tuna, or the freaking bottle of olive oil?”
“Sakura, you’re being overdra-“
“Overdramatic? Over grocery shopping? Shut. Up.” Sakura huffed. “If there’s anyone being over dramatic here, that’s you.”
“You keep on putting back everything I pick. It seems like you don’t trust my judgement over these things. Well, news flash, Sasuke-kun: I’ve been grocery shopping for over seven years, I know what I’m doing.”
“Yes, you do. You’re out to stop me from having my grocery shopping happiness!” She screamed at him. Sasuke opened his mouth as if he would say something, but he just closed it again.
“We don’t even cook anything at home anymore, let alone use a freaking olive oil.” Sasuke thought. He almost blurted it out, but stopped himself at the last second.
What did he say again about an irate Sakura? Well, there is something worse: an emotional Sakura.
They turn into another aisle, the toiletries section, and then it him.
“Are you on your period?” He asked silently.
It could have been the worst question to ask Very Emotional Sakura. But there are times that a man must risk a limb to gain an information that could give him an edge to victory.
She balls her fist, and instinctively, he flinched.
However, the expected punch didn’t come.
Instead, Sakura calmly walked straight over the long aisle until she stopped right in front of Pharmaceuticals. She picked a small rectangular box, then stomped back to him and their (rattling-in-every-step) cart.
She throws the pink-white box into the cart, gritting her teeth.
“I am not on my period, Sasuke.”
If only Sasuke could shiver from fear, he would. Very Emotional Sakura had just transformed into Irate Sakura. And this is not looking good for him.
He looked down on the cart and saw what Sakura threw down before he sputtered.
“I haven’t got my period for months.”