“What da . . . fuck?” Sasori whispered to himself. Turning the book upside down, Sasori growled and threw the book against the wall.

“Screw it,” he mumbled, flipping the television on. Strutting into the room, Itachi strummed his fingers on the doorway, raising his eyebrows.

“Giving up so soon?” he asked, making his way through the piles of dirty clothes and dead objects to get to the red head. Sasori grunted as response, making the Uchiha roll his eyes.

“Giving up on studying for this test is like giving up on Deidara, ya know?!” Itachi snapped, clawing the remote out of Sasori’s hand.

Taking a long sigh, Sasori closed his eyes and whined, “I’m not giving up on Dei-chan . . . but my brain has such little storage space and fills up so quickly . . . .”

“I have no doubt in mind it does, un,” Deidara said at the doorway. Sasori snapped his head up and sat up straight, brushing the crumbs off his shirt and running a hand through his hair.

“D-Dei-chan . . . what on earth would bring you here?” Sasori asked, the shock on his face now twisting into a mischievous grin. Deidara rolled his eyes.

“Sadly, to teach you. But if your brain is filled up, I would be more than happy to leave, un,” the blonde grumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Now, now, Deidara, Sasori really does want to learn,” Itachi said, a sweat drop forming on the side of his head as he led Deidara into the room and sat in a chair. Deidara huffed and dropped his bag on the ground.

“Yeah, I can tell. Throwing books across the room is a sure sign of an excellent student, un,” Deidara groaned. Itachi cleared his throat, inching towards the door.

“Well, your study session has started . . . so that means I must really be going now,” Itachi quickly stated, fast walking out of the room. Closing the door behind him, Itachi sighed loudly.

‘Oh for the love of God, Sasori . . . don’t screw this up,’ Itachi prayed in his head.

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“You don’t know what a square root is, un?” Deidara asked, not believing his ears. How stupid could one person be?

“I thought this was math not science. What the hell do roots that are square have to do with math?” Sasori wondered, flipping mindlessly through the textbook. Deidara groaned once again, slamming his head repeatedly against his arms which were lying on the table.

“You have got to be doing this on purpose, un! I’m gonna have to go back to middle school- no, elementary school, just to teach you simple math!” Deidara burst out. Sasori grinned and laughed happily.

“This is so much fun, you have no idea,” he chuckled, snickering.

“Well, this isn’t fun nor funny! Sasori, I’m serious, you could really amount to nothing with this kind of knowledge, un!” Deidara said, anger rising in his voice. Sasori smiled at the blonde, nodding his head.

“I guess yer right, Teach’!” Sasori stated, sighing. “I am going to amount to nothing.” Deidara’s eyes widened ever so slightly, biting his nails.

“S-Sasori . . . I didn’t mean it like that . . . un,” Deidara stuttered.

“Sure you did! And that’s perfectly okay, Teach’!” Sasori said. He sounded kind of happy, almost amused in a way.

Deidara looked up from the book to see the red head just staring at him, his trademark smirk spread across his face. Heat rising to his face, Deidara shuffled through the papers in his hand.

“Y-You haven’t passed a test in over four years, un,” Deidara mumbled. “That’s unbelievable . . . you should be in the record books.”

“And I haven’t passed a worksheet in five years,” Sasori remarked. He rubbed his fist against his shirt as if he was proud of himself.

“You’re unbelievable, un,” Deidara said, a small grin forming on his face. Sasori licked his lips and slid closer to the table, leaning over it. Deidara looked up with wide eyes, the blush darkening on his cheeks.

Sasori got on his knees and placed his hands on the table, leaning even closer to Deidara. He chuckled and rested his chin on his clasped hands, continuing to stare at the blonde in from of him.

“You’re blushing,” Sasori whispered, smirking once again. Deidara could feel his face turn many more shades of red, either out of anger or at the fact that Sasori’s face was mere inches away from him.

“G-Get away from me, un!” Deidara yelled, grabbing the book on the table and slamming it into the side of Sasori’s head. Sasori clutched his head, hissing softly.

“Ow. You’re stronger than you look,” Sasori winced, holding his ice water to his head. Deidara let out a little ‘humph!’, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“How sexy,” Sasori said, laughing amusedly as the blonde chucked another book at him. “Now onto World History.”

“We’re barely finished with Math, un!” Deidara exclaimed.

“Oh, you’re right. There are still so many things to do to yo- I mean, with you!” Sasori grinned. Deidara groaned, falling back against the bing bag chair.

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“Oh my god, you didn’t fail,” Kisame whispered, his eyes wide as he stared at the big 71 on Sasori’s test. Sasori plucked the paper out of the shark’s hands and sighed happily.

“Now to show Dei-chan,” he said, grinning. Sasori moved through the stream of students trying to get to lunch and towards Deidara’s locker.

Sasori’s grin spread wider as he came right behind the blonde, tapping him on the shoulder. Deidara turned around, rolling his eyes.

“What do you want, un?” Deidara asked, blowing some hair out of his face.

“Look,” Sasori said, shoving the paper in Dei’s face. Deidara glared at Sasori before taking the paper in his hands, his eyes flying open wide.

“You didn’t fail it, un!” Deidara chirped, grinning wildly. He bounced up and down like a little kid, making Sasori laugh.

“You’re acting like you just won the lottery,” Sasori remarked, chuckling.

“I’m just so happy for you, un!” Deidara said, swinging his arms around the red head’s shoulder’s in a quick hug before letting go. Deidara’s eyes widened as he looked up at Sasori.

“S-Sorry, un,” Deidara stuttered.

“Oh please don’t apologize, as a matter of fact, if you want to do that again I’d be more than happy if you would,” Sasori whispered seductively, lightly pushing against Deidara’s chest.

“M-Man whore, un!” Deidara yelled in his face. Sasori made a pouting face.

“Where is that happy little Dei-chan from a couple seconds ago?” Sasori teased.

“He DIED, slowly and painfully, un,” the blonde mumbled.

“Hey,” Sasori said. “Wanna sit with me at lunch today?”

“No, un.” Deidara stated simply.

“Whaaaat?” Sasori whined, pulling on Deidara’s ponytail.

“Stop it! We’ll actually look like we like each other if you do that, un,” Deidara murmured, tugging his ponytail out of Sasori’s grip.

“I like you,” Sasori said bluntly. “A lot, actually.”

Deidara cheeks flushed as he chewed on his sore lip. ‘Why does he have to say something like thaaaat?!’ Deidara roared in his head.

“W-Well, good for you, un,” Deidara responded simply.

“I kinda sucks to love someone that hates your guts,” Sasori laughed.

‘I don’t hate you that much . . . ,’ Deidara thought.

“Hmph! Then just stop loving me then, un. See if I care!” Dei huffed, turning his head away.

Sasori chuckled, shaking his head back and forth. “You’re very amusing,” Sasori snickered. Deidara crossed his arms in front of his chest; glaring at the lockers he passed by.

“And about not loving you,” Sasori said, “I know that you’d be heartbroken if I did, so I’ll keep loving you.” The red head smirked at the back of Deidara’s head, chuckling softly.

“Th-That’s the only reason why, un?” Deidara whispered. Sasori’s eyes widened.

“What?” Sasori asked, wondering if he heard the blonde right. Deidara turned his head forward and sniffed softly.

“I said: Wh-Why the hell . . . would I be heart broken over you, un?” Deidara lied, walking a little bit faster. Sasori caught up to Dei, glaring lightly at him.

“You sooo didn’t say that,” Sasori teased, grinning. Deidara flushed red.

“D-Did, too, un!”

“Nooo you diiidn’t,” Sasori continued to tease him, laughing happily.

“Ch, am I amusing you, un?” Deidara sneered.

“Yes, to be honest with you, you are,” Sasori snickered. He stared at the blonde, patting him lightly on the head.

“Wh-What the hell, un?” Deidara stuttered. The red head smiled.

“Do you want me to list all the reasons why I love you?” he whispered in Deidara’s ear.

Deidara growled and glared at Sasori, clenching his teeth together. “No, un!”

“Aw, really? But it’ll be fun. Then you can name all the things you love about me,” Sasori said, dodging the arm that was flung at his head.

“Shut up, un,” Deidara hissed, finally arriving at the cafeteria.* Deidara immediately walked across the lunch room and stood in the farthest line away from Sasori, glaring at his feet.

Sighing in a slightly relieved way, Deidara picked his strawberry milk and ramen.** ‘For a moment there I thought he only loved me because he thought I loved him,’ Deidara thought, paying the lunch lady and walking past the many tables.

“Oi, Dei!” someone called out to Deidara’s left. He looked over to where the voice was coming from see Hidan jumping up and down, waving and flailing his arms around. “Come sit with us!”

The blonde sighed and shook his head, starting to walk towards his usual table with Konan. He heard Hidan start to complain and shout and tables being moved over. The next thing he knew, Hidan had Deidara in a headlock, giving him a noogie to his head.

“A-Ack!” Deidara yelled, dropping his lunch tray. Flailing his right arm around, he used his other arm to attempt to break him free. “H-Hidan!”

“Sit with us, dammit!” Hidan yelled, applying more pressure to Deidara’s head. The jashinist was completely messing up Deidara’s hair, his ponytail holder flying to the ground.

“N-No! Let go, un!” Deidara gasped, falling to his knees as Hidan continued to jab his knuckles into the blonde’s head.

“Say yes or I won’t stoooop,” Hidan snickered, grinning wildly. All the students in the lunch room were staring, either laughing or gaping in shock.

“F-Fine, un!” Deidara yelled. Hidan stopped and pulled the blonde up by his waist, plopping him down on his feet. “Hidan . . . .” Deidara growled.

“Just follow me, Dei-chan,” Hidan said happily, smiling and pulling Deidara along to his table. He sat down in between Kakuzu and Itachi, pulling Dei down next to him.

“There you go, right where you belong,” Sasori said chuckling. Deidara rolled his eyes, glaring at Hidan.

“Well, now that you idiots are done harassing Deidara,” Itachi said, glaring at his two friends, “What did you get on the test, Deidara?”

“O-Oh, un,” Deidara stuttered, “94, un. Not my best, but I was a little too busy tutoring a certain moron.”

“Aw, you sacrificed your grade to help me, how sweet of you Dei-chaaaan,” Sasori purred, licking his lips. Itachi cleared his throat and patted the steaming blonde on the shoulder a few times.

“Even if you didn’t do your best, that’s still really good,” Itachi commented, smiling.

“Don’t try to charm your way into Dei-chan liking you! I’ve already claimed him, dammit!” Sasori burst, pointing an accusing finger at Itachi.

“You can’t just claim me, un!” Deidara yelled.

“And Itachi-chan already has me,” Kisame said cheerfully, leaning across the table to kiss the blushing Uchiha’s cheek.

Sasori snickered before saying, “If Kisame has Itachi, I have Dei-cha-.”

“YOU DO NOT HAVE ME, UN,” Deidara hissed through his teeth, stabbing through his styrofoam plate.

“I have Dei-chan,” Sasori continued, grinning while completely ignoring Deidara’s complaints, “Then Kakuzu must have Hidan!”

Everyone at the table switched their eyes from the red head to the other two. While Kakuzu sighed and shook his head, Hidan fumbled around with his spork, completely oblivious to the fact that they were all staring at him and of what Sasori just said.

Hidan looked up from his plastic utensil with a confused face, holding it farther in front of him. “This thing has no fucking purpose!” he yelled.

“You’re an idiot,” Itachi smirked. Hidan glared at him quickly before applying his attention back to the spork.

“Look,” Hidan said, dipping the spork into his soup and pulling it out. “It barely picks up any damn liquid at all! It’s just a rounder fork! Fuckin’ rip-off!”

“It’s free, Hidan, it’s not a rip-off,” Kakuzu sighed.

“That’s just what they want you to think,” the jashinist grumbled, throwing the utensil across the lunch room, hitting a girl square in the forehead.

“You could’ve hit her eye, un!” Deidara gasped, hitting the laughing Hidan on the shoulder.

“Hey Sasori, didn’t you used to fuck that girl on a regular basis? Like some sort of sex toy or somethin’?” Hidan asked, putting a mushy carrot at the end of his spoon and pulling it back before letting go, the dark orange substance ending up splattering on a guy’s shoulder.

Sasori kicked Hidan’s knee forcefully while still smiling at Deidara, who had his right eyebrow raised.

“Damn you, Hidan,” Sasori squeaked out.

‘Sasori, you’re never going to get Deidara at this rate. I’ve gotta do something . . . ,” Itachi thought, a plan already forming in his head.