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The Importance of Facts	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1118 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor make profit of it. Kishimoto owns it.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
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Author's note: This week was honest to god just one giant shitfest. Every day seemed determined to outdo itself in pure shittiness and as such, I feel the need to express my frustration. You know where this is going, right? Yes, another Not for Sakura fans fic! Sorry, not sorry. I need something to get rid of my frustration and this is it. A twoshot - yes, only a twoshot. Not sure where this came from, as is usually the case. Sorry if it's too weird or if it sucks. It's nearly three in the morning, so I'm obviously making great life choices here.
Warnings: Sakura's pov; Alternate universe; university setting; noisy Sakura; Not for Sakura fans; university professor Sasuke
I hope you'll like ... whatever kind of part this is.
Part 1
Linguistics was never fun to study, let alone linguistics of the English language, which seemed hellbent on confusing every non-native speaker as much as possible. To say that Sakura hated the class with a passion was perhaps a bit of an overreaction, but it was a fact that she'd never been fond of linguistics, certainly not when it was of English.
Yet here she sat every Tuesday afternoon from four to six in the large classroom, following the lecture about English linguistics even though she wasn't studying languages at all. She was studying to become a nurse actually and English Linguistics was certainly not a part of her regular class schedule. Thanks to her persuasive reasoning, however, and her outstanding grades in her regular courses, she'd been allowed to take up this class as an elective, having convinced her student mentor that knowing English as a nurse could be a benefit later on in her career.
Why the sudden interest in English linguistics when she had loathed the subject in secondary school?
The sensei.
The utter cliché it was, the sensei teaching them English linguistics was beyond hot. Like smoking, waving your hand at yourself, kind of hot. Black hair with a bluish sheen, which was spiked in the back and with a sideswept bang at the front. Piercing, black eyes that immediately could spot an inattentive student from the very back of the room. Sharp features that looked like they had been chiselled out of marble with cheekbones belonging more on the cover of a fashion magazine than in the stuffy classroom 202 in the Literature department. Well defined muscles covered by tailored, well-fitting suits and – embarrassing as it was to think about, let alone admit it – beautiful hands which had more than one female student in the room thinking rather inappropriate thoughts.
His deep voice was smooth, enunciating the English words like he was a native himself, and made even the driest, most boring lecture sound like heaven. A fleeting smirk, a sharp joke tossed about here and there, ensured that he never lost their attention – if they even managed to lose their attention in the first place, because again, the man was unfairly and undeniably fucking hot. His name? Uchiha Sasuke.
Bless the principal for hiring such a fine specimen at their university; she truly had done them all a service.
"All right, looks like the time's up for today," Uchiha-sensei announced after having checked his watch. He left the screen open on the last slide they'd been discussing and rose up. "For next class I want you all to prepare the exercises on pages fifty-seven to fifty-eight. Even if you find them difficult, do try to make them; we can go over any possible issues during class. That's all; have a good evening and see you next week."
Tables being clapped back and maps and pencases being shoved into bags instantly filled the classroom, accompanied by the giggling and chattering of the students as they made plans for the rest of the evening or discussed other classes. Most of the guys immediately left the classroom, eager to get away, but a lot of the girls lingered, feigning having questions about today's lecture in order to be able to talk to Uchiha.
Sakura liked to say she was above that sort of nonsense, but well … Uchiha-sensei was hot. And if she ended up having questions nearly every class, well, that would only benefit her in the long run for the exams, no? She just wanted to ensure that she had understood everything correctly; nothing wrong with that.
She waited on purpose, letting other girls go in front of her, just so that she could be the last one to talk to the professor. Well, the last one … That was a debatable title, she frowned when she glanced back and saw that blond guy still seated in the back of the classroom.
No matter how long she would wait, the guy would remain seated there, only standing up to talk to Uchiha-sensei after everyone else had left. She didn't know why. Was he that shy that he didn't dare to open his mouth around others? That would explain why she had never heard him speaking during class, not even to other students. He would always arrive as one of the last ones, taking his seat in the last row in the back and had the gall to not even take out a notebook. Sakura would know; sometimes she would cast him furtive glances, but never once had she caught him writing down notes, let alone have a notebook open in front of him.
Sometimes he would have his laptop open, but he wouldn't type anything either and she was willing to bet he was watching videos instead. She didn't understand why he would attend this class every week if he never even took notes. That just screamed disrespectful towards Uchiha-sensei! The least he could do was pretend to take notes, especially seeing as he seemed so hellbent on always being the last to talk to the sensei.
Maybe if you would take notes, you wouldn't always have questions, she thought snidely, smiling brightly when the girl in front of her finally ran out of questions to ask, letting her take her turn finally.
"Ah, Haruno-san, you have any questions?" Uchiha-sensei asked, looking up from the papers he'd been gathering.
That was another thing she liked about the sensei: how he was always infallibly polite, no matter how long he had to remain after class to answer questions. He was truly dedicated to his job; she wasn't sure whether she would have the patience to keep answering so many questions each week.
"Yes, I'm sorry, but I don't think I understood the analysis of this sentence," she procured her notebook and pointed at the sentence in question, "completely; can you please explain it again?"
"Sure, not a problem," he agreed easily and spent the next five minutes going over the analysis together with her.
She hoped it wasn't too noticeable that she was sometimes breathing in deeper, but it was insane how good he smelt too! He was basically perfect: handsome, intelligent, had a great scent, an amazing form of humour … She and other girls had tried to subtly find out whether he was taken already, but Uchiha-sensei was rather tight-lipped about his personal affairs, insisting they kept the focus on the lecture instead. She didn't think he was married, though. He didn't wear a ring and there was nothing else to suggest that he had a girlfriend waiting at home.
Maybe he was too busy with his job to find somebody? She could think of someone who would be best suited for him, though, and bit back her giggle, hoping her blush wasn't too noticeable.
"Do you understand it now? Or do you still have questions?" Uchiha-sensei looked at her expectantly; his bangs casting a subtle shadow across his face from the way he was leant over her notebook.
"No, I understand it now. Thank you for explaining it to me." She offered a small bow, pressing her notebook against her chest.
He smiled faintly. "Not a problem; I'm glad I could help."
"I see you next week, Uchiha-sensei," she smiled brightly, stuffing her notebook in her bag and zipping up her jacket.
"See you next week, Haruno-san." He nodded at her and returned to shutting down his laptop.
Right before she left, she turned her head and saw the blond guy making his way down, aiming straight for Uchiha-sensei.
Just like every Tuesday evening after class.
"Do you know who that blond guy in our English Linguistics class is?" Sakura inquired curiously, blowing at her cup of coffee before taking a careful sip. "You know, the one who always enters the class at the last minute?"
Ino tilted her head to the left and furrowed her eyebrows. "Hm, no. Not a clue, sorry. I have never spoken to him before. I haven't seen him in any of my other classes."
"Yeah, neither have I," Sakura muttered, adjusting the strap of her backpack.
It had been bothering her the last couple of classes who the blond student could be. He definitely wasn't a medical student unless he had decided to skip all his classes. He also didn't attend the Criminology course, because Ino hadn't seen him in any of her classes either. Perhaps he was a language student? But Hinata was studying English and French and she hadn't seem him either in any of the common classes all language students shared.
The pink haired woman also couldn't recall ever having encountered him in any of the other buildings, even though she sometimes had to visit different departments if the classrooms had been changed. Yet somehow, every Tuesday at four o'clock, he strolled into their English Linguistics class and would follow the lecture until the end even though he never seemed to take notes.
"Have you tried talking to him?" Ino asked interested, waving at a guy who called out to her.
"Party at ten, this Friday?" Suigetsu shouted, walking backwards. His girlfriend, Karin, kept a hand on his sleeve, probably ensuring he wouldn't walk into anything.
"Sure, I'll see you there!" Ino grinned and he gave her the thumbs up before he turned around and pulled his girlfriend closer to him, kissing her cheek. "You got time to go to the party with me?"
"I haven't talked to him, no. I don't think he talks to anyone," Sakura replied and snorted. "And no, wish I could, but I've got some assignments that I need to finish this weekend and I haven't even started on the second one yet." She grimaced, already dreading the moment she would have to sit behind her desk and try to get words to fill the blank paper. Going to the party sounded like a hell of a lot more fun, but she couldn't risk failing these assignments, considering they made up a good part of her grades for those two classes.
"Yeah, I haven't seen him talk to anyone either," Ino mused aloud and shrugged. "Maybe he's just a loner. Why the interest in him? You got a crush on him?" She waggled her eyebrows and nudged Sakura's shoulder. "You realised you don't have a shot with Uchiha-hottie finally?"
"Oh shut up," Sakura laughed and slapped her arm. "Like you have a shot with him! And no, I'm definitely not crushing on that blond guy." She wrinkled her nose. "He's not my type, you know that."
Ino raised an eyebrow. "Then why the sudden interest?"
They both uttered a sigh of relief when they walked into the warm building, letting the hot air chase away the cold. They were definitely inching closer and closer to winter each week; the temperatures steadily dropping. Pretty soon Sakura was going to have to warm up her scarf and gloves before she would pull them on to go outside. Maybe she could get her mum to buy her those hand warming packages for in the pockets; she hadn't seen any of those in the stores around the neighbourhood here yet.
"Hm, not sure," Sakura said and frowned. "I just started thinking how weird it is that he always just sits there and never takes notes. But he will always wait until the rest of us is gone before he gets up and talks to Uchiha-sensei. Like, he will literally just keep sitting there, no matter how long it takes. I know, I tried to wait him out last week, didn't work."
"Ah, that's why you were so late," Ino remembered and clucked her tongue. "Well, like I said, he's probably just a loner. Maybe he's just shy? And doesn't like to talk when other students are near? If he's asking stupid questions, that might be the reason," she grinned.
"Maybe," Sakura allowed and gulped down her coffee before throwing her cup in the bin.
Still, even as she said goodbye to her friend and turned left to walk to her next class, she couldn't help but wonder what was up with the blond guy.
Surely, nobody could be that shy that they didn't even dare to open their mouth when someone else was still in the room? Obviously he had no trouble talking to Uchiha-sensei! She had actually never heard him talking to the sensei either, she amended, but why else would he wait so long if not to ask Uchiha-sensei questions?
Eugh, this mystery, no matter how insignificant, was so annoying!
Sakura started to become suspicious when she waited further down the hallway after class that Tuesday. Just like before the guy had waited until she had left the room before he'd stood up and now she was waiting to see how long it would take for him to go outside as well.
It took him a lot longer than she had anticipated – leaving her standing there like an idiot for nearly fifteen minutes, fiddling with her phone while throwing surreptitious glances at the door – and when he finally left the room, his cheeks sported a deep flush and the collar of his shirt looked rather … askew. Like someone had been pulling at it insistently.
Blue eyes glanced at her when he passed her and he gave her a single nod before he turned around the corner, whistling softly.
A frown growing, she cast one more glance at the classroom where the lights were dimmed and then left as well.
Confused and somewhat suspicious as to what was happening in that class when she and everyone else had left.
It really shouldn't matter what that blond guy said or did after everyone else had left. Sakura acknowledged that even as she lingered in the hallway, waiting a good minute before walking back to the doorway on her tiptoes, careful not to make any sound.
It shouldn't matter, but it was really bugging her how the guy continued to stay seated until everyone was gone, as if he and Uchiha-sensei shared some kind of secret that nobody else was allowed to know. What else was she supposed to think when the blond student seemingly popped up out of nowhere every time, yet didn't make the slightest effort to take notes and still waited until everyone had filed out of the room before he would approach the professor?
Something wasn't right here and she wanted to know what that was!
So she crept closer to the door and slowly, carefully, peeked around the frame; curiosity burning inside her.
What she saw, had her mouth dropping and her eyes close to popping out of their sockets even when she knew that couldn't realistically happen. What she was seeing was definitely happening, though – and it was crossing boundaries way more than she had ever assumed.
Because there, on top of the desk, the blond guy sat, his legs spread and –
Uchiha-sensei – their professor! – cupping the back of his neck, kissing him deeply.
AN2: Yes, I ended it here. Because I'm evil and I want to know what you think before I continue it. Again not for Sakura fans.
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in the next part! Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!
Cuddles
Melissa
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