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“What the fuck, Itachi, why in the world would I wanna spend an afternoon drawing some naked old lady?”
Itachi only had time to send him a look before the door swung open and hit the wall with a bang. Every head in the room, including Sasuke’s, turned to look at the person who burst through it.
“I’m here! I’m here! No worries everyone, your favorite model has arrived!”
If the guy’s clothes didn’t blind you - a loud orange hoodie littered with Japanese kanji and pictures from some anime, paired with matching sweatpants - his smile definitely would. And if that didn’t get to you, then those eyes… Sasuke swallowed. He could feel Itachi’s gaze burn a hole in his head. He turned viciously to meet it.
“That’s the model?” he whispered, agitated. “Itachi - if you think drawing a naked dude will cheer me up, you - you think I’d like this just because I’m gay?” He mouthed the word instead of speaking it out loud. “I can’t believe you-”
“Shut it, Sasuke - I have seen your search history.”
(Or in which Itachi brings Sasuke to a croquis class in an attempt to cheer him up after a rough few weeks. Sasuke doesn't really care about croquis. He might care a little bit about the model, though.)