“You need new clothes.”
Sasuke frowned. “What’s wrong with this?”
“One, you can’t wear the same thing everyday, and two...” It was something Orochimaru had given him to wear. Someone who had been more intimate with Sasuke than he had. “I just... I don’t like it.” Those clothes were also a reminder that while Sasuke was here now, there were two years of pain, and their fight... Their fight had left him wounded enough to land him in the hospital, but that wasn’t the only wounds he got from it.
“...Yeah. I’ll go sometime today.”
“Sakura could help you pick something out.” Naruto felt relieved that Sasuke wouldn’t argue with him about it.
“If it was up to either of you, I’d probably wear something skimpy. And end up looking like some sort of boy toy.”
“What would you describe what you’re wearing now?”
“Shut up.”
