Now that Sasuke and I weren't fighting, we went back to doing homework together. Itachi was more than pleased to know that we weren't fighting. He smiled every time he walked by the living room where we'd normally settle to do homework. Even now and then we still argued over some of the homework problems or assignments, but that was normal. Nothing to worry over.
The rest of the week, went on pretty smoothly. Sakura talked to Sasuke, as usual, not expecting a response. He still gave one-word answers, but at least he was doing it more often. To an extent, he was actually paying attention to her now. Maybe now he realized how rude he was being. Who knows?
It was Saturday after class, Sakura and Ino stayed behind for clean up duty. I bid farewell to Sakura, and Ino, before leaving. Sasuke only nodded at Sakura and followed behind me.
“Itachi said he could come pick us up today,” Sasuke said.
“Us? You're going to wait?”
“I've been waiting all week, haven't I?”
This was true. Since Monday, after we'd gotten over our fight, Sasuke waited for me to get out of my class in the library. He'd send me a text, letting me know where he'd be. Then, we'd walk home together.
“Yeah, but it's Saturday, don't you want to go home?”
“I can wait.”
“I'm saying you don't have to.”
“I'm saying I don't mind.”
I sighed. “Fine. Let's get ice cream after!”
“Sure,” he agreed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I'll be in the library.”
“Right!” We were already at my classroom. I smiled at Sasuke and walked into the room. I bowed to my teacher, greeting her. She greeted me, waiting for me to sit down before her lecture began.
We went over my homework, correcting any minor mistakes I'd made. Even with Sasuke's help, I still got stuck on a few spots. Then, we went through a chapter of the textbook.
“Sensei! Slow down! This is too much!” I whined.
She paused from what she was writing on the board. She turned around with a smile. “Is it?”
“My head's going to explode!”
“Okay, 'How would you say that in English?'” she said in English.
“'How would you say your head is going to explode in English?'” she repeated.
Okay, so I had to figure it out or suffer. “Uhh, 'me head to explode?'” I answered, trying to remember the grammar and words.
“'My head is going to explode,'” she replied.
“'My head is going to explode,'” I said after her.
“'Why is your head going to explode?'”
This wasn't fair. I knew what she was saying, but I still had issues speaking in simple sentences. I wondered if Sasuke had this teacher before. She could've been the reason he was such a stick in the mud about teaching me English the way he did. Any time he helped me with my homework, he refused to speak Japanese. He would continue until we finished with my work, no matter how long it took.
“'Too much information!'”
She laughed. “It may seem like a lot of information, but trust me when I say it's for your own good. Most work fields require that you speak a second language, and most think it necessary that you know English. It's a very common language.”
I sighed, putting my forehead on my textbook. “Yes, sensei.”
“All right, let us continue. I believe in you, Uzumaki-kun,” she said, turning back to the board.
I raised my head and started taking notes again. It wasn't easy to grasp everything, but I'd eventually get it, right?
By the end of the class, the teacher was giving me hints for my homework. She had managed to get through the whole chapter and still have some time left over. In the remaining time, we did drills, and she kept talking to me in English, correcting me as I tried my best to answer her. The drills helped me with my writing. I finally understood the way grammar worked. Some aspects were dumb, but it was making more sense. I just needed more practice.
“I'll see you next week,” she said, leaving the classroom.
I bowed to her, thanking her. I put my things away and began cleaning up. I wiped the board, the main desk and my desk. I quickly swept, knowing the last class usually cleaned as well. There wasn't much for me to do, but I still cleaned the whole room again. By the time I was done, I was starving. I thought about going straight home to eat instead of getting ice cream. It's not like Sasuke liked ice cream, anyway.
“Hurry up, dobe,” Sasuke called from the door.
He waited for me to finish, reading one of our textbooks as he did. The reason he hardly had homework was because he worked on it in the library while waiting for me. Made sense. The teme was such a nerd; I couldn't imagine him doing anything else in the library. Then again, he did stay up late some nights. I still had no idea what he did in that time. I rarely went into his room at night. During the day it was normally to find him or get him to come to dinner or some meal. For all I knew he could be watching porn. I snickered at the thought.
“What's so funny?” he asked, putting his book down.
“Oh nothing. I'm all done! Let's go! I'm starving!”
“I thought you wanted ice cream.”
“I do, but I want real food first!”
He shook his head. “Hn.”
“Let's go home and then we'll get ice cream! I'm sure Itachi would like some dango!”
“Itachi eats enough sweets without our help.”
“Aww, come on, lighten up! It's not like he's unhealthy!”
Sasuke rolled his eyes. “Fine. Itachi's waiting.”
We headed out to the gate, where we knew Itachi would be waiting for us. Itachi and I discussed how my extra class was going, while Sasuke played with his phone. He normally did that. Itachi included him by asking him questions about class and our classmates. Itachi didn't like excluding either of us. Sasuke normally excluded himself, but that was what happened with introverts like him.
Itachi was happy to know that we wanted to get food and then go out to get some sweets. Of course, he wanted dango. Sasuke, being the only freak on the planet that didn't like any sweets, said he'd get a snack of some sort while Itachi and I indulged.
During our excursion down the market, Sasuke kept staring at Itachi at certain intervals. Itachi told us to go get our treats. He'd be waiting for us at his favorite dango shop. We only nodded at him, watching him go.
“Why do you keep doing that?”
“You kept staring at him.”
“Come on, Sasuke!”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Promise you won't say anything?”
He glanced back at Itachi. “Something's different.”
“I don't know. I feel like he's not telling us something.”
“What could it be? Maybe work?”
“Hn. If it was work, there's a possibility he can't go around telling people.”
“Don't worry so much! Whatever it is, Itachi will figure it out.”
Sasuke was silent for a moment. He sighed. “Right.”
Trying to distract him, I dragged him with me to the ice cream shop. Whatever was up with Itachi, he would tell us when the timing was right. That's how Itachi was. I tried to feed Sasuke some ice cream to get his mind off things. The idea didn't really backfire, but he did get mad at me and nearly made me drop my ice cream all over myself. On the plus side, I was able to smear a spoonful of it across his cheek. Victory was mine!