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EatCrowDance @EatCrowDance Oct 12, 2019
Dropping a new vid right now! Dancing to Happy by Pharrell Williams. This song is fun. :D

CherryBomb @ch-ch-cherrybomber Oct 12, 2019
Replying to @EatCrowDance
I love how it’s easy to see how much fun you’re having, even without seeing your face. Every movement radiates joy, and it takes more than skill to achieve that, it takes TALENT. Fantastic!

EatCrowDance @EatCrowDance Oct 12, 2019
Replying to @ch-ch-cherrybomber
Aww, you’ll make me blush. (@>̮<@)

CherryBomb @ch-ch-cherrybomber Oct 12, 2019
Replying to @EatCrowDance
Ha, not that we can see it since you always wear a mask! :P

EatCrowDance @EatCrowDance Oct 12, 2019
Replying to @ch-ch-cherrybomber
Side benefit to the mask. Promise I’m smiling though! :)

EatCrowDance @EatCrowDance Oct 31, 2019
HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Celebrating this year with a classic: Thriller by Michael Jackson. This took a LOT of practice to get right. ( ╥ _ ╥ )

CherryBomb @ch-ch-cherrybomber Oct 31, 2019
Replying to @EatCrowDance
Michael Jackson was an ICON and you absolutely nailed it. Love the decorations in the background, and did you do the backup dancing too??

EatCrowDance @EatCrowDance Oct 31, 2019
Replying to @ch-ch-cherrybomber
Yes I did! Made possible by my amazing video editors, @IzuKote! You guys are the best! (´▽`ʃƪ ) They even helped me with costumes!

Izumo and Kotetsu Videography @IzuKote Oct 31, 2019
Replying to @EatCrowDance
We’re not letting you borrow clothes anymore. You ripped the shirt AND the pants!

EatCrowDance @EatCrowDance Oct 31, 2019
Replying to @IzuKote
I said I was sorry! (●╥﹏╥●) I can’t help that I’m swole!

Izumo and Kotetsu Videography @IzuKote Oct 31, 2019
Replying to @EatCrowDance
You’re lucky your muscles help pay our bills.

CherryBomb @ch-ch-cherrybomber Oct 31, 2019
Replying to @EatCrowDance and @IzuKote
LMAO


Sakura was desperate. After two weeks of couch surfing at Sasuke and Naruto’s apartment, she had had enough. She loved her boys, but Naruto was terrible about personal space and Sasuke was just...Sasuke, and together they were a disaster and she was going to wring their necks.

Not that she wasn’t grateful they were letting her crash with them while she searched for another apartment, but she desperately needed a room of her own. With a door. And preferably with a private bathroom because boys were so gross even when Sasuke was a neat freak, and she didn’t even understand how that combination was possible until she started living with them.

Unfortunately, the only apartments that were available were too expensive, and she was hesitant to room with a stranger. If she could afford to live alone, she would. Her mounting frustration made her more difficult to live with, she knew, in addition to her long work shifts as an EMT, and she honestly thought she might lose her mind.

Sasuke provided a solution, and one she never would have considered even two weeks ago, but desperate times called for desperate measures. His older brother Itachi was getting married, and so he was moving out of the apartment he shared with their cousin Shisui. Sakura knew both older Uchiha by name, and had even hung out with them on occasion because of her friendship with Sasuke, so Shisui wasn’t a stranger. She liked him. Shisui Uchiha was friendly and outgoing, but perceptive enough to recognize and respect boundaries. Even better, Shisui’s apartment was two floors down from Naruto and Sasuke, so she would still be close to her friends, and she wouldn’t have to haul her furniture up so many flights of stairs.

The more she thought about it, the better it sounded, and she gave Sasuke a hesitant okay to talk to Shisui about it. She hadn’t realized this would mean Shisui would come bounding into the apartment that evening, a brilliant smile on his handsome face.

“Pinky!”

Sakura almost fell off the couch in surprise, her head whipping around to stare at the older Uchiha positively beaming at her from the doorway. Naruto looked up from his bowl of ramen and grinned around the noodles, and Sasuke rolled his eyes at everyone and waved an imperious hand. “There. Now you can ask him, Sakura.”

She stuck her tongue out at her friend and turned back to Shisui, who took the opportunity to plop down on the end of the couch, long legs stretched out to rest on the coffee table. An easy smile on his face, he rested his cheek on his fist. “So my little cousin says you might need a place to stay.”

Sasuke made a rude noise in his throat, but didn’t otherwise respond. No one paid him any mind, though.

“Have you really been staying here for two weeks?” Shisui swept his gaze around the apartment, taking in the pile of blankets folded neatly next to the couch with a pillow on top. Alarm made his catlike eyes widen dramatically.

“Yeah.” Sakura sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose tiredly. “I’m grateful they’ve let me crash here, but I really need a new place of my own. Even if it’s just for a few months to find something better.” She cut her gaze to Shisui, whose cheer had dimmed somewhat into a look of sympathy. “Is that really okay? I know we don’t know each other that well, but…”

Shisui sat up and turned in his seat so he was facing her fully, an amused smile softening his features. “Sasuke might be a brat-”

“Hey!”

Naruto giggled into his noodles, leaning out of the way when Sasuke threw a box of tissues at him.

Shisui ignored them. “But my cousin has good taste in people, and you’re one of his best friends. I think I should ask you if you’re okay living with me.”

Lips twitching into a wry smile, especially when Sasuke muttered “he has a point,” Sakura fiddled with the hem of her shorts. In reality, she had already made her decision. If Shisui was willing to let her take over the second bedroom of his apartment for a while, until she found a better situation, then she was grateful. She would be an idiot not to jump at the chance.

“Does the room have a lock on it?” she asked. Not that she actually wanted to keep the door locked, but for peace of mind, and to see how he would react to her request, she had to ask.

Instead of being offended, Shisui simply nodded. “Itachi had the bigger bedroom with the en suite, so you’d even have your own bathroom.” He held up his hands in a placating gesture. “If you want to lock your doors every night, I won’t blame you, but I promise to never enter your space without your explicit permission.”

Sakura looked at Sasuke, who was studying his cousin with a tiny frown, but she didn’t see any alarm on his face. As prickly as he could be, Sasuke was just as protective of her as Naruto, especially when dealing with other men. Naruto was suspiciously quiet, but his blue eyes were fastened on Shisui even as he continued slurping his noodles. The fact that Naruto didn’t seem at all worried told her more than anything else.

“You’re sure it’s okay?”

Shisui’s grin was back, brighter than ever. “You’d be doing me a favor, Pinky. C’mon, I’ll show it to you.”

“Right now?” Sakura blinked up at him, her mouth dropping open when he got to his feet and began heading for the door.

“Why not? Unless you’re busy?” There was no sarcasm in his question, only concern, and she fought back a laugh.

Sometimes it was easy to forget just how different Shisui was from the rest of the Uchiha clan, especially after spending so much time with Sasuke. Unlike Sasuke, whose smiles were rare and to be treasured, Shisui’s expressions were open and honest. That didn’t mean that Sasuke didn’t care, he was just more subtle about it. There was no guessing with Shisui.

“Yeah, okay.” Sakura tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and began to follow Shisui out of the apartment, pausing to slip on her sneakers. A bowl clattered to the table and she heard Naruto scrambling to join them.

“I wanna see too!” he yelled, nearly tripping over himself as he dropped to pull on his shoes.

“You’ve seen it before, idiot,” Sasuke reminded him, even as he took a set of keys off the wall and slipped his feet into a pair of sandals, clearly intending to join them.

“Field trip!” Naruto cheered, slinging an arm around Sakura’s shoulders and grinning at her. She huffed out a laugh, nudging his jaw with her forehead in affection, and he gave her a light squeeze in response.

Not in the least bit bothered, Shisui led the way down the hall and to the stairs, descending two flights and stopping at a corner unit. He unlocked the door and flicked on the light, kicking off his shoes and stepping inside. Sasuke followed without hesitation, and Sakura stepped in, pausing once everyone was inside and the door was shut, eyes wide as she took it all in.

The apartment was much larger than Sasuke and Naruto’s, with an open living and dining area adjacent to the decent sized kitchen, and then a short hallway that led to the bedrooms. A small bathroom with a standing shower, toilet, and sink, faced the kitchen, and next to it was what appeared to be Shisui’s room. He obligingly tapped the door to give them a peek at a neatly made bed, desk with a computer, a dresser, nightstand, and closed closet doors. Even if it wasn’t the main bedroom, it was still large enough to have space to spare, and Sakura was overcome with anticipation.

Shisui grinned and pushed open the other bedroom door, waving his hand to invite her inside. Sakura ducked under his arm and gasped. It was a much bigger space than she needed, and the closet was huge, and when she wandered into the bathroom she almost squealed in delight at the bathtub. It was deep enough for a good soak, and had an indent along the wall where she could keep her soaps and some candles. In the bedroom itself, there were large windows with blackout curtains that would allow in abundant light if she wanted it, and she would even have plenty of space to do her usual yoga routines in her room so she wouldn’t disturb Shisui during her odd hours.

The carpet was plush under her feet and freshly vacuumed, and the windows were clean and free of dust. The bathroom was sparkling, and when she ventured back out, she could hardly contain her excitement. Shisui laughed at her expression. “You like it?”

“Shisui, this is… Why didn’t you take this bedroom?”

Not that she didn’t want it, because she really fucking did, but if she wasn’t mistaken, he owned the apartment and it would only make sense for him to have the larger bedroom. He shrugged. “’Tachi was dating Izumi and it made more sense to let him have this room so she could have her privacy. My room is plenty big enough for me, and I like it.” He tilted his head thoughtfully. “I probably would have taken it if I had to find some stranger to live here, but if it’s you, then I want you to be comfortable.”

“Is he flirting with her already?” Naruto asked from the hallway, and she almost laughed when she heard Sasuke’s disgusted snort.

Shisui ignored them. “I do have long hours sometimes, but you’re an EMT, right?” Sakura nodded. “Then you’re used to it. This apartment has good soundproofing, so if your door is closed, you shouldn’t hear me moving around much.” He stepped back out of the room and tilted his head to indicate she follow, which she did in a daze. “There’s laundry off the kitchen, and you can use the game systems in the living room if you want, just don’t delete my saves.”

There had to be a catch. It was too good to be true. She narrowed her eyes and leaned against the counter. “What’s the catch?”

He laughed and shook his head. “No catch. You really would be doing me a favor. I own this place, so if you’re able to pay maybe three hundred a month for rent and utilities, help keep things clean, and maybe play some Mario Kart with me, it’s yours.”

Three hundred? It was a fucking steal and she would be an idiot to say no. The tension in her shoulders lightened just a bit, and she wanted to laugh because finally. She loved her boys, but she was going to kill them, and she knew Shisui was a good man. Mikoto Uchiha would tan his hide if he did anything to hurt Sakura. Every family dinner she had been invited to, Shisui had been present and had been treated as a third son by both Mikoto and Fugaku. The apartment was beautiful and she was totally going to kick his ass in Mario Kart.

“When can I move in?”


It didn’t take much to bully Sasuke and Naruto into helping her empty her things from the storage unit she had been renting, and she was delighted when Itachi and Izumi showed up with Obito and Rin to offer their help, too. Fugaku and Mikoto had been surprised when they had heard the news, but had taken it surprisingly well, and Mikoto had delivered plenty of snacks to feed everyone during move in day. Not that Sakura had that much stuff, but her bed and dresser were heavy and she was grateful for the help.

Rin and Izumi offered to help organize her closet, and she was tired enough to let them do what they liked, much to their delight. Sakura pushed her furniture around so her bed was against the far wall, and then the dresser sat between the windows. It left plenty of space for her small desk and laptop, and even for the bookshelf. Satisfied that everything was where it should be, she began unpacking her books and arranging them on the shelves, along with small mementos and photos.

“Sakura! Please tell me these are club clothes.”

Sakura turned her head to see Rin excitedly holding up a sparkly crop top that she immediately recognized from her days on the dance team in college. “Yeah, I have some club stuff in there. Do you dance?”

“Yes!” Rin beamed at her and proceeded to dance over to Sakura, shaking her hips. “I had no idea you liked to dance. You have to come with us next time we go out!”

“Us?” It had been a long time since she had last gone out to a club, but she missed dancing, and she couldn’t deny the growing excitement as she saw Izumi pop her head out of the closet and do a little shoulder shimmy.

“Me, Izumi, Obito, and Shisui.”

“I wanna come!” Naruto yelled from the hallway before he popped his head inside and gave the women a pout. “Sasuke never wants to dance with me.”

“You call what you do dancing?” Sasuke grumbled from behind him, shoving Naruto out of the way as he carried a garbage bag full of clothes into the room and dumped it unceremoniously on the floor in front of the closet.

“Oi! I’m a good dancer, asshole!” Naruto began to shake his hips, and when Sasuke rolled his eyes, he dropped to a crouch and began to twerk. Sakura snorted with laughter, and it only got worse when Obito let out a whoop and danced into the room to bump hips with his wife. Rin giggled and leaned into him, body moving to a beat only they could hear. The familiarity in the way they moved told Sakura that this was a common occurrence, and the way they slotted together so perfectly made her smile. It was beyond adorable, especially when Obito looked down at her with an absolutely smitten expression before he bent his head to steal a kiss.

“I hate you all,” Sasuke announced as he left the room, but Sakura caught the tiny smile on his face before he disappeared anyway.

Sakura stretched her legs and climbed to her feet, taking Naruto’s hand and twirling into his arms. A laugh burst out when Naruto dipped her, and she shifted her weight to make it easier for him to hold her without falling over. He waggled his brows at her and then they were up and sashaying around the room, spinning and nearly crashing into Rin and Obito but her heart had never felt so light as it did right then and she felt the last of the tension drain from her body. It had been years since she had danced with Naruto like this, and the familiar feel of his arms around her made her smile. They had been on the dance team together in college, and he had often been her partner for lifts, his strong body holding her high up in the air with a confidence that came with long practice and familiarity. When she finally did crash into Rin, the two women collapsed in each other’s arms with laughter, and Sakura rested her brow on Rin’s shoulder. “I would really, really like to go dancing with you all. When I don’t have to work the next day.”

Rin gave her shoulders a squeeze. “It’s a date. Can I put my number in your contacts?”

Sakura handed her phone over without protest, and she only laughed when Obito swiped it immediately after Rin was done and added his number, too. It only seemed natural for Izumi to add hers afterward, and when the phone made its way back to Sakura, she opened a group chat with all three new numbers, as well as Shisui’s and Naruto’s, and she opened her camera app, leaning against the group and flashing a peace sign as she snapped a picture. It was off-center and the focus was on Naruto making faces in the background more than the people in the foreground, but it made her smile anyway as she hit send.


Living with Shisui was fun. He hadn’t been kidding about the long hours, but the moment he came home, he loosened his tie and undid the first three buttons of his shirt. His suit jacket was placed on the back of a chair and he immediately went to the kitchen to cook, and he always made enough for her, too. Once he learned what she liked, he adjusted his meals to include those more often than not, despite the fact that she insisted he didn’t need to. Every time she did, he would wave it away and hand her a plate of tempura or umeboshi onigiri and if he was trying to shut her up, it worked a little too well. It didn’t help that he was an incredible cook, and the more time she spent with him, she wondered why the hell he was still single.

After a particularly hard day, Sakura stopped short the second she came through the door, green eyes wide as she stared. Music poured through the sound system and Shisui was dancing in the living room to the song “We Speak No Americano” on Just Dance, and he was hitting every single move perfectly. Dressed in slacks, with his white button-up untucked and open at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms, tie hanging loosely around his neck, dark curls damp with sweat, he shimmied to the beat and spun, catching her eye and flashing her a grin. He made a little come hither motion with his fingers and she breathed out a laugh, dropping her things next to the door and kicking it closed before she toed off her sneakers. Jacket tossed over the couch, she stood off to the side so she wouldn’t ruin his streak – he had a perfect fucking score, and he wasn’t even watching the damn screen – and she moved to the beat, her smile growing as she watched him dance. Every move was executed with precision and grace, and there was no missing the pure joy on his face as he danced. His boyish grin was just a little bit wicked and she laughed as he exaggerated each roll of the hips, hamming it up for his audience in a way that spoke of confidence and a showmanship she really shouldn’t have been surprised by.

She was rather sad when the song ended because he was a joy to watch, but her own grin was broad and challenging as she tapped the controller to add another player. “Oh, you’re so on, Uchiha.”

Shisui used both hands to make a come at me gesture, his grin mischievous and cocky and she wanted to wipe it right off his face. “Bring it on, Pinky.”

It took a moment to find a song she knew, but when she saw a familiar title her face lit up and she couldn’t hit the A button fast enough. It would have been better if she changed clothes first, but she was losing patience already so she stripped off her uniform top, leaving her in a sports bra and the dark pants, and stretched her arms above her head as the game queued the song. “Drum Go Dum” began to play on the character select screen and she chose the fourth dancer and got into position. Shisui shifted out of the way, and she couldn’t hide her smirk when she saw his eyes widen almost comically when she began to dance.

The moves were familiar, and despite the fact that her body was sore from a long shift, she felt her muscles loosen as she shook her hips and arched her spine. It felt good to dance, and she lost herself in the music, hardly paying attention to the screen as the game pinged again and again with a perfect. Midway through the song she cut her gaze to Shisui, who was leaning back against the couch with an appraising look in his eye, arms crossed over his chest and his foot tapping to the beat. The fact that she had his full attention and not the screen made her want to preen. It had been years since she had been on a dance team, but she had missed it. Not just dancing, but performing, and working with her fellow dancers to pull off a difficult sequence. She was pleased to know that her skill hadn’t left her and that her body responded exactly as it had in college.

Sakura held the last pose and tipped her chin to Shisui, more than a little smug as the game awarded her with a perfect score. Shisui laughed and uncrossed his arms to applaud. She took it as her due, dropping her arms to her sides and straightening her spine.

“All right, so you can move a little.” Sakura scoffed and his grin widened. “Let’s see what else you can do.” He held out his hand for the controller and she tossed it to him.

“I’m going to change first, so don’t start without me!” she called over her shoulder as she picked up her discarded shirt and began walking toward her bedroom. “You probably should too if you don’t want to stain that shirt.”

“Why Sakura, are you telling me to strip?”

Sakura turned her head to he could see her rolling her eyes. The shit-eating grin on his face was mischievous and his dark eyes glittered with mirth, and she almost stumbled when he started unbuttoning his shirt further, revealing a damp white undershirt underneath. “Cute.” She fluttered her fingers at him and disappeared into her room to pull on more comfortable clothes.

The rest of the night was spent dancing, and she hadn’t laughed so much in years. Shisui was an incredible dancer, and was just as competitive as she was, but it didn’t take long to realize that they were both too good for the game, so they stopped competing and changed it to a team effort. Shisui was as versatile a dancer as she was, switching easily from Latin music to techno, rock, country, and pop.

The hour grew late and her stomach rumbled. Shisui grinned sheepishly and turned off the game. “I made dinner, but you distracted me when you got home,” he teased, pulling out two covered plates from the fridge.

Sakura grabbed utensils while he reheated their dinner, and then they stood at the counter to eat, too sweaty to bother sitting at the table. The first bite tasted like heaven on her tongue and she closed her eyes, humming happily. “Best roommate ever,” she said, shoveling another forkful into her mouth.

Shisui laughed around a mouthful of food, covering his mouth with his hand politely. He had followed her advice and changed from his work clothes into a loose T-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants, his dark curls damp and sticking to the skin of his neck and brow. Sakura knew that she looked a mess, hair and clothes sticking to her skin, but she hadn’t felt so good in a long time. She knew that it was largely because she had spent the last few hours dancing, but it was also the fact that she was enjoying a delicious meal with someone she was beginning to think of as a good friend instead of one of her best friend’s cousins, and it warmed her from head to toe.

“I’m serious.”

Looking pleased, Shisui grinned at her. “I’m glad you think so.”

They slipped easily into talking about their days, or what they were able to given the need for confidentiality in both of their careers, but Sakura found that it was just so easy to talk to Shisui. He was a good listener, and his insights were astute and often funny enough to make her cheeks hurt with laughter.

She couldn’t miss her friends too much, since she saw them several times a week when either she dropped by their apartment or they came by hers, and she was enjoying her newfound friendship with Rin and Izumi. The situation may have started from a place of desperation, but Shisui had made sure that their shared apartment was home, and she was truly grateful for his generosity. It was a shame she hadn’t known this about him before moving in, but she couldn’t dwell on it. They were friends now, and that was what mattered.


CherryBomb @ch-ch-cherrybomber March 3, 2020
@EatCrowDance FINE, here’s a dance video for you! (*´ω`)o

Izumo and Kotetsu Videography @InuKote March 3, 2020
Replying to @ch-ch-cherrybomber and @EatCrowDance
Oh damn, she can dance! I don’t even like this song, but this is great. Nice job with keeping your skin anonymous with that filter, by the way. Hey, CherryBomb, if you need a videographer… ;) Hit us up!

CherryBomb @ch-ch-cherrybomber March 3, 2020
Replying to @InuKote
Not if you’re going to diss Carly Rae Jepsen. 😤 Call Me Maybe is a good song, dammit!

CherryCrowLuvr @cherrycrow4ever March 3, 2020
Replying to @ch-ch-cherrybomber
omfg my otp is real!!! suck it haters!!!! ╭∩╮(︶︿︶)╭∩╮pls dance together soon!!!!!

CherryBomb @ch-ch-cherrybomber March 3, 2020
Replying to @cherrycrow4ever
We’ve never met, but I’d love to dance with Crow someday! :3 I can’t believe I’m part of someone’s OTP, that’s so cute!

CherryCrowLuvr @cherrycrow4ever March 3, 2020
Replying to @ch-ch-cherrybomber
omfg pls do, u 2 would b so cute 2gether

EatCrowDance @EatCrowDance March 3, 2020
Replying to @ch-ch-cherrybomber
OMG. (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) Wait, wait, I need to do a reaction video!

CherryBomb @ch-ch-cherrybomber March 3, 2020
Replying to @EatCrowDance
(๑>ω<๑)

CherryCrowLuvr @cherrycrow4ever March 3, 2020
Replying to @EatCrowDance and @ch-ch-cherrybomber
omg omg omg omg crow made a ❤ with his hands @ the end omg sooooo cuuuuuute

Izumo and Kotetsu Videography @IzuKote March 3, 2020
Replying to @EatCrowDance and @ch-ch-cherrybomber
Really, man? You’re flirting for real?

EatCrowDance @EatCrowDance March 3, 2020
Replying to @IzuKote
Mayyyyyybeeeeeeee. ;) Why, are you jealous?

Izumo and Kotetsu Videography @IzuKote March 3, 2020
Replying to @EatCrowDance
No, dickhead. Just surprised you’re actually being serious.

EatCrowDance @EatCrowDance March 3, 2020
Replying to @IzuKote
Way to call me out, dudes. (╥︣﹏╥᷅)

CherryBomb @ch-ch-cherrybomber March 3, 2020
Replying to @EatCrowDance and @IzuKote
😘

EatCrowDance @EatCrowDance March 3, 2020
Replying to @ch-ch-cherrybomber and @IzuKote
(⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

Izumo and Kotetsu Videography @IzuKote March 3, 2020
Replying to @EatCrowDance and @ch-ch-cherrybomber
For fuck’s sake. 🙄


Morning Shisui by oliveroot