imperfect in your 'perfect' life?"

Naruto's guest grinned bitterly.

"You have no idea who I am either, do you?"

"Yes, a rich bastard who let himself run and now doesn't want to go home because he's scared of Daddy," the blue-eyed man growled disparagingly.

"If you only knew. Money doesn't make you happy, even a backworlder like you should have hit that by now."

"Money always makes you happy! If you have money, you have everything you need to live."

"For sure ?" the black-haired man breathed barely audibly and bowed his head.

"Of course, you can buy food, drink, a house ... everything important ..."

"And what about friendship and love? ... What use is all the money in the world to you when you are lonely, when you are marginalized ..."

"Is that how it is with you ...?"

The Uchiha quickly laughed arrogantly.

"So please, what do you think I am? I have enough friends."

"Oh yeah ... probably a huge bunch of snobs."

"No, all normal guys!""Really? ... Then we could all do something together, you and your team against ours, in football!"

"Uhh ... a ... well-"

"Did I know?" Grinned the blonde. "You have no friends at all."

"So what? I'm still not lonely, at least I can have anything I want."

"Oh yes ?"

"Yes !"

"Well, if you mean and have everything, then you can go to your secret 'I drank too much again' villa and not annoy me!"

"... Well, I could!"

"Then do it and don't be nervous!"

"... only father's servants will report to him immediately."

"Is that my problem?"

"Please! ... I'll pay too!"

"Bah no ... you must have coked with the money or something!"

The corporate heir rolled his jet-black eyes in exasperation and sighed.

"How many times do I have to explain to you that it was a mistake last night and that I'm not a drug-taking bum?"

"Prove it !"

"What do you mean?"

"Hmm ... invite me to dinner with you," the blonde grinned happily and cheekily at the same time.

"W ... what?"

"You have already heard that I would like to have dinner with you, preferably tomorrow. I have tomorrow free too, that would be the perfect end to my vacation!"

"And how do you imagine that? Should I go to my father and say, 'Hey father, I was drunk yesterday and a waiter like that took me home and wants to eat with us.' The only person he ever let in was my fiancée at the time. "

"Great! Then say we're engaged and I'm allowed in." Naruto whistled brightly and began to cover the wooden table.
There was a short minute of silence during which Sasuke had to process this answer first.

“Don't you have them all anymore?” He snapped at him immediately afterwards, so that a cup from his hand and shattered on the floor out of shock.

Baring his teeth like a wild animal, he turned to his involuntary visitor and growled at him."You pay for the cup!"

He quickly turned away and started washing the dishes.

"Did you even listen to me?" The black-haired man continued to simmer and jumped angrily from the table to go into the kitchen.

"Nope!" came it cheeky from his host, who quickly threw a towel in Sasuke's face.

"Stop puffing yourself up and help me dry off!"

Indignantly, the older man pulled the slightly damp cloth from his face and straightened his night-black hair.

"Am I your servant?" he asked angrily, dropping the towel on the floor.

"Let me think about it ... as long as you beg to be allowed to stay here ... YES! So get started, otherwise you can admire my chic apartment from the outside!"

But the pride of an Uchiha couldn't be broken that easily, stubborn, more like a child than an Uchiha, he sat down at the dining room table again.

"Who does he think he is?"
But even Naruto was too proud to just let that sit on him.

"Who does he think he is?" He grumbled in his mind, dropped the dishcloth and stomped over to the table.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the overpowered Sasuke by the collar and threw him out.

He had quickly pulled himself up and wanted to hold the door open, which went pretty wrong.

As a reflex he had reached out his hand, whose fingers were now squeezed between the door and the door frame.

He found it difficult to suppress any sound of pain.

"Shit ... you idiot ... open the door again." he hissed and sucked in a sharp breath.

"Nope! You stay outside!"

"Damn it, my fingers ... are you going to break my hand?"

"What now? Finger or hand?"

"OPEN THE DOOR" yelled the older man and pressed his foot against the troublemaker.

"Why should I ... my mommy forbade me to let strangers in!" he grinned cheekily, but relaxed the pressure so much that he no longer squeezed his hand, just held it."You don't even have one!" growled the older man, wishing he hadn't said that at once.

Because suddenly the pressure increased a lot and he felt his fingers slowly becoming numb.

"Argh ... Naruto ... human ... I didn't mean that ... please ... let my fingers out of there!" Sasuke pleaded.

"Go die !" an angry growl could be heard from the other side, but the voice had a slightly broken undertone.

"I'LL DO THE SAME AS WELL, IF YOU DON'T FINALLY LET MY FINGERS OUT OF THERE!"

"So what !"

"Please! ... What else should I do? I really do everything!"

And exactly this sentence should be the biggest mistake in Sasuke Uchiha's life.