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His brother’s expression has Sasuke’s smirk drop off his face. His jaw sets. The rush is gone from his body, leaving behind swirling feelings of discontent and guilt. 

“You sounded just like him just now,” he remarks with a frown. Sasuke keeps his eyes on the road and doesn’t saying anything. In fact he reaches out to the radion and turns up the volume. Letting Rise Against’s song ‘Bullshit’ blare through the small car. 

He comes up to the highway ramp and speeds up to beat the yellow light. Focusing on merging onto the highway, he leans forward and checks over his shoulder a few times before sliding into left most lane. 

There’s an apology leaving Itachi’s mouth, but it won’t reach him. Sasuke’s decided the conversation is over, and Itachi will give him that much. That wasn’t his intention. He simply wanted to explain that Sasuke was allowing his emotions to rule him, and while having them wasn’t bad– at the moment they were proving negative, and possibly putting both their lives in danger.

Itachi settles his hands in his lap. He’ll go on and remain quiet then. But he can’t quite help Sasuke if Sasuke drowns out his attempts.

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Sasuke shakes his head with a snort. “I wouldn’t call it worried, more like disappointed.” 

He presses on the gas once the light turns green. The needle on the dashboard clearly goes over the speed limit, but Sasuke doesn’t heed to it. Instead he goes faster, switches lanes, then passes the car in front of them before merging back into their original lane.  

“I want to take four classes for my senior year, but he’s not convinced.” His grip on the steering wheel tightens. 

“Did you take a full course load your senior year?” 

“Yes. But that was me, Sasuke. …Please do be careful.” A small, worried warning, hands loosely on the edge of his seat. He is safely tucked into the seatbelt, at least. 

“I’m sure you will be fine. His feelings on your choices don’t matter in the end,.” This he tries to reassure. Sasuke was not so good with the pressure, as evidenced by the speeding… 

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Sasuke locks the door behind him and leads the way to his car. The sight of his black Scion FRS settles some of his frustrations knowing that he bought it with his own money. Well most of his own money. Itachi helped some, and his mother did too.

Settling in the driver’s seat, he connects his phone and presses shuffle on his Spotify. He’d let the app select their songs.

“I’m feeling the batting cages,” he mentions to Itachi. Making sure the street is clear, Sasuke pulls out of the driveway and speeds down the street. As he stops at a red stoplight, Sasuke shoots a glance in his brother’s direction. 

“Dad is really getting on my case for senior year,” he grumbles. 

“You’re doing fine.” He’s seen the scores, and has heard the discussions. Naturally, Fugaku wants Sasuke to remain at the top of his class, but it was his senior year. He was allowed to relax a little.

“He’s worried about your GPA. It won’t take a nose dive because you have your own priorities occasionally.”  Simple as that.