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ⲃⳙⲧⲧⲉⲅ⳨ⳑⲩ	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 4852 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Six
A Single Touch

May 13, 2016
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The warmth of his touch spread like a wildfire.
Blooming at the point of contact at her upper arm, creeping down to her fingers tips, engulfing the entirety of her arm until it tingled. She rubbed at it, unsettled by the sensation, anxiously holding her breath as though that minuscule bit of contact had initiated some obscure countdown to catastrophe.
Very few people had touched her since her rescue, so few she could count them one hand.
Her new doctor, and a nurse; Kurenai and her occasional hand touches across the dinner table that took weeks for her to tolerate without startling.
And now, Naruto Uzumaki.
This was the second time he touched her, and it was no less rattling than it had been the first time, when his larger hand swallowed hers and his terrifying strength lifted her to her feet on the school rooftop.
She swallowed, fumbling with the starchy fabric of her skirt, silently struggling not to unravel over something so small, so inconsequential, so human , as a simple touch from another. Everything inside her recoiled at the possibility of another episode. She’d already dealt with two today, each of those shameful moments of weakness laying like boulders on her slender shoulders.
She didn’t have room for another failure.
Gripping her skirt in clammy fingers that trembled, Hinata fought the inappropriate panic brewing inside the tattered patchwork of her slowly healing psyche.
She could be handle this.
She could be strong .
She could, at least the very least, pretend to be… normal .
After all, this is what she wanted, what she asked for wasn’t it?
A chance to build a new life, to walk in the shoes of a normal girl for once in her less than ideal existence. While her first school hadn’t worked out, she couldn’t keep changing schools in hope that things would improve when the common denominator of all her failures was her . She made the decision to find out if she could fit in with this world, if she could find meaning and purpose to justify continuing to wake up every morning.
She had to remember why she was here…
Though remembering was a minuscule fraction of the battle and wasn’t as solid a foundation to stand on.
Fortunately, right now, despite her shaky resolve, she did have one last line of defense in the form of the little white pill she took in the bathroom minutes earlier. She was already feeling its calming effects in the dampening of her spiked senses, and the aggressive, forced reduction of her skyrocketing stress levels and, consequently, her energy.
Clonazepam was giving her chance to think instead of reacting like a feral stray.
And if she let herself be consumed by her emotions, she’d be wasting that lifeline.
She took silent, stabilizing breath.
Shoving aside her urge to freak out, she tapped into her tools from therapy, replaying the advice of her caregiver, reaching for her own privately whispered hopes for herself that she kept in her heart. She latched on to the well of information, asking one of the questions she was encouraged to ask herself when opportunities to rewire the trauma-based default responses in her brain presented themselves.
Had the touch hurt her?
Made her skin crawl, as shameful as it was to admit, yes.
But hurt, no.
She wasn’t hurt, she had to acknowledge that reality, to process that undeniable fact despite the sick in her stomach, and the subtle tightening in her chest…
And that was a step in the right direction wasn’t it?
Another milestone in her journey to understand that not all touches were meant to hurt.
She repeated it to herself, desperately planting the seed of cognitive reframing as deep as she could before her mind could reject it.
It didn’t hurt.
You’re not hurt.
You don’t have to be scared…
“That’s Tenten.”
She startled, whipping wide eyes to the teen standing beside her, a teen completely oblivious to the meltdown he’d created as he exhaled exasperation at the retreating back of Tenten.
“She’s a friend of mine,” he continued, swinging his cerulean gaze in her direction as Tenten disappeared, “kinda nosy sometimes, but she’s cool.”
He was smiling at her, piercing through her lingering anxiety and the sluggish drag of benzodiazepine circulating through her blood. There was a different flutter in her chest now, a subtle tickle in her belly that always seemed to activate a dusting of pink to her cheeks.
He had a knack for doing that.
Twisting her emotions in confusing ways with nothing but his sunny radiance, creating new ones she hadn’t yet been able to define.
When she wasn’t teetering on the edge of a psychological break, it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.
At the current moment, it was one more external stimuli too many.
“Sh-sh-sh,” she stopped, tasting shame at the back of her throat as her brain-to-tongue-coordination lagged.
She was over wrought.
Too much was happening at once today, she realized that. Words were hard enough for her, trying to push them past her lips without completely butchering each one was near impossible with this afternoon’s episode chaining her tongue to the roof of her mouth.
Despite her blunder…
Naruto didn’t blink. Didn’t react. Didn’t respond at all to her cringe worthy stammer.
His friendly smile hadn’t dipped, and his eyes…they reminded her of Kurenai-san when she was having trouble getting the mechanisms that controlled speech to cooperate.
Patient. Non-threatening.
It gave her that funny tummy feeling again, wrapped up in a wave of renewed nervousness.
She tried a second time, shifting her weight as she quietly, slowly enunciated a polite response, “sh-she seems really n-n-nice.”
He leaned down to hear her whispered words, invading her space with the raging whirlpool that was his presence, rousing her drug induced dulled senses with his earthy, sunshine scent. The first time he did this froze her in place, locking her in a strange limbo of terror and helpless fascination, now, more than a week later, his habit of closing the distance between them was starting to feel a lot less threatening.
More personal, like they were sharing a secret.
She could trace this shift directly to the last ten days.
Naruto Uzumaki had made himself a constant fixture throughout her day, consistently interweaving their free time and scheduled school activities.
They met on the roof every time they had a study period to pour over calculus formulas and principles, and he spoke to her in the halls when he saw her now, even when he was surrounded by his friends and fellow classmates. At lunch he took a seat across from her or saved her a seat at an empty table, spending at least half of his lunch period talking with her before going back to his table of friends, and sometimes, not going back at all.
She hadn’t fully acclimatised quite yet but…Naruto’s presence was starting to become more and more routine for her.
Someone she looked forward to seeing…
“She is,” he answered, drawing her back into their conversation, grinning ruefully as he offered a familiar caveat, “just don’t get on her bad side, dattebayo.”
He said that a lot about many of his female friends, and one of his guy friend that stared at her at sometimes, Kiba Inuzuka; in one breath he’d sing their praises and in the next warn her about their tempers. While it wasn’t the main reason she hadn’t acted on his offer to meet his friends, Hinata couldn’t deny the description of their ticking time-bomb tempers was incredibly off putting. Even if they were kind most of the time, a land mine was still a land mine, and she was a notorious trigger for explosions.
Her daily life was already writhe with challenges, she didn’t want to borrow more trouble.
“You t-t-teased her,” she pointed out, “w-w-wouldn’t that put you on her bad s-s-side?”
“Nah,” he chuckled, “I’ve been on her shit list for a couple weeks now, she’ll get over it though. Come on, let’s get you out to the track. What’s out there anyway? You just looking to hang?”
“Just…need s-s-some air…”
“Want me to chill with you?” he asked, grimacing as he ruffled the short blonde strands at his nape, “I feel bad for the whole cafeteria thing, dattebayo.”
“That w-w-wasn’t your fault,” and she didn’t hold that against him, it was her own short comings that made her uncomfortable sitting where they had at lunch, not anything he’d done, “p-p-please don’t feel b-b-bad-”
“Kinda hard not to, ya know? It’s not like I don’t know how shy you are, and still… guess I wasn’t really thinking at the time,” he admitted, frowning, “I promise I’m not always an inconsiderate asshole.”
“I-I don’t think that,” she denied, shaking her head, eyes wide on his.
In fact, she though the opposite. Naruto was kind. Spending all this time helping her adjust to the school, even if he wasn’t the child that kept her fed for a night and a morning, to her, his patient efforts with her was proof of his compassionate heart.
“R-r-really,” she affirmed, shuffling her feet, “I don’t think that at all…”
“Good to know.”
He was back to grinning, setting off those flutters in her belly all over again.
“And I don’t…m-m-mind if you want to c-c-come with me to the track…” she lied, hoping the offer would ease the guilt that he shouldn’t feel in the first place.
“Cool, lets go, we can walk the track or I can show you the best hang out spot behind the bleachers,” amusement curled his lips, a chuckle leaving his throat, “Ino used to hide back there to get out of running laps during PE. She’s way into her looks and doesn’t like to get ‘sweaty and gross’ running around on the track. You ever get tired of runnin’ that’s the spot to go, ‘ttebayo.”
They spent fifteen minutes on the track, five identifying the ‘PE hidey hole’ and ten walking the middle rink of the marked circular lane, Naruto chatting the entire time, filling her ears with the rough timbre of his voice.
She didn’t mind his chatter, surprisingly.
In fact, she found it soothing to listen to while she emotionally decompressed in the wide open, relatively quiet field, surrendering the lingering threads of panic to the calming effects of Clonazepam and a cool breeze. By the time the school bell chimed an end to lunch, Hinata felt calm and composed, tired but able to finish out her day despite scraping the bottom of the barrel of her energy tank.
Naruto led them back into the school, and into the steady stream of students funneling into the wide halls of Ouran High.
Hinata trailed after him, grateful for his tall bulk easily parting the crush as they headed to fifth period.
A girl passed them by right before they made the first turn down one of the halls that would take them to their classroom, abruptly cutting them off. Her striking green eyes were narrowed in a piercing glare that leveled on Naruto as she stormed by, soft pink hair flowing like a banner behind as her speedy, agitated gate carted her quickly down the hall.
Hinata didn’t know her but she knew of her.
Sakura Haruno, their homeroom teacher Yamato-sensei called her during attendance; Naruto’s ex-girlfriend their classmates whispered.
Naruto never really mentioned his ex, not to her at least, but Hinata could guess why, given that his friends-group was currently divided between male and female, team Naruto and team Sakura, and though there was regular cross by the members it was never Naruto and Sakura. If that wasn’t enough to catch her notice, there was also the snarky speculation over the details of their breakup that passed through the teen rumor mill around her, rumors that the breakup hadn’t been a very nice one.
She could understand why he didn’t bring up his previous relationship.
A small group of girls followed the quick, aggressively snappish pace of the pinkette, girls Hinata saw everyday among her group of classmates; the friends Naruto told her were ‘cool’ as long as she avoided getting on their ‘bad side’.
Ino Yamanaka, Karui Ando, and Tenten Tanaka shot poignant, lingering looks at her but more so at the blonde walking beside her, whispering to each other as they quickened their steps to catch up with the pink-haired teen. They didn’t look angry, not like Sakura, but their facial expressions and body language didn’t seem all that friendly to her.
She peeked up at Naruto, wondering if he had noticed it too.
If he did, he didn’t appear concerned or bothered by the behavior, instead he grinned after the group a beat then turned pearly whites down to her, throwing a question at her as though he hadn’t seen his ex storm by them with a glare that could surely flay flesh from bone, “think Sarutobi-sensei’s gonna drop another pop quiz today? Hope not, that last one was brutal.”
She wanted to ask him about the situation, if he’d sensed anything out of the ordinary, but…
That would be a bit forward on her part, and it wasn’t really her place to ask those types of questions.
She answered him instead, waiting for him to dip to hear her better before saying, “p-p-possibly, last time s-s-sensei highlighted parts of his lesson and w-w-when he does that, he tests us s-s-soon after.”
His blonde brows rose to his hairline, cerulean eyes wide with realization, “you’re right he does, why didn’t I notice that before?” he muttered, cupping his chin thoughtfully before giving her a left corner lip curl, “damn you’re smart, ‘ttebayo.”
Her stomach tightened but not in a bad way.
It was a familiar sensation now, one that served as a precursor to really aggressive tummy flutters and ripened tomato cheeks.
Hinata wasn’t used to compliments, and Naruto wasn’t shy about giving them.
On their second study session is when he started throwing them out, really gaining traction after his next two calculus homework assignments were returned with really high marks. Now, everything she did seemed to draw his praise, from the simplest observations to the biggest puzzle pieces that eluded him when he opened a calc textbook.
She was starting to believe he actually meant it, even though she knew it wasn’t true.
Someone smart wouldn’t endure abuse in silence, passing up opportunities to run, or call for help.
Someone smart wouldn’t live a life ruled by panic and fear long after being rescued, or pop pills in a school bathroom over something so silly as uncomfortable seating in a crowded cafeteria.
Someone smart wouldn’t stutter and stammer like a tongue-tied idiot the way she did.
She wasn’t smart, certainly not where it really counted, but…
It was nice to pretend she was when he called her that, if only for a little while.
Nearing the door of their destination, the crowd began to thin and people she recognized joined them in the hall, many of which were his friends he’d left at the lunch table. She slowed a bit, staying on the outer rink of the forming group, avoiding the curious glances in her direction, though giving Naruto a little wave to show she didn’t mind being left behind as he caught up with his friends. It seemed like he was going to say something, but Kiba hooked an aggressive, painful looking one-arm hold around his neck, drawing a sympathetic wince from her despite the fact that Naruto didn’t flinch. Whatever the shaggy-haired, feral looking teen whispered to him knocked the annoyed glare from his blue eyes, completely snagged his attention and turned his frown upside down.
“Yeah I saw,” Naruto chuckled in answer as he was swept away by the other boys, “pissed off and bitchy like an angry bull, and no, that doesn’t mean it’s ‘your turn’ now. We’re still a work in progress, ‘ttebayo. And by the way, don’t expect me to be your wingman when it’s over either, even I’m not that big of an asshole to saddle someone else with you .”
Insulted by the comeback, Kiba tightened his grip, jerking the taller man by the neck through the classroom door with a scowl.
“Kiba Inuzuka, stop the horseplay and let go of Uzumaki right now,” Sarutobi-sensei called from inside the room, his tobacco roughened voice booming despite its permanent, gravely hoarseness, “come in and take your seats everyone, there’s work to be done and not much time to do it. You all have an important assignment this week, and the sooner we start the better. ”
That announcement didn’t particularity catch her attention, Hiruzen Sarutobi was always caroling them into class in a bid to utilized every second of their fifty minute learning block to cram in as much of the ‘fundamental science’ called physics into their ripe young minds.
They broke off in separate directions, Naruto pushing off Kiba and continuing on to his desk across the classroom and she to the safety of her desk in the back right corner.
Head down, eyes on to the floor as others brushed by her, Hinata found her chair and sat down, dropping her bag next to her. She fished out her textbook as class A settled around her, then looked up at the board for an outline of today’s agenda.
She froze, staring at the whiteboard as her heart began a painful drumbeat in her chest.
Group Project! was written in big, bold, black marker right in its center.
The day she dreaded had finally come…
At the start of her enrollment, Kurenai, the principal, upper administration and her teachers met and agreed on giving her a few weeks to adjust and become comfortable before she’d need to worry about forced collaborative groups of learning or even speaking in class.
Now it seemed, her grace period was up.
Unexpected news that made her really bad day even worse.
Her panicked eyes whipped back to her teacher, her muted ears picking up the last bits of his words.
“…ten groups of three,” Sarutobi-sensei announced, rolling up the long sleeve of his tanned shirt to look at his watch, “you have exactly five minutes to find your partners, starting now.”
Without hesitation, without fore thought it happened, an unconscious search for an anchor in rapidly approaching, turbulent seas. Her wide eyes sought him out, whipping across the ocean of students separating them, a gap that felt ten times wider in that moment than it had since finding her assigned place in the far back corner on her first day in this class.
Already angled in her direction in his chair, Naruto smiled at her, reassuring and soothing, as though he sensed her turmoil the moment it started and was already prepared to calm it.
Hinata had never, never, had someone she could turn to when the world around her grew scary.
Someone willing to reach out and pull her from the very eye of the storm.
But maybe… maybe she was closer to having someone like that than she had ever dreamed she would…
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“Oi, Hinata, wanna be partners?” Naruto called across the room, turning heads his way as he’d anticipated, one bubblegum-colored cranium in particular remaining stubbornly angled in the opposite direction.
The fact that she didn’t look wasn’t just satisfying, but extremely telling.
They always partnered for projects, even when they were broken up. Pathetic simp that he was beginning to define his past self as, Naruto always made sure he was in her group so he could spend that forced closeness trying to thaw out the cold shoulder she always gave him a little bit faster. It worked every time, Sakura liked when he was up her ass and begging for attention, so for him to bypass her and team up with another girl, one he’d been trailing after since their breakup, really had to piss her off, even more than she’d let slipped the way she charged down the hallway earlier.
If she thought this was bad, he had more in store for her. By the time he was through, she’d be up his ass and begging him for attention.
His gloating died a quick death as he turned his attention back to his prospective new girlfriend.
Shit.
He did it again.
Like the lunchroom all over again, she was in the spot light alongside him, but she looked so relieved he was teaming up with her that it left him relived in return.
He hadn’t lied just to manufacture a scene for Sakura to see or hear about through gossip earlier when he insisted on keeping Hinata company on the track, it hadn’t even come to his mind actually, he really did feel bad drawing so much attention to her when he knew how painfully shy she was.
He needed to reign that in better, think before he shouted across the room or picked a display seat at lunch.
Wasn’t nescessary anyway, Sakura couldn’t keep her eyes off them even when he wasn’t being loud and obvious.
Hinata nodded, though she rung her hands together nervously beneath her desk.
He frowned at that, sighing silently.
She really needed to be more confident. Pretty girl like her, with a figure like that should be more arrogant than Ino or Kiba, that’s how it usually worked.
A familiar, and wholly predictable presence moved into the space just over his right shoulder.
‘ Speak of the arrogant prick …’ he thought, rolling his eyes skyward.
“Hey Naruto, let’s team u-”
“Nope,” Naruto shot back, palm to the slobbering mutt’s aggravated face, pushing the perverted Inuzuka right back down in his seat as tapped on the shoulder of the teen in front him, “hey, Shino wanna team up?”
Turning in his seat, pushing his darkened, circular glasses further up his nose, “I cannot. Why? Because Kiba lacks self control around girls and if he is able to partner with a girl in our class, one of us will need to reign him in. Shikamaru is too lazy, Lee is easily mislead, and you are partnered already with Hyuuga-san, that leaves the responsibility to me.”
Shino had a point, someone had to make sure Kiba didn’t get his balls kicked into his stomach by the girls of class A.
Only girl that wouldn’t was already in Naruto’s group.
“Fuck off, Shino, does it look like I need a babysitter?” Kiba growled, leaning over his desk.
Stoic faced Shino turned to his irritated friend, adjusted his glasses as he always did when he was about to piss someone off and answered, “yes.”
“Hey, Uzumaki.”
Naruto’s gaze swiveled in the direction of the call, blonde brow arching as he watched three teens, Shinji Yoshida, Bunta Hayashi and Takao Abe weave through the milling students between them. Three boys that had never tried to be his group partners before, and he knew they weren’t trying to now. They were pretty fuckin bold to try and horn in on his group in a painfully obvious ploy to get at Hinata, knowing Naruto was the current front runner for her attention, a move that reeked of Kiba Inuzuka.
“You need a third for your group?” Bunta asked, shoving his hands in the pockets of his uniformed pants, shaking his head to uncover his left, gray from the sandy brown strands hanging over his forehead.
“Bunta’s not even top ten in the class,” Takao threw out, ignoring the glare Bunta shot at him, his dark eyes as dark as his short cropped hair, “I’d be a way better pick than him.”
Naruto just barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes.
“You’re barely top ten,” Shinji pointed out, honey brown eyes sharp and contrasting with the deep green of his long, single braided hair, “I’m-”
“Sorry, guys, Shikamaru’s our third,” Naruto told all three teens dismissively, pointing at the drowsy looking teenage genius resting his head on folded arms atop his desk behind them, “can’t get any higher than number one, dattebayo.”
Grumbling and annoyed frowns followed the announcement, but without a leg to stand on, they retreated.
Naruto glanced over at Hinata.
She was surrounded by a few guys that hadn’t gotten the memo, either ignoring or missing the three teens he rejected. Hinata was Hinata, shaking her bowed dark head as the boys attempted to coax a place in her group, her body language a louder rejection than any spoken word ever could be. Naruto stood up and made his way over to disperse the crowd, feeling like Hinata’s own personal bouncer.
He passed by Ino, Karui and Sakura huddled together in the midway point between him and Hinata, forcing himself not to glance in their direction, knowing his indifference would burn worse than a smug glance.
“Group’s full already,” Naruto told the bunch, shooing them like flies, “gonna have to find somebody else guys.”
A chorus of ‘ahhh man’ and one spite-ridden mumble of ‘course Uzumaki’s gets her, been all over her all week’ followed as the teens moved on, searching out the last few students that weren’t currently struggling to make top twenty to partner with.
That settled, Naruto turned his attention to one third of his group.
She looked nervous but thankfully not near tears like earlier.
He grabbed Shota Okamoto’s vacant desk directly left of her, dragged it closer to her desk and took a seat. Leaning towards her, he said, “Shikamaru’s our third, but don’t worry about him. He usually sleeps through group projects. We usually just give him his part and he finishes it on his own. It’s kinda crazy though, because his part always fits perfect with whatever the rest of the group is doing, like he’s got some sorta ESP or something. It’s pretty weird, ‘ttebayo.”
Looking even more relieved, Hinata nodded.
A classmate hovered over them a beat, placing a single piece of paper on both their desks before moving on to their neighbors.
Naruto picked it up, Hinata doing the same in his peripheral.
A list of the projects was printed on the pages, eight in total:
1. Understanding the Solar System
Assignment: Create a scale model of the solar system.
2. The Physics of Sound Waves
Assignment: Analyze the sound wave patterns produced by different musical instruments.
3. Exploring Electromagnetism
Assignment: Construct a simple electric motor or electromagnetic crane.
4. The Magic of Optics
Assignment: Investigate the properties of lenses and build a basic telescope or microscope.
5. Renewable Energy Sources
Assignment: Design and test a small-scale wind turbine or solar panel setup.
6. Thermodynamics in Action
Assignment: Experiment with heat engines or build a model refrigerator.
7. Studying Fluid Dynamics
Assignment: Investigate the principles of aerodynamics through paper aeroplane models or wind tunnel experiments.
8. Gravitational Forces
Assignment: Perform experiments to understand the concept of gravity and gravitational acceleration.
9. Projectile Motion Analysis
Assignment: Study the trajectory of projectiles and factors affecting their path, such as air resistance.
10. Magnetic Levitation
Assignment: Create a magnetic levitation device and understand the principles behind it.
“Hmmm, the first one sounds super easy,” Naruto hummed, turning to Hinata with conspiratorial grin, “our group gets to pick first since Sarutobi-sensei goes by rank for this kinda stuff. Easy A, dattebayo.”
She nodded along with his plan, looking more at ease than he’d seen her all day.
Maybe a little too at ease?
Her eyes were kinda droopy like she was ready for a nap, and her shoulders were tensionless and lax. Probably after lunch food comma kicking in.
It was cute on her though.
“Now that you all have your groups, and have read through the worksheet, we’ll go around the room and have each group choose a project,” Saratobi-sensei announced, “we’ll start with highest rankings first. Shikamaru Nara, your group picks first.”
The classroom turned as one, zeroing in on the top student in the school sleeping at his desk.
Saratobi-sense sighed.
Like some of their teachers, their physics teacher was mostly resigned to Shikamaru’s inability to stay awake, and though it irked him to have a student sleep in class, the old man couldn’t deny Ouran High’s brightest wasn’t missing anything. Everyone knew Shikamaru could teach this class just as well, maybe even better, than most teachers in the school.
Surveying the classroom, the mildly annoyed instructor asked, “is anyone paired with Shikamaru?”
Naruto raised his hand, then pointing to Hinata, “We are.”
“Very well, since Shikamaru is…indisposed, go ahead and pick a project from the whiteboard.
Naruto grinned at the old man, “number one, Jiji-sensei.”
The class broke out in a chorus of discontent, upset that the easiest project was snatched up on the first pick.
“Uzumaki,” their teacher rumbled over the noise, pinning the grinning teen with a glare for the inappropriate address, “I would hate to have another conversation with your parents.”
He would too. Mom would strangle him.
“Sorry Sensei,” Naruto apologized with cheeky smile.
“Now, next group…”
For the next few minutes, Sarutobi-sensei went around the room for each group’s pick, and while his drowning chatter continued on, Naruto felt his pocket vibrate. His blue eyes cut across the room, landing on his teacher.
Sarutobi-sensei had his back turned, writing down group names beside his listening of projects.
Quick as striking snake, with the ease of years of practice, Naruto checked his phone, nearly dissolving into cocky chuckles as he read the line of text.
BubbleGumGoddes : u’ll get tired of playn this dumb game n i wont take ur sry ass back when u do
He didn’t look in the direction of his ex as he typed out his reply, too annoyed to pretend that he wasn’t.
Naruto : not playing a game im doing my own thing maybe u should try it since u have so much time on ur hands to b worried about who im with
That said, he stuffed his phone back in his pocket and leaned over to plan his project with Hinata.
Ignoring the next buzz that hit his pocket.
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