I've always known myself for someone who thinks she knows how to write Sasuke stories. But then, I am proven wrong countless of times by my shitty Sasuke drafts and almost always I end up making him cliche and OOC and gross. Then, I've found a recent discovery: Writing a Naruto story is actually really fun. Naruto isn't my type of guy for a love interest in a story, (I'm more of a Sasuke kind, but then again, tsunderes are hard) but he's a big blob of happiness and joy and it makes me fall in love with him. Oh, I don't know. At any rate, just read and review.
PS: The lower case is on purpose. I used to have a lower case fetish when I wrote this. Don't worry, I'll use proper capitalization in the next chapters.
PPS: It's Christmas break! So I have lots of time to update ALL stories. Yay!
Disclaimer: i do not own naruto [shippuden], it is rightfully owned by masashi kishimoto, whom i deeply respect despite writing off my most favorite characters or despite creating heartbreaking plot twists, etc. cover is not mine, definitely. but the plot is, and my original characters.
preface
his thin lips suddenly frowned at me, with his lips pursed, but in my eyes it looked more like a pout. he looked like a little boy who had been deprived of his toys. i suppressed my smile by covering half of my face with an open book.
after the little paper shuriken fiasco two days ago, i had found myself under the shade of a large sakura tree, with a boy - a boy! - right beside me, sitting too close than needed. yesterday, the blonde boy was smiling at me, regaling me whimsical jokes about anything - his friends, the teachers, school, life, etc. - he even had the audacity to tease me!
but now, the corner of his lips dipped. and, somehow, it left me slightly perturbed.
so i mustered up all my introverted courage to ask him, 'what's wrong?'
the boy cocked his head to the side, in speculation, wonder, or even anger, i will never know. ever so slightly, my eyebrows were knit together at his behavior. usually he was a boisterous, ostentatious boy, but now...
seconds passed before the boy decided to tell me what was really wrong. he sighed before admitting, 'it's just that i've never seen you smile.'
my eyebrows rose at his observation. but then, i blinked and had nothing to answer, for once
