Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
.Elevator.
You wanted to cry as you looked up the three flights of stairs. It wasn't that you had a problem walking up them, the problem was that the elevator – the good ol' trustworthy elevator – was down for maintenance.
That still wouldn't have been a huge problem.
No the true problem was that you were fifteen minutes late for your morning class and still had to drop off your crap in the music room (you sent a mental apology to your instrument, it wasn't crap, it was just the moment).
With a huge sigh you began to trudge up the steps, only for a hand to pull you back down the first step.
"Excuse you, mother-"
"Language (Name)."
You groaned. It was too early to deal with this, you were late, your backpack was heavy, your instrument was heavier, the day had just started and you wanted it to be over. That was a constant every day feeling, now you had to deal with this.
"I'm late Madara."
"Obviously," he said, taking your backpack from you and shouldering it. "Come on." He led the way up the staircase and while you were mildly peeved (it was too early goddammit!) you were happy.
Not only was the dark haired Uchiha actually pleasant and helpful today, you got to check out that cute butt of his for three flights of stairs.
Maybe the elevator being broken wasn't such a bad idea?
AN:
So I am very sad and upset that there is no cute Madara fanfiction, so I decided to write my own. It's only going to be about 25 drabbles long so I hope you guys enjoy. The stories will change, sometimes it'll be set in the Modern World or in the Clan Era days.
So, ahh, enjoy~
Sorugao-Bandgeek