Author's note: It's only romance if you squint. Not too mention it's so one-sided it's sad.

If I created Naruto instead of Kishimoto, I wouldn't be writing fanfics. Characters are Masashi Kishimoto's.

Trap /træp/

v trapped, trapping [T]

.bad situation.

.in a dangerous place.

Trap. It's one of the first words we learn, no? T. R. A. P… Simple enough.

The chocolate-haired boy laughed, loud and hard. Halloween has just passed, making Christmas the next big holiday. Not that Halloween was much of a holiday. He held out a gloved hand, his heart skipped a beat when he felt the grip. He was still grinning as he pulled her out of the bed of fire-colored leaves. She was still laughing as he brushed the leaves off her. He can't believe she just fell into his little trap like that. And the fact she wasn't angry.

… In your dreams. Being trapped is highly uncomfortable, and complex. Being trapped is when bait is dangled in front of you, yet a bit further than you can reach. It sucks being so close, yet so far. I should know. I'm trapped everyday.

E·lec·tri·fy /i léktrә fī̀/

v electrified, electrifying, electrifies [T]

.charge something electrically.

.thrill somebody.

Fireworks always caught my eye. Ever since I was a little boy, I would beg my grandfather to let me stay awake, just so I can see lights painting the sky.

The summer festival can be simplified to two words: Noisy and Packed. It was hard to maneuver through the crowds, yet the boy managed to reach the top of the rocky terrain. His knuckles turn white as he gripped the metal railing tight. His features were pulled in to an honest grin. The fireworks were lighting the ink sky, yet his eyes were fixed on the one in front of him, here on Earth. And he wonders, ever so silently, if it was possible for that spark he felt every time he was inches from her to be more than static electricity.

Fireworks were my favorite. Still are.

Stuck /stuk/

.unable to find a solution.

.unable to move from a particular position.

.have something you do not want because you cannot get rid of it.

I am stuck in the position most would be proud of: I was somebody's best friend.

She laughed as he stumbled once again. It was clear the boy had eyes, but it was unconfirmed if he was using them to make sure the stretch of sidewalk in front of him was clear of obstructions. He grinned sheepishly at her. "Guess I haven't changed that much, hunh?" She let out a small chuckle. "Y'know, Kono, I've been thinking…" She trailed off as she grasped onto his arm. "Unh-huh?" He asked, unfazed by their intimacy. "It's funny how years ago, we'd swear we'd rather go to hell than talk to each other. And yet, we're best friends." He smiled again, this time it wasn't genuine. "Yeah… Funny…"

Yet, I don't know… It wasn't as satisfying as it used to be. And do you think it's natural for your best friend to be stuck on your mind 24/7?

Love /lΛv/

.romantic attraction.

.care about.

.like/enjoy.

.loyalty.

It's the one word that intimidates me, really. Especially when it's hooked up to her name.

The brunette boy was the one who watched her grow up; excluding the two years he was abroad. He watched her go from stick straight to a receiver of constant wolf whistles. Whether he knew it or not, it became his second habit to glare down any male that stared at her a bit too long for comfort.

He was the one who was brave enough to show concern, even when it resulted getting kicked in his lower region. He tried his best making sure her world wouldn't become the living hell many youths are accustomed to. He made it okay.

He enjoyed every moment he was with her. He was sure if he stretched each moment long enough, 'forever' would be a pathetic comparison. In his mind, subconsciously or not, every moment was memorable.

He was the one who would stand by her side. He would always be there with open arms if she needed a place to go. He was her comfort zone.

Yet, this is the only word that I, Sarutobi Konohamaru, find naturally attached to 'Nabi.