Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto-san. I own nothing and I make nothing from writing this.
A/N: This was originally part of a vignette called convictions, written by me, of course. If anyone wants to read the rest of the chapters, then just PM me. Also, this little fic is complete and probably won't be continued. Rated T because of the language.
Loose Lips
"I fucking love you, okay?"
It echoed through his head over and over again. He'd been stupid to yell it in a room full of his closest friends, at a blonde man that probably didn't even feel the same way. It was just—
He didn't—
There was only so much you could take of the heartbreak in Naruto's eyes when Sasuke said something hurtful or when Sakura turned down his date offers.
The room had grown eerily quiet after his outburst and his friends stared at him as if he had sprouted wings or another head. Kiba felt blood fill his cheeks as well as the backs of his ears. He was so fucking embarrassed right now.
Naruto was sitting across from him, chopsticks halfway to his mouth. The bit of rice at the tip fell back to his plate, forgotten.
Panic surged through Kiba, threatening to make him puke up the sake he'd been drinking even before dinner started. This wasn't happening.
This could not be fucking happening.
"Kiba—" Naruto started off saying, his voice careful, cautious, like saying something was going to end the world right then and there.
Kiba managed a weak laugh as he pushed himself to his feet, avoiding Naruto's gaze. He couldn't even remember what they had been talking about before he'd blurted out his private and most unwanted secret.
"Excuse me," he said quickly, a hand covering his mouth as soon as he turned away to leave. There was a clatter of something behind him as he left the room, but he didn't turn around to check what it was.
He left the restaurant and never looked back.