Day 2
OK, so I managed to go to school today without running off when I saw him. Even if he looked like a lemon flavored candy in that neon yellow T-shirt I wouldn't mind licking at all, I stood my ground. My pervert-self was, once again, locked behind mental bars of iron, wooden closet, desk and couple of chairs.
Judging by the small, relief filled smile he gave me I gathered he was glad I was all right. I kept myself rooted to the spot, not letting this damned body fail me and glomp the picturesque blonde right there- while Umino was watching us.
I suspected Umino knew of my infatuation with his favorite student, but I paid it no mind. I'll just let that perverted teacher, Hatake, deal with him. He was more than glad to occupy the brown-haired teacher's time.
Nothing interesting happened; I returned to my normal school activities, before the entire 'confess' thing started occupying my time (watching Naruto, talking to Naruto, sharing lunch with Naruto, teasing Naruto, casually touching Naruto, insulting Naruto, fighting with Naruto, shadowing Naruto's every move)- the only thing different from being a couple was lack of kisses, sensual touches and of course, feelings. As far as I've known, to Naruto I was only his weird, emo-looking, and tomato-obsessed best friend that had an irking to strangle the half of this planet. Sometimes, I got a feeling like that near him, if not for his annoying loudness than for his mother-fucking obliviousness.
Anyway, I decided to be a good friend today and wait for him. He had an after-school football practice which he rarely missed. Naruto, for being such a small guy, was really sportive. Always hyper, up and about and the thing I liked the most, quite bendable. Oh yeah, he had the most amazing, taunting, bronze, sensual and bendable body. An ideal uke, I say.
Not to mention his lack of gag reflex, that I planned to put into a good use. As soon as I confessed. Which I would do today, mind you. Right after his practice, when I walked him home. Find some secluded place, tell him I liked him and go ahead and kiss the living daylights out of him. With a wandering grope here and there. And etc.
Then, he walked out of the showers, right into the locker room where I waited; interrupting my fantasy with his almost naked (that towel was so tiny) glory. Dripping wet like a mysterious mermaid (man, man, delicious little man!) and fueling my fantasies further.
The last I heard was his melodious voice, screaming 'Sasuke! Sasuke!'- That did not help. I left myself go to the world of dreams, both my pervert-self and me twitching in a sweet, sweet agony.
*feeling suddenly anemic with a very happy little friend