After turning in his work, he was permitted to leave early.
He did, Deidara wouldn't announce the next assignment until the next class. He had an idea of what he would like to do, he simply hoped it coincided with what Deidara expected. It was likely, they tended to think along the same lines.

With his hands in his pockets and his head down, he roamed the halls of the University.
He would hear, without really hearing, students pass him, some making rude comments, some muttering to themselves, shoes squeaking upon the squeaky clean floors, doors opening and closing.
Of course, when he turned the corner, he did under no circumstance ever imagine something so... so... hilarious.

It was the rival geniuses, Sasuke and Neji, kissing!
He put his hand over his mouth, hiding his huge grin, trying not to laugh and he quickly backed up around the corner.
What? What?
They... What? He took a short run down the hall and off campus. Once safely off campus, beside the tree he had drawn, he started laughing, doubling over and holding his stomach. Laughing like mad. Neji..., who hated him because he thought he was gay. Sasuke who hated him for some reason. Kissing. Totally fucking, lip-locked, trying to suck each other's faces off, kissing.
At last, he stopped laughing and just sat there in the grass, gazing up at the dark green leaves and the bright, pale blue sky. He wouldn't tell anyone what he'd seen. He wasn't that type of person. But it was still..., shocking to say the least. He had never suspected the two of them..., they seemed to hate each other. Really, though, they were almost identical in personality. The main difference between them was that Sasuke had been orphaned and Neji was part of a large family.

He leaned back on his hands, gazing up at the leaves, his tanned face tilted to the sky, his blue eyes pensive.
Doing or saying anything about what he'd seen would be stupid. No one knew about them, clearly. They always seemed at odds. Trying to out-do the other. It didn't make sense..., given Neji's attitude towards him.
Of course..., if he was deeply closeted, the hatred made sense. He was probably raised that way. Many people were.
He sat and gazed at the leaves blowing gently in the wind for a while longer.

At last, he returned to his apartment.
He fixed his ramen, still deep in thought.
Just because it made sense..., didn't make it right. His thoughts on the matter, or their actions. Neji viewed him as a failure. He always would. There wasn't anything he could do to change it. He wasn't as smart as he was. He was average.

He heaved a sigh as he removed his ramen from the microwave. Stupid Neji and Sasuke. Stupid psyche class making him analyze shit.
Making a face at his ramen, he scarfed it down before returning to his room, where he promptly fell on to the bed. He covered his face with the cool pillow and felt slightly better. He would do something about that problem. But first, his other idea. It would be at least a week though before he could work on it. It would surely drive him insane in that time. He would have to find something distracting to do.

Kiba? No, he had lots of classes. Lee? No..., he was dating Sakura, who still despised him. Kakashi? No..., he was probably with Iruka. Zaku? He hadn't seen him in years. Rumor had it though, that he was studying at the university, even lived on campus.
Wouldn't be hard to track him down.

And so, he changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and a pale orange large shirt, and went back to the university.
He was extremely lucky, Zaku was walking out of his room as Naruto approached.

"Hey!" He grinned, waving and jogging up to the purple haired male.

"Oh hey, Naruto Uzumaki, right?" he asked, his deep voice reverbeating from within his chest.

"Yeah. I was wondering, if you're not busy, would you want to hang out?"

"Uh, yeah sure. I was just about to head to the rings. You fight?"

"I haven't, but if you need a sparring partner, gladly!" Naruto grinned as they began to walk.

Zaku glanced down at him.
"Well I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm pretty agile!" Naruto protested.

"If you're absolutely sure man," Zaku shrugged.

"Of course!"

Upon reaching the gym, they went down the stairs to the rings.
As Naruto had said, he was very agile, Zaku only managed to hit him a couple of times, always missing just barely because Naruto would wait as long as he could before moving.
Dripping sweat, they climbed out of the ring.

"You're pretty amazing man."

"Haha, thanks." Naruto grinned.

Zaku stood and stretched his long arms over his head, his shirt raising slightly to give Naruto a glimpse of the pale skin beneath. Blushing, he turned away.

"You wanna go get something to eat?"

"Sure," Naruto said quickly, beginning to walk towards the stairs, the blush still heating his cheeks.

Zaku was definitely a distraction.
Food consisted of pizza, which Naruto had some sauce on his chin, which Zaku had absolutely no qualms about simply leaning over and licking off and then returning to his own pizza as if nothing had occured.
Naruto returned to his apartment around 11, after having pizza, they had gone to hang in the park. Which had turned into a long, tiring game of tag. Still though, Zaku must like him. He was totally flirting! Naruto laughed as his hand covered his eyes. Why did his distraction have to be so... Distracting? Still grinning, he fell asleep.

At last, the day for the new art project had come. In a very good mood, Naruto dressed in a pair of bright white skinny jeans and a black shirt that hung off him. He threaded his headphone cord down his shirt, nodding to the beat of Falls Apart by Thousand Foot Krutch as it began once he turned his iPod on.
Deidara explained the new project was to depict something meaningful in their lives. It could be a person, an event, a thing, anything was possible. So long as it's meaning was clear to the artist. Blowing up of projects would happen on the weekend, any who wished to attend, were welcome.

And with that, he left everyone to their work, working on his own project, clay birds.

Naruto was drawing the Hokage faces, how he'd painted them. Except the paints were black, the faces white. The outlines were all done lightly in gray pencil. He was only finished with the first by the time class ended. Disappointed only slightly, he put up his work and washed his hands. After this project, he was going to do something very important. And with any luck, he could convince Deidara to not destroy it, perhaps replicate it, but let everyone replicate it, in their unique styles, and hang it throughout the halls. It was doubtful, but he would try. He had time, at least a week, maybe even two.

Still thinking, he left the class room, he wondered if Zaku would want in. Or Lee, or Kiba, or Hinata? Definetely Hinata.
A grin spreading across his face, he walked faster, Hinata. He had to go talk to her.