Three days passed by without a single hitch. Temari and Kankuro, true to their word, came by the next morning and picked up Gaara for breakfast at one of the restaurants off campus since Gaara wouldn't be able to travel very far on foot, and affording a taxi would be a luxury he would only get once in a blue moon. The two siblings would banter while Gaara tuned them out, answering only if they asked him specific questions, and only if his mouth wasn't full of the spicy sausage which he enjoyed so much. All too soon, Temari would be putting up the seats for the now empty and spacious van, which allowed Kankuro to hide in the back seat while Temari drove home.

"Are you sure you'll be alright Gaara? If you need or want to come home at any time, just give us a call and we'll come get you, alright?" Temari asked while hugging him to her. She wasn't one for tears, so she wouldn't cry. At least, not while anyone was looking.

"Lighten up, Temari. He'll be fine. There's plenty of fine ass for him to stare at in between classes, right little brother?" Kankuro asked, grinning at him, to which Gaara only returned with a blank face. He wasn't all that excited about looking at 'fine ass'. Especially since none of them were Deidara's fine ass, not that he really wanted to see the blonde's, either.

"Be careful." He would tell them both, watching them cram into the car and drive off back towards their sandy home ten hours away. Gaara was more worried about them, since a lot of the time he was the middle man in keeping them from totally killing each other, and usually was the one who would do important things like buy groceries and keep them both from getting totally smashed. He knew that Temari had Shikamaru though, and that he was planning on moving in since there was now room. Gaara had the biggest room, and now that he was at University Temari could move all hers and Shikamaru's things in there.

He had also become more acquainted with his new living space. The campus was huge, having it's own grocery stores, rec center, and restaurants apart from all of the school buildings. His dorm also had a lot of amenities, a game room off to the side of the foyer as well as a cafeteria. In addition, each floor had it's own shared kitchen with stoves, sinks, cutlery, pretty much all the necessities for a kitchen, and also a laundry room for each floor. There wasn't a reason that he would need to leave the campus, but he knew that he would want to eventually. The trees made him feel enclosed compared to the open shifting sands in the desert, and although he thoroughly appreciated the cooler climate, he did not enjoy feeling enclosed in a smaller space.

Then there was his roommate. He was slowly getting used to the smell of wet dog, but there were other things that he was definitely not going to get used to. The dog, one that he had come to know was named Akamaru, would always be up at the crack of dawn, yipping for Kiba to get up, which the brown haired man happily obliged. Gaara, being an insomniac, had the hardest time falling asleep let alone staying asleep, so that meant he would get up too with only a few hours to sleep. He knew that if he didn't manage to get in a nap during the day, it wouldn't be long before he started falling asleep in his classes.

Monday came all too quickly for them, which meant the start of classes, and for Gaara also meant that his summer vacation was already over. He was used to having a good three months of relaxation, so this one month thing just wasn't cutting it. Combined with his new alarm clock going off at five a.m. he could feel the crankiness swell in his mind. He went into the kitchen area groggily and grabbed himself some oatmeal to eat, not in any rush since he had planned out his classes to start no earlier than ten a.m. So that he could sleep in. That plan obviously went out the window.

He was eternally grateful when he discovered that Kiba's classes started at seven in the morning, and that the brunette took the small dog with him everywhere he went. It gave Gaara a chance to lay back down in his bed for two more hours after they had left. He knew he would need to train his body to go back to sleep, but until then laying down and still would be good enough. When his normal alarm at nine went off he would still be awake, but he felt more refreshed than he had in the past three days with his roommate constantly there in the morning. He felt almost joyful putting together his school supplies and making a cup of coffee, not that anyone looking at him could tell.

After a long shower and some much needed recon on the map around campus, Gaara headed out for his classes, locking the door behind him and trudged to the stairs, not bothering with the elevator. He enjoyed the fact that it was quiet in the halls of the dorm, most people already being in class by that point. Unfortunately for the red head, that silence wasn't going to last long.

"Hey wait up! Your the guy from the other day! Gaara, right?" Instantly all that there was of Gaara's good mood slipped away. He recognized that voice, it was the voice of danger calling out his name. It was a danger that Gaara chose to ignore, but the blonde just kept going on like a broken record. It was enough to set Gaara on edge, pushing him into an uncomfortable state he hadn't really been in before.

"...Then I have swim, though that's probably the easiest class I gt since the rest are going to b a pain in the ass. OH! And also 3D design, since, you know, need to be able to actually put the games together, they don't just create themselves, you know? Maybe we could get together for lunch or something, unless you have a different time for lunch, then we'd have to do dinner..." Gaara Continued onto his class, resisting the urge to tell the blonde to fuck off, no, he was better than that. He did his best not to be violent, he'd spent most of his middle school years surrounded by violence, and he hated it. He decided to just go with it, listening to the blonde go on and on, learning that he was going to school to be a video game designer, which gave Gaara a sense of relief. That meant that they wouldn't have a lot, if any, classes together, since Gaara was majoring in business.

It wasn't until Gaara was right outside his class that he decided to speak up. The blonde had followed him all the way there for whatever reason, never giving up on trying to get something out of Gaara. "...There's this really cool series out that I wanna go check out, well it's mainly for the band that's featured in it, but-"

"You should get to class." Gaara said shortly, cutting off the blonde's sentence completely. It wasn't until that moment that he realized he hadn't looked at Naruto once the entire way, and when he did he regretted it, face falling into a frown. Naruto noticed, he could read people like a book, but said nothing about it.

"Crap, you're right! And it's on the opposite side of campus too! Shit, bye Gaara!" The blonde said, running off. Gaara blinked and walked into class. So his class started the same time Naruto's did, though he wasn't confident that Naruto would be on time often, if at all. Seeing him just once in the morning wasn't going to be all that bad.

His first three classes were completely uneventful, save for the heaps of homework he accumulated for all three, but most of it was reading, which Gaara didn't mind. It was the assignments where he had to share things about himself he dreaded, being enclosed by walls upon walls that not even the special people in his life managed to knock over. It was a nightmare, and he had at least three of those kinds of assignments.

He decided to put them off until the very last moment, grateful that his classes switched off everyday, and that the only class he did have everyday was in the gym. He didn't much like the idea of sports or working out, but he also didn't like the idea of sitting most of the day everyday. If having a gym class meant he would be able to do more than stare at a book all day, then so be it.

He picked up something for lunch at one of the smaller convenience stores on campus, completely forgetting Naruto's lunch offer and opting for the salt and vinegar chips before heading to his final classes of the day. Gaara had brought some gym clothes and a combination lock, quickly picking out his locker and opted into changing in the bathroom stalls. The last thing he wanted was to be awkwardly stared at for whatever reason, or even worse, caught being the one awkwardly staring at someone.

Coming back out in gyms shorts and a white tee, he put his regular clothes in his locker and was about to leave, until a hand caught his attention.

"Cool, you have a gym class here too, huh Gaara?" The blonde asked casually, grinning from ear to ear. For once, Gaara actually paid full attention to the blonde, though said nothing as he slowly nodded. He couldn't help but glance at the blonde's body, he hadn't realized just how tan Naruto was until his skin was put right next to Gaara's sheet white skin, not to mention the rippling muscles the man had, something that the redhead definitely lacked.

He was overly grateful that the blonde was wearing swimming trunks.

He had to force his eyes away, afraid of what might happen if they lingered too long on the blonde's abdomen. No, Naruto was danger with a capital 'D', or at least that's what he would tell himself. He would wander out of the changing rooms and towards the weight lifting room, and like in the morning, Naruto had followed him all the way there. Gaara couldn't help but start comparing him to a baby chick following it's mother, and felt almost unnerved by the fact that he wasn't even upset about it anymore.

This time it was Gaara's teacher that would make Naruto leave, and for a split second Gaara found himself wishing for the blonde to keep chattering off his ear. But the thought left almost as quickly as it came in, and Gaara could only mentally slap himself before getting to work at the weights. He wasn't all that good at them, but he did enough to cover the whole time for his class. Naruto didn't seem to be in the locker room when he went to change, which made him relax a little, but also a bit curious. When he got out, he left towards the swimming pool- not that he remembered their conversation from that morning. Surely enough, Naruto was still swimming away, and he was one of the few remaining in the class that hadn't gone to change. He could tell Naruto was enjoying himself.

Seeing the blonde twice in a day couldn't be all that bad...

By the end of his first day of classes, Gaara was exhausted, but he still had things to do. He stopped by the grocery store, picking up some fruits and vegetables as well as some cheap meals. He had been going to restaurant after restaurant for the past three days for all of his meals, lack of sleep making him apathetic, but he knew if he kept it up he wouldn't be able to feed himself by the end of the week. With two arms full of as many groceries he could carry, he headed back to the dorms, heading straight to the shared kitchen first thing.

No one seemed to be there around that time, but there were signs of people being there. He sighed and started to wash off one of the pots to use for his dish, cutting up and throwing a bunch of tuff int the pot to simmer down for a while, giving him enough time to take the rest of his groceries to his dorm room. What he heard when he got closer though almost made him turn back the other way. The blonde was definitely in his room, with Kiba, and it sounded like they had known each other for a while. Perfect.

Gaara walked in, Wet dog smell wafting into his nose, but said nothing. He was grateful that they hadn't noticed his presence yet. The red head took a moment to glance at the medium sized television that Kiba had sitting on his dresser, some sort of RPG roaring in the background that the two seemed to be taking turns on. Gaara shook his head, focusing on the task at hand as the divided meat into bags for the freezer, and shelved stuff in their proper places in what were deemed his shelves when Gaara and Kiba had decided who got what.

"Hey man, you've been gone a while." Kiba called from his bed, to which Gaara just made a noise of acknowledgment. The noise was enough to make Naruto turn his head, his sky blue eyes boring into the side of the redhead.

"Oh this is so cool! You didn't tell me you were bunking with Kiba!" Naruto said, turning back to the game when Kiba finally relinquished the controller to the eager boy.

"Yeah, but he doesn't really say much. Kinda boring if you ask me." The brunette commented, stretching up his arms with a yawn. "Dude, I'm tired. Stay as long as you want, just turn it off before you leave." Kiba instructed, and before long was out like alight with Naruto at the foot of his bed, still involved in the game. Gaara could only fathom what it would be like to be able to sleep with that much going on.

"You wanna take a crack at it?" Naruto asked, standing up off the end of the bed to join Gaara, his hopeful eyes looking up at him. Gaara had every intent of shutting him down, but the moment he glanced over he lost his nerve. For whatever reason, he couldn't bring himself to say no. and it bugged the shit out of him.

Within minutes he found himself finagling onto the end of Kiba's bed, caught in between the wall, a sleeping dog, and a blonde that he would just love to hate, if he could just manage to make his heart shut up for more than a minute and listen to his brain. This was danger, the whole situation was danger. And yet, strangely enough, he couldn't help but feel comfort in the danger. Naruto was like a bright star, a person so unique and loud that he couldn't help but feel drawn to the whiskered man. He fiddled with the controller for a bit, playing the game until he felt a weight on his shoulder, turning to see Naruto had also fallen asleep. Gaara shook his head, three times a day seeing the tall, muscled, loud, and overly happy blonde maybe, just maybe, wouldn't be all that bad.

The smallest of smiles graced his lips. Smiling was something he hadn't done since he was a child.

"Did someone forget about their food!?" Someone called from the hallway, and Gaara all but shot out of the room, Waking up Naruto as the blonde crashed onto the floor, screeching as he did so.

"Damn that hurt! And I was comfortable too!" He cried out after Gaara, grumbling a little as he got back onto the end of the bed and passed out. Gaara went to inspect the damage in the kitchen, being nothing left but ashes in what was supposed to be his meal for the night.

Nope, he was wrong. The blonde was certainly dangerous after all.

A/N: Holy cow it's been too long since I updated this. I feel almost bad, but hey, happy new year! I'm hoping to be writing more, as well as completely revamping really old stories to get back into the swing of it. Not sure where this story is gonna take off next, guess we'll find out together!

Also, Chapter 2 has been revised now.