WITH NARUTO (AGAIN)
Tossing his trademark black and orange-trimmed jacket on his unmade bed, Naruto collapsed onto the second-hand chair beside the window. He let the cool, calming night air fill is lungs as he took several slow, deep breaths. Staring across the village rooftops from his fourth story apartment, Naruto nervously ran his fingers through his wild and untamed blonde locks. As the shock from receiving his first real kiss, from Sakura off all people, wore off, Naruto found himself freaking out at the repercussions of that act. Frantic, he played back the scene in his head; each play through made the usually cheerful Jounin sweat just a little more. Should he have stopped her? Should he have stopped himself? Wait, hadn't she hesitated? What if he had actually forced it? But, Sakura wouldn't let him do that. She never hesitated to pummel him in the past, so why would she stop now. So that meant that she didn't mind the kiss, right? She didn't not like it right?
"Argh!" Naruto shouted, jumping from his seat in frustration. "What am I supposed to do now?"
Afraid of damaging his already messy home, Naruto leapt out of his window and pulled himself up atop of the building's roof. A familiar face awaited him, smiling mischievously.
"Yo," the white-haired man grinned.
Naruto stumbled. "E-Ero-Sennin?!"