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"You are eating like there is no tomorrow, Uzumaki-chan!"
Naruto offered a sheepish smile to Uraraka before swallowing a huge mouthful of her rice. The heavenly scent of the ginger scented chicken tickled her nostrils and the blonde piled more rice into her bowl. Piling up a couple of pieces of chicken onto the bowl, the whiskered teen looked down at her food. This was probably her fifteenth or her sixteenth bowl of food.
Midoriya cleared his throat and Naruto paused in her meal. Green eyes flashed with concern and Naruto forced herself to look at the other members on the table. Shouto frowned and darted his eyes to her food. Bakugou scowled while Uraraka and Asui exchanged glances. Great. It seemed like she had to explain some things to them.
"Making clones means I use a lot of Chakra," Naruto explained.
Uraraka and Midoriya exchanged glances before raising their eyebrows at her. The whiskered teen ignored their silent question, deciding instead to shove another mouthful of rice and chicken. The taste exploded in her mouth and for a brief moment fireworks flashed before her eyes. The rumbles in her stomach faded but the desire to throttle someone was still great.
Her eyes flickered towards the juicy, fatty slice of beef on the plate in front of her. The scent of spices filled her nostrils and the whiskered teen licked her chapped lips. It would be a greedy of her to take another slice of meat, but the juiciness of the meat told her that it was not just any meat. It looked like the expensive kind.
"Uzumaki-chan, are you sure that you aren't taking out your anger on the food?" Asui frowned as she picked up a tempura from the bowl right in front of Midoriya. Green eyes regarded her with careful consideration. "Some people are known to eat a lot when they are angry or sad."
Naruto frowned and knitted her eyebrows together, staring down at her own bowl of food. She pushed the food back and forth, poking her tongue against her cheek. Was her fury so great that she developed a habit of eating more food? How could she say no when the heavenly scent of food tickled her nostrils and her stomach constantly growled for food.
There was also the fact she would always punch or scream by someone by now if she was burning up with rage. Her jaws did not clench or tighten either. Naruto bobbed her head and wiped her mouth with the napkin before looking back at Asui and the others.
"Don't know," she finally replied, putting down her chopsticks. "I don't really care either because I'm going to burn it all up tomorrow when we have our training."
Uraraka nodded and darted her eyes to the other members on their table before turning her head around to look at her. "Do you have any idea of what our training might entitle?"
The chatter died down as everyone shut their eyes. The whiskered teen was not certain of what was going through her classmates mind but she knew what was going through her mind. Everyone in her class was unique. Shouto could make fire and ice with both side of his body while Bakugou could cause explosion with his own sweat.
Their training had to be unique and that made Naruto tilt her head to the side. How were they going to do things? How did they improve Kekkei Genkei? It should remain the same but Bakugou mentioned Kekkei Genkei were like muscles. So maybe they were going to overdo it? Luckily Akira gave her an idea or else she might suffer from chakra exhaustion. Naruto grimaced.
"Aizawa-sensei is probably going to test us to our limits," Naruto picked up another mouthful of rice. "But how Aizawa-sensei plans to do it, I don't know and honestly I don't wanna think about it till morning."
Mumbles of agreement came from all around her and the whiskered teen shoved the mouthful of rice into her mouth. A tear leaked out of her eyes and a tiny moan escaped from her lips. Could food be this delicious? Or was it because of the fact they had been fighting beasts for the whole day? She let out a little cry and blinked when several of the boy flushed a deep shade of red.
Shouto couldn't meet her in the eye, cheeks flushed a shade of cherry red and he darted his eyes to her mouth. Her stomach fluttered and her throat dried up like she was stranded in the middle of the desert. Naruto gulped and piled another bowl of rice. Taking another deep breath, the girl thrust the rice into her mouth.
"You shouldn't eat so quickly," the mismatch boy advised her. He picked up a tempura and placed it on his own bowl before eyeing the bowl in her hand. "You are going to get another stomach-ache, Naruto."
She swallowed the rice and bobbed her head as everyone flickered their eyes between them. The lack of raised eyebrows told her, they probably figured out they ate together a lot even after school. "I can't help it, Shouto! The food is just so amazing!"
Another tear came out of her eyes as her stomach roared with delight. From across the table, Kaminari and Kirishima bobbed their heads in agreement and offered her a hum of encouragement. A smile played on her lips and the whiskered teen knitted her eyebrows together when the two boys flushed a bright shade of pink, the same kind of pinkness that Hinata-chan would make around Kiba.
Bakugou growled and glared daggers at the two boys, looking almost like a ferocious beast. Kaminari and Kirishima squeaked like a bunch of rats while Ashido looked at the blond-haired boy with amusement. Naruto only raised her eyebrows up to her hairline. What the hell was happening with those two boys? They looked like weirdos.
"You should stop smiling!" Bakugou growled. "And slow the fuck down, Whiskers! No one wants to clean up your puke!"
Naruto swallowed the lump of rice as everyone shook their heads at the boy. Their eyes didn't look one bit impress by his words, only looking at the boy like he was being ridiculous and that they were disappointed with his words if that frown was anything to go by. The whiskered teen rubbed the back of her neck. Nothing about his words stabbed her in the heart if that was why they looked at him like that.
She knew it was his way of showing concern, but what did smiling have to do with anything was a complete mystery to her. No one would get harm from her smiles.
Shaking her head, Naruto paused and looked down at her bowl of rice. Now that she stopped eating, the blonde realized how dried her throat was. It felt like it was in the middle of Konoha's summer. Her throat burned like that time when Kakashi and Sakura left her tied up to that stake. The only way for her to get rid of this burning sensation was water.
She inhaled, ribs stretching until it cracked, and twisted her body around. Her ponytail smacked Midoriya on the face, leaving a huge red imprint on his face. The boy rubbed his cheeks and Naruto offered him an apologetic smile before making her way to the counter. There had to be some water over there.
The cheerful chatter filled the dining room as the blonde made her way to the counter. Several eyes flickered to her, making her feel like she was an ant ready to be inspected and Naruto kept her eyes focused on the table ahead of her. Did they know what she did to Kouta? Or did they find it weird she ate so much in one sitting?
She stopped in front of the counter. Orange juice, milk and various other soda drinks but where the hell was the damn water? Naruto squinted her eyes and pushed the drinks to the side. Nope. No sight of the damn water. A grimace played on her lips and the girl swirled her head around to scan the other tables.
No sight of the water jug.
"It is right there," a familiar, childish voice grumbled.
Naruto blinked as Kouta dropped the box of vegetables on the floor. A small bang penetrated through the air but the loud conversationss from the other students blanketed the sound. The little boy glowered at her, looking like a cute little puppy but Naruto knew in a few more years that the glare could change to a ferocious dog. He tip-toed and pointed to the water jug that stood in the furthest corner of the table, just right beside the plastic cups.
"Thanks brat," the blonde said cheerfully as she pulled a plastic cup from the tower of plastic cups. She picked up the water jug, poured it down the cup and ignored the glare directed at her.
Kouta growled. "I have a name! It's Kouta! Not brat!"
She waved his complaints off and took a sip of the water before locking her eyes on the scowling boy in front of her. His hat tilted downwards, dark shadows covered his eyes but did nothing to hide the heat of his glares. If looks could kill then the boy could probably pinch her with that feeble glare.
"I'm going to keep calling you brat," Naruto shrugged and stretched her arm. Sharp pain erupted from her shoulder like she had been stabbed by a million of needles as black eyes narrowed at her. The glare intensified but compared to the numerous glares she experienced, it did nothing to her. Her legs didn't even tremble.
She clicked her heels together and began to make her way back to the table, only to stop when Kouta tugged the back of her school blouse. Swirling her head around, the whiskered teen raised her eyebrow at the little boy. Black eyes refused to meet her own and his shoulders hunched up until it reached his ears.
He looked like a shy little animal with that action and that only made her smile.
"Why do you talk to me like that?" Kouta asked. His voice was softer than a whisper and if it wasn't for the fact her hearing was as sensitive as a member of the Inuzaka clan then she probably would have missed the question. Naruto knitted her eyebrows into a thin line and the boy continued on. "I thought heroes aren't supposed to insult people or talk rudely to civilians."
A sigh escaped Naruto's lips and the girl made her way back to the counter. The cup of water was placed onto the counter before the blonde knelt down to stare at the boy. His whole body trembled like he was a tiny twig in the middle of a storm and his eyes looked at her like he did not know what to make of her.
"I wasn't talking to you like a hero," Naruto admitted with a tiny casual shrug. The little brat blinked and knitted his eyebrows together while the girl slipped her hands through the pocket of her skirt. "When I told you that shit, I talked to you from one orphan to another. I ain't giving you a free pass with that disrespectful behavior because you are like…what? Six?"
Kouta scowled and folded his arms against his chest. "I'm five."
Naruto nodded and locked eyes on the smiling faces of her classmates. Their smiles brought a warmth to her stomach that made her feel like she was on the top of the world. The little, constant ache inside of her chest did not seem as unbearable as before. That tightness in her chest did not make it hard for her to breath. Mismatch eyes met her own and the whiskered teen felt the little flutter of wings inside of her stomach.
She probably should give him some advice.
"Y'know that behavior of yours? It is going to ruin you one day," she tore her eyes away from Shouto and locked eyes with Kouta. "People won't want to be your friend if you act that rude to them. The other kids won't like you if you behave this way."
The little boy humped and folded his arms against his chest before looking at her like she was the biggest idiot in the world. Bubbles of laughter build up in her throat and the blonde swallowed it down. Brat would probably glare at her and made life more difficult for her in this camp. The last thing she needed was a little brat making trouble for her.
"Why the hell would I want to make friends?" Kouta finally spat. The words came out like bullets but Naruto was not certain if those bullets were meant to shoot her or if he was trying to convince himself that was true. Black eyes glowed with anger. "All the kids in my kindergarten talks about is how they want to be stupid heroes! I ain't making friends with those shitty people!"
"Then don't make friends with them," the boy blinked and Naruto looked at him with serious eyes. "But you will probably find someone who hates heroes just as much as you do. They can be your friends if heroes annoy you that much."
He gawked at her with his mouth hanging open like a frog and the whiskered teen allowed a little husky laugh escaped from her lips before closing his mouth. The little brat did not expect that. Probably thought she would go on a long rant about how awesome heroes were but that shit did not work with Inari.
If it did not work the first time then it definitely would not work for a second time.
"I doubt it," the little boy grunted. "They are all idiots who want to be stupid heroes."
It is a beautiful night.
The twinkling night stars looked like little white dots painted onto a black canvas if you asked Naruto. In the distance, she could see a shooting star fading into oblivion. Mikoto-obaachan used to tell her that she should always make a wish behind a shooting star and that the wish would always come true. But with the steam wharfing from the shining waters and the excited chatter of her female classmates, the blonde could not think of a single wish.
I think it is because my wish have been finally granted. Naruto stretched her arms and swirled her heads at her grinning classmates. There was now a name for her to put on her parents. A name that no one could take away from her anymore. Her parents existed. She was not some monster who came from nowhere. Those doubts were now cleared and to be locked up in a treasure box inside of her mind, never to be open again.
"Uzumaki-chan, when did you have your first crush?" Naruto blinked and jerked her head around as Ashido slid down from the rock. The water splashed and jumped up like it was on a trampoline as the older girl took her spot right beside her. Yellow eyes sparkled like ambers and a wide smile stretched on the girl's lips like someone stretched it on her.
On anyone else, the girl would believe it was a fake smile but that smile suited her classmate.
The chatter died down as all the girls turned their heads around. Excitement hovered in the air as if they were waiting for some big announcement and Naruto knitted her eyebrows together. When did she have her first crush? Why did that matter? Should she even tell them the truth? They might think she was a weirdo if she admitted the truth. They might call her a liar but did it matter?
She knew the truth and that should be the only thing that mattered. Naruto nodded and shoved those annoying, painful doubts to the deepest corner of her mind. Maybe they would be like Hinata-chan. Sweet Hinata always believed her, never once called her a liar like those mean girls in the Academy. They could be like Hinata and not like Ami and the other civilian girls.
"I only started having a crush when I came to Yuuei," Naruto admitted. Her heart sounded like one of those racecars that she had seen in television at one point and her cheeks burned like someone poured a steaming hot cup of tea on her. "Until I came here, no one really caught my eye."
Amajiki did in a way if she thought about it but not in the she swallowed a bunch of birds kind of a way. Her heart screamed, twisted and ached whenever the boy came to work. Memories would play and it made being his server in the café hard. She did not even know why Mirio and him would keep coming to her café like a clockwork to her work place.
Ashido looked at her with eyes that resembled large balloons while the other girls blinked and blinked at her admission. Naruto looked down at the water. Hiding would be a good idea. No one would judge her. She could regain control of her emotions, bottling it up into a tiny bottle again. That would be the best idea for her.
"What about Gaara-san?" Yaoyorozu asked.
The blonde tore her eyes and blinked as her mind turned blank. Gaara? And her? Together? The day that happened would be the day Kakashi stopped reading Icha-Icha series. It was never going to happen. But maybe her friend thought they had something going on and believed they would be rivals? Except her eyes looked only curious.
There was no desire to ruin her life or anything and that just made things easier for her.
"I never thought of him or any guy in that way until I came to Yuuei," Naruto replied, relaxing her shoulders. She rubbed the back of her neck and avoided locking eyes with the curious eyes of the girls. "I never really had time to think about love and all that kind of stuff."
The confession loomed over them and Naruto straightened her back like a soldier ready to be interrogated by her commanding officer. This was where the firing of question would begin. People always found her odd whenever she admitted it. They always looked at her like she was some kind of alien or a liar for saying those words.
No words came out of her classmates. The whole hot spring was dead silent with the only sound coming out of them were the sound of the boy's chatter from the other side of the wall. Weren't they going to say something? Because she could give them a good explanation for why she never had a silly little crush until now.
"So Todoroki is your first crush?" Ashido finally asked, curling her lips into a wide smile. "He is your first love!"
Love.
The word drew blank as Naruto processed what the girl finally said. Once her brain rebooted and processed everything, the blonde dunk herself underneath the water and her classmates giggled like a bunch of excited schoolgirls. Her heart bounced against her rib cage and her chest tightened until no more air could be breathed in.
Shouto was her first crush except it was deeper than that. If crushes were feelings of affection streaming down a small river then the feeling coursing through her were like a huge river. Did that mean she love him? What was the difference between love, affection and crush? It sounded so ridiculous how she couldn't figure it out.
Her chest burned and Naruto knew it was time for her to come back up. She threw her head back up in the air, blond hair smacking Ashido on the cheek with a clear smack, and began to breath in huge gulps of air. All around her, the girls gave her knowing looks like they expected her to react like a…naïve little girl.
"I'm weird, aren't I?" Naruto forced herself to glue on her smile and to swallow back the raging accusation that wanted to be thrown at them. Not the time for her to run her mouth and ruin the chance of her actually getting to know her classmates. "Back home, almost all of the girls developed crushes when they were seven."
They shook their heads, droplets of water smacking onto the floor, and the blonde blinked. They don't think I'm weird. The thought played like one of those annoying advertisement on television. Except it did not make her want to tear her hair off. No, she guessed the knowledge they didn't think she was weird lifted the huge boulder that she never knew she carried inside of her.
"You aren't weird for not having a crush when you were just a little kid," Jirou hummed and looked up at the night sky. "Everyone have different ways of handling romantic feelings and everybody is different. You can't force yourself to like someone if you asked me even if everyone is doing it."
Naruto sunk herself into the water at this acknowledgment and allowed herself to enjoy the sensation of her tense muscles singing praises to the hot water. She blew bubbles and closed her eyes. Different ways of handling romantic feelings? No one ever gave her that idea. Everybody is different. Mikoto-obaachan said the same thing but the woman had always been comforting her.
Now another girl said it and maybe Mikoto hadn't been just trying to comfort her.
"So how old were all of you when you develop your first crush?" She poked her tongue against her cheek and looked down her wrinkly hand. Water soaked her hands as she waited for her classmates to either tell her or inform her they weren't ready to talk about it. Yaoyorozu knitted her eyebrows together while Uraraka flushed a very nice shade of pink.
Ashido clapped her hands together and looked ready to bounce in excitement at the question. Naruto stitched her eyebrows together. Was it really that interesting of a topic? Because the girl looked like she was having puppies over her question. The other girls looked pleased, their smiles glowed like the moon shining above them.
"Walls are meant to be climbed!"
That war cry pierced through the air and Naruto looked to the wall. That annoying little piece of shit did not learn his lesson, did he? Was he filled with so much lust that a threat of a physical beating wasn't enough for him! She clenched her jaws together. Well if he wanted to act like the human embodiment of lust then she would break every rib in his body.
Bobbing her head, the whiskered teen pushed herself up from her spot and jumped onto the ground. If she was going to teach him a lesson then she needed a damn towel. Where was it again? Did it even matter? She just needed something to cover herself up like a baby. Just give that little shit a peak and he would act even worse.
"Uzumaki-chan," Naruto looked at Asui as she knotted the towel over her chest. Green eyes glowed with faint amusement and the whiskered teen raised an eyebrow at her classmate. "I think Bakugou-chan and Todoroki-chan are going to stop him."
"Maybe," the whiskered teen conceded. She tightened the knot and took another step to the looming wall that separated them from the rest of their classmates. The other side was dead silent. No usual screams from Bakugo. That was definitely not good news. What did Mineta do to make the boy quiet? Nothing good was a definite answer.
A bright red cap popped up from the top of the wall and Naruto blinked. Wait, wasn't that Kouta? Why was the little brat here? Was he a pervert? No. He was actually trying to protect their dignity because why would he shove Mineta down? That was one respectful little boy. He was definitely better than the middle-aged man in her apartment.
That old pervert would have allowed Mineta to peak and even encouraged it.
"You rock, Kouta-kun!" Ashido cried.
The little kid froze and like a little robot, he turned around to look at them. His eyes went wide, almost resembling tennis balls, and his jaw dropped. Maybe it was too soon for her to declare him decent because that blood gushing out of his nose came out of nowhere. He took a step backwards and blue eyes widened.
Shit.
If she did nothing then he was going to crash right down to the ground. He would be shaped like a pancake and no way was she going to let this happen. Her heart boomed against her ear. Her chest tightened like the air had been knocked out of her. There was some sweat tickling down on her face and she channeled the chakra right to her legs.
"Uzumak-chan, it is too high—"
The words drowned against the sound of her thundering, soft heart and the only thing she could focus was the top of wall. Just a few more meters and she would be able to get that little brat. What the hell was he thinking? She could be the one to punch Mineta. He didn't need to be so reckless and endangered himself like that!
Her legs dropped onto the wall and Naruto launched herself, ready to pull the boy back but froze at the sight of scarred fingers cradling tufts of black hair. Blue eyes followed the scarred finger and paused before meeting bright, round, large green eyes that looked ready to fall off from its socket.
Water dribbled down the chiseled lines of Midoriya's very bare chest and her mind went blank. Going blank was an understatement. It exploded at the knowledge that the sweet, stuttering boy had muscles. When did he grow up? Wait she helped him with his training but it was so easy for her to forget he had to have some muscles.
Her eyes darted down and the whiskered teen sighed. Good. The boy had a towel on. They both could keep their dignity except Midoriya had flushed cheeks. He looked exactly like Kaminari and Kirishima from lunch. Why the hell was he that red like that? Oh wait. She did not move her eyes away from him and that could explain things.
She gulped and looked to the side.
So many eyes met her and each one of them had different expressions. Most of them flushed red with embarrassment, not meeting her own eyes. A few of them gawked. Kirishima could not stop looking at her, red eyes fixated on her legs. Tokoyami covered his eyes like he hoped it would protect the remaining dignity. It did not if you asked her.
Her dignity flew away the moment her eyes locked on them.
Bakugou looked frozen while Iida was sprawled on the ground with that little pervert on top of him.
But the expression that made her throat dried up and her heart pounding against her chest was Shouto. His expression was blank but the flare of his nostrils spoke volume of irritation. What should she say? Wait, he wasn't glaring at her. Those eyes were directed at the little pervert on top of their Class President.
Mismatch eyes locked onto her, trailing from her hair to her eyes before staring at her towel. A little tickle of blood came out of his nose, barely noticeable but her heart raced even harder at the knowledge. No, it was not the knowledge of that little tickle of blood meant. It was the raw desire in his eyes.
The blonde allowed her eyes to look at his chest. Broader. It was definitely broader than Midoriya and maybe slightly more muscular. Water dribbled down and she should look away except it was going lower. She wanted to follow it. Her throat dried up as a very strange feeling washed over her.
She didn't know what this hunger was inside of her except for the fact she wanted to trail kisses.
"Uzumaki-chan!"
Uraraka's voice broke through the spell inside of her and Naruto looked down at her towel. Right since her towel was properly knotted then it would be fine for her to jump down now.
"I-I should get going and I'm not a pervert!"
Why did she have to scream that last part out loud?
"What the hell were you thinking when you jumped up that wall, Naruto?"
Naruto rubbed the back of her neck and crossed her legs together as a pair of mismatch eyes radiated with a cold fury that could even freeze the walls behind her. It was not the first time she had seen Shouto furious but this was a different kind of rage. The kind of rage that made her stomach turned and flipped, which was definitely not a good thing.
What was a good thing was the fact her boyfriend figured out she would in the furthest corner of the forest lodge, far away from the prying eyes of everyone in their class. It was such a cowardly thing to do. But having them scold her for her actions while her cheeks burned with embarrassment had been the last thing she wanted.
"I didn't want that little kid to get injured," Naruto explained. Her voice sounded so shaky in her ears but how could she control her breathing when the memory of Shouto's chest kept playing in repeat for her. It was a miracle she could look him in the eyes without her cheeks heating up and her boyfriend must have realized it because the rage faded. "I couldn't let that kid get injured."
The mismatched-boy darted his eyes around but if he was worried about the girls coming in through the corridor then he shouldn't worry. None of the girls had decided to unpack before they were given permission to go to the hot spring. Her ears were ready to pick up the sound of any light, bouncy footsteps that could belong to the girls.
"Your towel could have fallen off," Shouto whispered as he leaned closer to her. Desperation colored his tone and he looked almost like an embarrassed kitten for admitting those words to her. Except no embarrassed kitten would eye her chest or looked down to her legs with those kind of eyes.
The kind of eyes that made her heart pound like it was on the roller coaster. Those kind of eyes made her want to squirm in her seat and made her sweat. It was weird too. Even though it was summer, the air around them was not warm enough to bring this kind of reaction out of her. She shouldn't sweat like she had done a hardcore day of training when all she had done was relax.
"I made sure the knot was tight before I tried to rescue him," she reminded him.
Shouto shook his head, knelt down till they were at eye level and reached his hand out to her. He cradled her face like it was something precious. His eyes looked at her like he thought she was some kind of treasure but that was kind of silly. If anyone was a treasure then it was this beautiful boy right in front of her.
"They could have seen your whole body," Shouto choked out. His eyes wavered in a way that she had never seen before but it was not a bad way. It was him being vulnerable with her. Yeah, this was what was happening right now. He was being vulnerable about how he felt and that was an amazing thing. It wasn't easy for him. "I don't like it."
Naruto frowned and regarded the boy right in front of her. Why couldn't he meet her in the eye? Why did he sound ashamed for admitting it? Because her heart fluttered at those words. It shouldn't have. Being an independent person meant she shouldn't like his words but her stomach was doing cartwheels at the declaration.
She flickered her eyes around the dark corridor and pulled the boy down. It wouldn't be wrong for her to cradle him right? They were allowed to do these things. He sounded like he thought he was the worse person in the world for saying those words. Overhaul took the honor. Shouto was perfect in her eyes.
Yeah, she probably was more sappy than she wanted to admit but Naruto didn't mind being a sappy idiot around Shouto. He was worth it if you asked her.
"Why?" Naruto asked as her fingers combed through his hair. It was obvious to her why he didn't like it but she wanted him to say those words. Did he think she would think he was selfish like his stupid father? Because he was anything but that. If anyone was the selfish one between them then it would be her.
A little mouse-like squeak escaped her lips when the younger boy began to rub circles around her back. It was only over her shirt but his touch really did burn her. Definitely not in a bad way where she wanted to complain, but in a good way where she wanted to demand for more. Everything about his touch brought out a little spark. It always made her heart speed up like it was in the middle of the highway.
"You are going to dislike my reason."
Her stupid heart wanted to swoon at the worst moment. She needed to take a couple of deep breaths to calm down her silly heart before she did something impulsive again. The moment her heart decided to behave itself, Naruto cradled Shouto's face upwards and leaned closer to him. "Let me decide, Homeostasis."
Unless it was a stupid reason then nothing would really make her change her mind. She should say that to him but the word stupid would give him the wrong message. Something else should be said. What was a gentle word? Silly? Yeah, she liked that better. If it was a silly reason then she would dislike it.
Shouto looked at her for the longest time, probably around three minutes before he linked their hands together. His hand was larger than hers and so much more warmer than her own hand. It could probably leave a mark on her. Her toes curled. That would be nice if he could do that. Maybe it would make things clear of where her feelings stood with him.
"I don't want anyone else to see you like that," he admitted. "I…I want to be the only one who can see you in that way and that is wrong of me. I know you aren't a possession but…"
The words died down like Shouto had no idea of how to express what he wanted to say. There was no need for him to continue. She understood what the boy was trying to tell her. He thought he was being selfish and a possessive person but was it possessive? She didn't want anyone else to see him like this.
All she wanted to do was keep it in a treasure inside of her memories that could be only unlock by her.
"You don't like other people looking at me like I'm theirs either," she muttered. Shouto nodded his head like a guilty little puppy and the blonde curled her lips into a smile. Well if this was the way he thought then it wouldn't be wrong of her to shower him with more affection right? Because her stomach did flips with what he admitted. "I feel the same way."
Shouto blinked and Naruto tilted his head upwards. Those lips were really calling out to her, just begging for her to kiss and she should kiss it. Mismatch eyes flickered down to her own lips, looking torn between whether or not to kiss her. That was fine. If she was selfish then he was teaching her to be less selfish.
She should teach him to be just a little bit selfish when it came to his own desires.
"You know if you want to kiss me again then you don't need to ask," Naruto whispered into his ear as her legs wrapped around him. "Unless I tell you that I don't want it then you can bet that I'm consenting to it."
The words hung in the air as Shouto looked at her with wide eyes. She should look away but that would take away the seriousness of what she admitted to him. He would hesitate and that was acceptable if he wasn't ready. But if he decided to hesitate because he thought she would think the worse of him then she wanted to make this clear.
Mismatch eyes flickered down to her lips again and the boy leaned closer to her. Only a few centimeters away from her. That curry on his breath tasted delicious. She should let him take the lead for once. Her whole body trembled and throbbed as the younger boy looked torn between doing what he wanted or doing what he thought she wanted.
"So you don't mind if I be a little bit selfish?" He whispered.
Naruto nodded and the boy pressed his lips against her. The scent of strawberries and whipped cream encased her senses, made her brain shut down and stopped all processes. This was different from the sweet kisses they had been having for the past two weeks. This kiss made her whole body throbbed and made her want to bring him closer. It felt like he wanted her to himself and never let her go.
The knowledge allowed her to grant him permission to deepen the kiss. Could a tongue feel like the perfect blend of hot and cold? Because that was what it felt like with Shouto. It felt like a tender dance but this tender dance made her ache in a good part. It felt like a little haze around her mind as her hand tugged on his hair.
She never wanted this to end. Even if he drained her out of all of her strength then it was fine with her. He could bruise her lips and if he wanted to leave a mark on her then she wouldn't mind. It would probably feel as good as the mixture of heat and cold coursing through her lips.
A tiny whine escaped her lips when the boy tore his mouth away from her.
"I also don't like the fact you ogled Midoriya's chest," the younger boy informed her as his breath came out in short burst. His hand ran through her hair and those mismatched eyes darkened slightly. "I wanted to throttle him."
Naruto chuckled and pressed her lips against his jawline.
"I like staring at your chest even more than Midoriya, Homeostasis."
The boy only blushed.
A/N: So do tell me of your thoughts on this chapter and how you think Hinata would take to Shouto and Naruto's relationship.