𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 6

ᴀɢᴇ : 16

"WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME?"

Tobirama stood in front of the girl with a large gash stinging his arm. She sounded entertained by the sight of him, and that smirk that was on her lips irritated him.

He pouted as his head faced away from her, "I just got injured during battle. It's none of your concern."

Haruka's eyes rolled over in their sockets, "Yeah, yeah. Come here."

Her hand lifted up and motioned for him to come over to her side. He did just as he was told and scurried over to her. Her eyes watched his feet as they came over to her. Curiosity itched the back of her head. She still believed that he was some angel sent from above from the way his feet walked across water with ease. She wanted to be an angel too.

The side of his arm dripping with blood as he took his spot next to her. His sleeve was drenched and she could see the gash through the cut that had been left behind. He slid his armor up and over his head and placed it down on the side of him. Haruka thought he was just going to lift his sleeve, but next she saw his glowing pale skin that was on his upper body. Her face heated up and she tried to look elsewhere besides his well built body.

He slipped the medical bandage into her hand and held out his bloody arm, "Now, Haruka, what do you do first?"

"I wrap you?" She tilted her head to the side in confusion. "Isn't that why you gave me this wrap?"

"Yes and no," His eyes narrowed on her. "Come on. It's right in front of you." She stuck her lip out while she scanned the area around them. "If this was a serious wound I would be dead and it'd on you for taking too long."

She flinched, "That's not fair! You're putting a lot of pressure on me!"

He rolled his eyes, "We've been over this too many times, Haruka. I'm not going to tell you it again. If you're not going to pay attention then maybe I should just stop teaching you."

She shook her head, "No please don't!" Her head was now whipping from side to side trying to see what he meant. Finally it clicked. She dropped the bandage and rushed over to the water. She took a handful and rushed back over to him.

"That's it, good job," Her eyes sparkled at his compliment. Then she stood over him and let the water fall from her hands. It dropped directly on his wound causing him to jump. Water splashed down on him as well leaving parts of his body wet. "No! You don't drop the water!" He growled. "Whatever, just wash the wound."

When he glanced up, he felt his heart clench at her frown. Her eyebrows were etched together and she was biting the insides of her cheeks. She went back to the ground and started to rub against his wound. He watched her carefully, specifically kept his eyes on her face.

She was no longer the young girl she used to be. Her messy hair reached below her shoulders that now led into her body. She was still skinnier than she needed to be, but each day he came he would try to help with her hunger. Her eyes still glowed as if she was a child though. Her clothes were rather new. The season was now spring and just this winter, he gave her some clothes so that she wouldn't freeze to death. They hung loosely around her. He did this every winter because he would get so worried about her. His mind was still plagued with images of her whenever he would return home to his brother.

She wasn't the only one who had grown though. She watched him everyday and even recognized each inch that he grew while she barely grew but a few inches. His face was sculpted perfectly to her and she wanted to run her fingers along his cheeks, but he doesn't like being touched by her in ways like that. She could see how the war was affecting him, but no matter what he wouldn't tell her anything. He had much more meat on his bone than she did and she knew this by how many times she had to wrap his wounds.

She took the wrap from off the ground. Her hands unraveled a small strip of the white wrap and placed it gently over his wound. Their eyes would often meet only to look quickly away. She counted how many times she would wrap over his arm and made sure to not do it so many times. When she was done, she tore it off and tucked it away in his pocket.

She decided to cut the awkward quiet tension between the two with a smirk, "Would you like me to kiss your boo boo?"

His cheeks were painted red. Once he collected his composure he rolled his eyes and pushed her face away from him, "Shut it, you hag."

She giggled before scooting away from him. For the past seven years, Tobirama and Haruka's relationship grew in ways they would have never expected. At first it was the two of them tossing each other around or throwing insults at one another to see who had the better vocabulary. Though when hormones entered their life, they could no longer wrestle around like they did when they were kids. They kept finding each other in awkward positions which would lead to awkward silence until one of them decided to leave. Tobirama thought it would be a good idea to teach her how to swim, but seeing her shirt get wet as they grew older, made him leave before even hanging out with her for an hour.

So instead of getting themselves in awkward situations like that, he thought it would be good to start actually teaching her things. First he started off with basic knowledge things. She knows a little about basic math. Halfway through teaching her that, he gave up. And she knows how to read basic scriptures.

As of recently, he's been teaching her how to wrap her wounds and help others in case they are injured. She wants him to be proud of her so she works hard continuously, day in and out. It hasn't gone unnoticed either.

He seemed to take notice in everything she did. Her speech patterns when she's excited or has something good to tell him. Or how her eyes light up when she sees him. She's like a lost puppy. Her eyes and speech when she's had a bad or is hungry. He even knows when his insults go a little over the line.

She is the same way. She likes the way he tries to hide his face when he's embarrassed. Or how his face scrunches when he's getting upset about something. He always smells like sweat, but she knows it's because he's working hard. His hands are still rough to the touch, but she rarely gets to touch them anyway. There are bags under his eyes and she wonders if she's bothering him with all her neediness to see him.

Now with his shirt back on, he dug around in his pockets once more, "Seeing as how great a student you are," she felt her cheeks get hot. "I brought you something." He was going to give it to her anyway, but he really just wanted to see her smile.

Which he got, "You did?"

He hummed a yes before pulling out a small box, "It might be a little crushed now though." He placed the box between the two of them and lifted the lid to reveal two onigiri hidden away. She gasped at the gorgeous sight before her. They were a little crushed, but that might just be because he made them himself. "The other one is mine. I thought we could eat together today."

She tilted her head to the side, "So like a date?" She inched her head closer to him.

She laughed as his face went red again, "As if I'd want to go on a date with you."

He pouted while eating his food. Haruka tried savouring each bite, but found that she couldn't. It was the best thing she had ever had in her entire life. It was so good and new. It beats any bread or crackers or rotten fruit that she had been chewing on back at the village.

"Tobi!" It was a nickname she picked up at some point during these seven years. He doesn't hate it, but he doesn't like it. "This is amazing!" She spoke with her mouth full so bits of rice came out.

He placed a hand under her chin and closed her mouth, "You think so?" She nodded, her cheeks fat with food. "Well I guess I should make it more often, huh?" She nodded eagerly this time causing him to laugh.

Once everything was down into their stomachs, Tobirama brushed away any food that had fallen out and wasn't in their mouths. He closed the box and slipped it away into his deep pockets. Haruka was sitting quietly and just watching him work away. Once the mess was all gone, he sat back down on the ground and stared up at the blue sky while her eyes were still on him.

"I think you have the injuries down pretty well," Her ears perked up at his words. "I can't think of anything else to teach you so I think I'm done being your teacher."

"Well wait," He turned to her with a raised brow. She gripped her shorts tightly as if she was nervous to ask her next question. "Can you..." She averted her gaze over to the water. "Can you teach me how to be an angel?"