Why do I love you?

Why would I want you so badly?

Why?

Maybe it's the way you help me, but ignore me at the same time. Am I not worth your attention? You focus on the boy with no heart, you give more attention to the boy with the cursed seal. Only in privacy do I conquer your attention.

Maybe it's the way you watch me. You think I don't notice as you observe as I train, contorting my body to dodge stray weapons and jutsu. The way you watch every petite curve move as I walk.

Maybe it's the way you kiss me. When no one is looking, kissing me gently through your mask. Or in private, when I cover my eyes with me forehead proctor to feel your lips against mine.

Maybe it's the way you'll touch me. Not now, but in the years to come. Feeling your skin against mine. Keeping me warm on cold nights. The way you'll push me over the edge. Holding your body against mine.

Or maybe it's the way you love me. In silence and secret.