Naruto was sitting in a tree, unusually quiet, considering him. His cobalt eyes set on a pink haired ninja, he watched her, pain in his eyes. Sakura, conversely, had no clue he was there. All the better for him. She didn't need to know he'd been watching her for the past few months.
He had convinced himself for a while that he was over his crush on his former team mate, yet lately he'd been drawn to her, had daydreamed, written letters he never sent.
Ah, those letters. It was where all his courage lay. He couldn't send them, she didn't love him. He knew, from the look in her eyes she had fallen for Ino. It would have disgusted him if he had any sense of sexuality. Maybe. It might not have, really. Naruto never got bothered by anything.
Except for those damn letters. Why did he scent them? That was a pretty lame thing to do, he thought, but he did it anyway. There were a few in his pockets. He usually kept at least three on him, it made him feel more bold.
Ah! Sakura was approaching the tree he was standing in. He was perched pretty high up, in case such a thing happened. He stood, began dropping a few branches down, still silent as an assassin. He wanted to be closer to her. About a hundred feet up, he stopped and resettled, upside down, as he had his letters and felt bold.
Sakura heard the rustling of the leaves. She slowly tiled her head back to gaze up into the tree.
Their eyes met for a fraction of a second.
Naruto panicked and fled. One of his letters slipped from his pocket and fluttered down into Sakura's fingers.