My sensei is a Shinobi

by mexicanflash03

Izuki Midoriya has been having one of her worst days of her life. All Might had crushed her dreams, and her ex-best friend told her off. What else could happen to make her life even worse? Or will one person change her life and turn it upside down?

2. Izuki's diary and my training

Okay, I'm surprised! I didn't think anyone would honestly read my fanfiction, so... umm... thanks.

I didn't think anyone would like it… but I guess I was wrong. Thanks for the support and I will try my best to keep your attention on my fanfiction.

Well, here's chapter two of "My Sensei is a ShinobiAs I wrote in Chapter 1. This is just a fanfiction and I don't own anything. Naruto is owned by Masashi Kishimoto and My Hero Academia is owned by Kōhei Horikoshi.hi.

Izuki's Diary – Training Under Naruto-sensei

The End of the First Month

Dear Myself,

Well, here we are. The end of the first month of training with Naruto-kun. And no, I still can't call him that to his face because, let's be honest, I'd probably choke on my own embarrassment and die. So for now, it's staying in this diary where I can safely freak out in private.

Anyway, I've learned a few things about Naruto-sensei during this time. First off… he's a total sadist. Seriously, who the actual fuck throws blunt kunai at their student? And that's not even where he started. Nope, he kicked things off with tennis balls. You know, like a normal person—except he still made it hurt.

But get this—he had me dodging on beach sand. Yeah, you read that right. Have you ever tried to move quickly on sand? Spoiler alert: you can't. So there I was, flailing like an idiot while he pelted me with tennis balls and then blunt kunai. How is that even allowed?!

Here's the kicker, though: it's working. Like, for real. My reaction time has gotten way better. I can sense when something's about to hit me and move out of the way just in time. So, yay for not being pummeled to death! Even better, the girls at school—the ones who love throwing paper balls at me? Yeah, they've been missing a lot lately. I haven't gotten dirty once in the past week. That's a huge win for me.

I haven't told Naruto about the bullying, though. I don't want to seem like I can't handle it, even though it's been a thing since, well, forever. But get this—he found out on his own about the boys in our class. Apparently, they were physically attacking me behind the teachers' backs, and Naruto-sensei… let's just say he took care of it in a way only Naruto could.

Let me paint a picture: I've never seen someone's head shoved up another person's butt before. Not until Naruto-sensei got involved. I mean, it was both horrifying and amazing at the same time. The looks on their faces? Priceless. Those boys are not doing so hot these days, and honestly? Good riddance. I can finally walk down the halls without worrying about being tripped or shoved into lockers.

Oh, and here's the best part: my mom met Naruto for the first time. Why? Because the parents of those boys wanted to sue him. Yeah, as if that was going to work. Naruto-sensei is a crafty bastard. He has dirt on everyone at the school. I'm not even kidding. What I found out during the meeting with the principal and those parents… it blew my mind.

So, I was there because I was the one being bullied, right? But they tried to turn it around and blame me for what Naruto did to those guys. Like, are you serious? I didn't shove their heads where the sun doesn't shine! But Naruto… oh man, he was prepared. He had receipts. Literal receipts. He pulled out so much dirt on everyone involved, I thought the principal was going to faint. Long story short, those parents backed down pretty fast.

Moral of the story? Don't mess with Naruto-sensei. He's got ninja-level dirt on everyone, and he's not afraid to use it. I don't even want to know how he got it, but I'm kinda impressed. Okay, maybe more than kinda.

So, let me tell you, the moment Naruto-sensei pulled out that recording, it was like someone hit the pause button on the entire room. The principal and those parents? Their blood went cold, faces paler than a sheet. I'm not exaggerating when I say Naruto-sensei has enough dirt on this school to burn it to the ground. Seriously, I could probably sue the whole damn place—teachers, students, even the janitors—and fuck up their lives forever.

They dropped their lawsuit faster than Naruto downs ramen. And let me just say, watching him eat ramen is a whole other experience. He polished off a cup in two fucking seconds. Didn't spill a drop. The cup was spotless. I don't even know how that's humanly possible, but there he was, defying logic. Meanwhile, I'm sitting there still trying to figure out if I can even breathe that fast, let alone eat like that.

And while all this was happening, my lovely mother was having the time of her life teasing me about how nervous I get around Naruto. Like, seriously, Mom? Every time he's around, she notices my voice gets all high-pitched, and apparently, I turn red like a tomato. It's like she's keeping score or something. Oh, and she's pointed out how I've been trying to fix my appearance more when I know I'm going to see him. Which… okay, guilty. I did start brushing my hair again, but to be fair, I've lost, like, ten different brushes and combs in there. They just disappear into the abyss that is my hair, never to be seen again. I'm convinced there's a black hole in there.

But of course, my mom's convinced I need to make the first move because, according to her, Naruto-kun is dense. And when I say dense, I mean he has the emotional awareness of a brick. Seriously, how can someone that good-looking be so clueless? Like, hello? That's probably why he doesn't have a girlfriend yet—he probably doesn't even realize half the girls in school are into him. I guess that means I still have time to get my own feelings straight before I embarrass myself by blurting out something dumb.

Also, I've noticed Katsumi isn't exactly thrilled with how close Naruto-kun and I have gotten. And you know what? I'm counting that as a win. She's a total tsundere—calling Naruto stupid, making fun of his hair, which, by the way, she said makes him look like a tomato. I mean, seriously? That's the best insult she could come up with? Then she stormed off, head held high like she just dropped the mic or something.

The funniest part? I saw her later in the locker room slamming her head against the wall, muttering about how she's an idiot. Classic Katsumi.

Anyway, here's to surviving month one! Let's see what crazy shit happens next.

Izuki's Diary – Training Under Naruto-sensei

The End of the Second Month

Hey, Diary, guess what? I'm still alive. Shocker, right?

So, where do I even begin…? Oh, I know—I can now walk on walls and water like it's no big deal. Yeah, you read that right. I'm basically Jesus now, and I had no idea Naruto-kun could do that kind of crazy shit.

One day, he casually says, "I think it's about time I teach you how to walk on the surface of a tree." He said it like it was the most normal thing in the world. Meanwhile, I just stared at him, thinking, Yeah, okay, sure, we'll just casually break the laws of gravity today, no big deal. But then he actually did it. The guy just walked up and down a tree like it was a fucking sidewalk.

All I could think was, if Isaac Newton saw this, he'd be flipping tables. Actually, he'd probably be flipping all the tables if he found out about Naruto's entire world.

Anyway, Naruto-sensei told me that this whole tree-walking thing was supposed to help me control my chakra better and increase it. And hey, it's working! My chakra pool isn't a tiny pond anymore—it's a decent-sized pond now. So, suck on that, universe.

The first step of the exercise? He had me lie on the ground with one foot on the tree trunk, channeling chakra into my foot to see how much I'd need to stick. Let me tell you, that part was not fun. It took me two whole days just to walk up the tree without falling flat on my ass. But I did it! Slowly, but still, I did it. Naruto-sensei keeps saying I'm learning quickly, but honestly, I think it's more that he's just really good at teaching. The guy's got patience for days.

Oh, and speaking of Naruto's teaching skills, I've learned a bit more about his childhood during all this. And let me just say, I thought my life sucked because I'm quirkless, but his? It's the complete opposite. He had power—tons of it—and everyone feared him for it. Honestly, I have no idea how he didn't end up becoming the monster they treated him like. If I'd been in his shoes, I might've snapped.

I'm not usually the angry or vengeful type, but seriously? The Third Hokage can go burn in hell. No, really. From what Naruto-kun told me, that old bastard was manipulative as hell and let Naruto suffer through it all. I just… ugh, I'm so pissed off for him. How could anyone do that to a kid?

But despite all that crap, here Naruto is, training me, helping me achieve my dream without a second thought. I don't know how he stayed so… good after everything. I guess it's just who he is.

Okay, seriously, what kind of fucking monster tells a five-year-old to forgive grown adults for putting him in the hospital for the 20th time that week? No joke, I came home after training and cried my eyes out thinking about some of the stuff Naruto told me. When I was bullied or made fun of, at least I had my mom waiting for me at home with a hug and a hot meal. But Naruto? He had no one. Not a damn person.

The more I hear about the Third Hokage, the more I want to punch that old bastard right in the face. The guy literally put Naruto in the middle of the red-light district when he was born. Yeah, you heard me right—the red-light district. Where he was surrounded by gangs, child abusers, slave owners, and drug dealers. And they expected him to survive that shit as a six-year-old? Like, what the fuck?

I'm telling you, that old man better be burning in the deepest, darkest pit of hell. I'll make sure of it myself if I have to.

But, get this—here's something else I discovered about Naruto-sensei: Konoha didn't just treat him like trash; they treated him like he was less than human. And the kicker? He's literally a fucking prince. Yeah, you heard that right. My sensei, Naruto Uzumaki, is the 14th in line to his clan's royal throne. If his country hadn't been destroyed, he'd have been in line to rule. His mom? Kushina Uzumaki, the thirteenth princess of Whirlpool. So, yeah, Naruto's actual royalty, and Konoha treated him like garbage.

Honestly, I shouldn't have been surprised. I mean, he kind of carries himself like a noble in his own weird way. But still, a prince? I had to sit down after that one.

And as if his school life wasn't hell enough, his classmates were just as bad as mine, except they actually attacked him—in school and at his home. Yeah, I've had it rough at school, but at least the teachers didn't lock me in a classroom and beat the crap out of me until they got bored. That actually happened to Naruto. And people would break into his place, trash the place, and he'd have to clean up and pay for the damages out of the measly orphan allowance he got. No wonder the guy loves ramen—it was probably the only thing he could afford to eat.

But amidst all the shit he's been through, Naruto-sensei showed me my first jutsu: the transformation jutsu. He turned into his 12-year-old self, and honestly? He was so cute. He had those adorable whisker marks on his cheeks and that sun-blonde hair. He was my height back then, and if I didn't know better, I'd have sworn he was All Might's long-lost son or something. I mean, seriously, the resemblance is uncanny. I'd ask, but I have no clue how old All Might actually is.

The transformation jutsu is amazing. I could turn into anyone! I even tried it out on my mom—I transformed into her, and she freaked out. Like, she was full-on losing her mind because I not only looked like her, I sounded like her too.

But then Naruto-sensei went ahead and blew my mind again. Turns out, his transformation jutsu is on another level. The one they teach in Konoha is just an illusion, but Naruto's version? It's the real deal. You actually become the person. It takes way more chakra, but damn, it's so worth it. It's going to be super useful if I ever decide to do underground hero work. I'm still torn between being a spotlight hero or going underground, but hey, I've got time to figure it out.

So, yeah. The past two months have been wild, and I feel like I'm barely scratching the surface of what Naruto can teach me. But man, it's a hell of a ride.

Izuki's Diary – Training Under Naruto-sensei

End of Month 5

Oh my gosh! I am so sorry, Diary! I didn't mean to just abandon you like that! I've just been super busy training the past three months, and let me tell you—I've learned a shit ton.

Okay, so where do I even start? Oh, I know—how Naruto-kun got his parents' memories. Yeah, I finally learned the truth, and holy crap, it's wild.

So, remember how I was trying to figure out why Naruto was hated so much in his village? Well, here's the bombshell: Kami help me, the Nine-Tailed Fox is fucking real. Not even kidding—like, from video games and anime. The damn thing exists, and it was sealed inside Naruto. Yeah, let that sink in. Naruto literally had the world's most terrifying fox monster sealed inside him his whole life. No wonder people were scared of him!

Naruto actually showed me the memories of his birth—straight from his mom and dad. His mom, Kushina Uzumaki, was the previous Jinchuriki of the Nine-Tails. Oh, right—you probably don't know what a Jinchuriki is. Let me break it down: Jinchuriki literally means "Power of Human Sacrifice." They're humans who've had one of these tailed beasts sealed inside them. The tailed beasts are these nine giant monsters, each with a different number of tails. They're basically massive, living forms of chakra—like, big red chakra monsters that make most shinobi look like ants in comparison.

So, according to what Naruto told me, these beasts are insanely powerful, but they're also kind of wild and untamed. When they're sealed inside a human, though, the Jinchuriki can help them use their power more effectively. Basically, they become super-powered badasses.

At least, I think that's what he was saying, because, I'll be honest, I fucking passed out when he told me there are nine tailed beasts in total. And the Nine-Tails? That thing is mountain-sized. MOUNTAIN-SIZED. What the actual fuck?! How does someone just live with a literal mountain-sized demon fox inside them?!

Anyway, back to the memory of Naruto's birth. So, it turns out, Apparently, when a female Jinchuriki gives birth, the seal holding the Nine-Tails weakens. So, Kushina-chan was vulnerable because, you know, pregnancy and all. Naruto-kun's father, Minato, was there to reinforce the seal, ready to keep that giant chakra monster contained. But, of course, this is Naruto's life we're talking about, so things couldn't just go smoothly.

Enter Asshole with an Orange Mask—seriously, fuck that guy. He shows up out of nowhere, kills the midwives (like, who even does that?!), and then kidnaps baby Naruto. Minato had to make a split-second decision: save his wife or save his newborn son. And let's be real, if he'd picked Kushina over Naruto, she would've killed him herself. So, obviously, he chooses Naruto.

And the Masked Asshole? He tries to stab Naruto with a kunai. A fucking baby. Who the hell does that?! Luckily, Minato swooped in like the badass he is, saving Naruto in the nick of time. But get this—the blankets covering baby Naruto were laced with explosion tags. For anyone who doesn't know, explosion tags are basically magical paper bombs that blow shit up. Yeah, fun. So Minato had to teleport himself, baby Naruto, and those damn tags away within seconds to avoid the whole place going boom.

And did I mention Minato teleported all of them away in the blink of an eye? Like, Naruto's dad is on another level. He didn't just save Naruto—he saved Kushina, too. Absolute legend.

But wait, it gets worse. When Minato gets back to Kushina, the Nine-Tails had already been ripped out of her, and the damn fox was on the loose. Let me just say, seeing the Nine-Tails in Naruto's memory nearly made me piss myself. That thing was standing on two legs, taller than mountains. At one point, it swung its tail and sliced an entire mountain in half. I'm not exaggerating. One swing, and boom, mountain gone.

And here I am, thinking All Might in his prime could handle anything. Yeah, no. Not even 100 All Mights would've stood a chance against that monster. I'm seriously starting to wonder what the hell people in Naruto's world are made of.

Anyway, back to the shitstorm. Konoha—Naruto's village—was half destroyed by the time Minato showed up. But because he's the definition of badass, he teleported the entire Nine-Tails several miles away to prevent even more destruction. Then, as if that wasn't enough, he called on Shinigami—the freaking God of Death—to help him seal the Nine-Tails into newborn Naruto.

Yep. You heard that right. This giant, mountain-slicing fox monster got sealed into a baby. Talk about a rough start to life.

That's when I found out why he was hated and it's stupid as fuck! Naruto was literally the only person keeping the nine-tail from destroying the village.

Seriously I don't know how the third Hokage could have fucked it up that bad. I am literally 2 weeks within learning the basics of Fuinjutsu and I can tell the difference between the water bottle and the water it holds.

The Nine-Tails is like water, and Naruto is the bottle containing it. They're two separate things, yet connected. Ugh, it's so confusing! Maybe it's just me, but doesn't it seem odd that the Hokage, the leader of an entire village with more power than a president, could basically act like a dictator? They could literally tell someone to jump off a building, and that person would have to obey. Or if the Hokage ordered a shinobi to kill someone and take the blame, they'd have no choice but to follow through. So why on earth didn't the Third Hokage do anything to stop the assassination attempts on Naruto?

I can't help but feel like the Third Hokage harbored some kind of resentment toward Naruto. Wasn't one of the midwives at Naruto's birth his wife, or at least someone close to him?

I'm pretty sure the Third Hokage was manipulating Naruto. Naruto once told me how the Third Hokage's Anbu team would always show up right after the beatings ended, or how the Hokage just happened to be there at the hospital, right when Naruto woke up after being tortured. It's suspicious, isn't it? I'm convinced the Third Hokage did all of this to make Naruto believe he could trust him. Naruto even said that, in the beginning, it was only the Third Hokage who ever spoke to him or treated him kindly.

And I finally understand why Naruto loves ramen so much. I'm just relieved that there was at least one shop in Konoha that would serve him. That's right, a small place called Ramen Ichiraku. It makes sense why he calls ramen the food of the gods. The father and daughter who owned the shop treated Naruto like the little boy he was, not like a monster. They didn't see the Nine-Tails. They just saw a scared, starving kid.

Okay, I'll get back to this later,

So, here's the thing—I've come to realize that Naruto-sensei is chill. Like, seriously chill. He's nice to pretty much everyone he meets, especially if they're nice to him. But if someone pisses him off? Oh man, you're done. Prime example: those assholes who used to bully me. I'm pretty sure Naruto-sensei traumatized them so badly they had to transfer schools. I mean, after what he did, I wouldn't want to show my face again either.

But here's what's really been bugging me—lately, I've noticed some of the girls at school have started flirting with him. Like, what the actual fuck? They're trying to steal his attention away from me! These bitches better back off because, let's be honest, Naruto is too dense to even realize what's going on. Thankfully, he spends most of his time hanging out with me, so take that, wannabe fangirls!

Speaking of rivals… Katsumi. Yeah, she's been eyeing me like I'm her competition now, all because my wonderful mother invited Naruto over for dinner. Of course, it's partly my fault—I told Mom that Naruto lives alone since his parents died when he was young, and naturally, she went full-on "mother mode." Now she keeps inviting him over and teasing the hell out of me. Seriously, she's relentless.

The worst part? The other night, she straight up asked him if he wanted kids! And Naruto, in his usual honest fashion, casually replies, "Yeah, I'd like a few kids when I'm older."

Cue my mother's evil grin and the look that screamed, 'Give me grandbabies.' Meanwhile, I'm sitting there, trying not to pass out or die of embarrassment on the spot. I had to act like I wasn't even in the room, just to avoid combusting on the spot. I swear, my mom must get some sick pleasure out of watching me squirm. She probably enjoys it when I almost pass out.

But the real kicker? That wasn't even the worst of it. The next time Mom invited Naruto over for dinner, she decided to up the stakes. She invited Auntie Mitsuki and—get this—Katsumi too. Yep. It was a double ambush, and neither Naruto nor I saw it coming.

Flashback – The Dinner Meeting

Location: The Midoriya Apartment. Time: Dinner.

The door to the Midoriya apartment creaked open, and Izuki stepped inside, her voice a little tense as she called out, "I'm back from training, Mom. I brought Naruto to join us for dinner." She was dressed in a black long-sleeve shirt and blue jeans, casually pulling off her red sneakers as she entered the hallway.

But then she froze. Her eyes landed on two extra pairs of shoes near the door—both clearly women's shoes. One pair, in particular, was unmistakable. Shit.

Of course her Auntie Mitsuki was here. Which meant Katsumi was, too.

Izuki didn't even have time to curse properly before Naruto stepped in behind her, bending down to take off his black high-tops. He was dressed surprisingly well—wearing a crisp white button-down shirt and black dress pants. In his hands was a box, and Izuki knew exactly what was inside: cake. Because, of course, Naruto couldn't come to dinner empty-handed.

"Thank you for having me, Inko," Naruto said warmly, his voice polite as always. He walked in behind Izuki, clearly unaware of the tension rising inside her as she mentally facepalmed, realizing exactly what her mother had set up. And if Mitsuki was here… this night was going to be pure chaos. Auntie Mitsuki was like her mom on steroids when it came to teasing.

They made their way to the living room, where the disaster was waiting to unfold. Sitting on the couch was Katsumi, looking none too pleased, and beside her was someone who looked like an older version of Katsumi—same sharp features, same fiery blonde hair. Great, Izuki thought. Just great.

"Hello there," Naruto said, his voice friendly as he gave a small nod toward Katsumi and, who he assumed, was her older sister.

"Welcome back, Izuki-chan! And Naruto-kun!" Inko chirped, practically glowing with excitement. Her eyes immediately went to the box Naruto was holding. "Oh, you brought cake! How sweet of you!" she said, winking at her daughter like she'd just won the lottery.

Mom, you have no idea what kind of shitstorm you've started, Izuki thought, feeling the heat of Katsumi's glare burning into her from across the room. The look was a mix of hatred and jealousy, and Izuki knew this wasn't going to end well.

"It's been a while, Izuki-chan!" Mitsuki's voice cut through the air as she stood up, arms wide as she pulled Izuki into a tight hug. "Look how much taller you've gotten! And you're looking more and more like your mom every day!" Her smirk was positively cat-like, and Izuki felt her face heat up. She could sense what was coming next.

"Y-Yeah, it's been a while, Auntie Mitsuki," Izuki stammered, feeling the blush creeping up her neck. "You look as beautiful as always." The compliment came out of pure instinct—she knew exactly how to handle Mitsuki, though it didn't make it any less embarrassing.

Naruto, meanwhile, stood politely, giving Mitsuki a soft smile and a small bow. "Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Naruto Uzumaki, Izuki's classmate, and a friend of your younger sister, Katsumi." He straightened, completely unaware of the ticking time bomb he had just walked into.

Katsumi's hand slapped against her face with a groan, already anticipating her mother's reaction. Here we go, she thought.

Sure enough, Mitsuki's smirk widened. "Well, aren't you a sweetheart?" she said, clearly pleased. "But just to set the record straight, I'm not Katsumi's older sister." She placed her hands on her hips, the smugness radiating off her. "I'm her mother."

Naruto blinked, visibly taken aback. "Wow…" was all he managed to say, looking genuinely surprised. Mitsuki's grin only grew wider, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She turned to Katsumi, giving her a pointed look. 'Told you I still look young, brat.'

Katsumi rolled her eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn't get stuck in the back of her head.

Izuki, meanwhile, was trying desperately not to laugh. The tension in the room was palpable, but there was something about the way Mitsuki was handling Naruto's obliviousness that made it all the more ridiculous.

Well, this is going to be one hell of a dinner, she thought, bracing herself for whatever chaos was about to unfold.

They had all moved to the dining table, the warm glow of the overhead light casting a cozy atmosphere in the room. The sound of plates being set and the soft hum of conversation filled the air, but the tension between certain members of the group was almost palpable. Izuki sat next to Naruto, trying not to draw attention to herself, while Mitsuki, with Katsumi on her right, kept a sly eye on the two of them.

"So, Naruto-san," Mitsuki began, her voice dripping with playful curiosity as she settled into her seat, "how old are you? And how long have you known my daughter and Izuki-chan?"

Naruto, sitting next to Izuki, straightened up politely before answering. "I transferred here to Musutafu, Japan, at the start of our second year. I'm 15 years old, turning 16 on October 10," he said, oblivious to the way Mitsuki's eyes flickered toward Katsumi, giving her a look that screamed, 'Oh, so this is the one you like.'

Katsumi, already bristling, shot her mother a furious glare, silently warning her, 'Don't you dare! And you're wrong!'

But Mitsuki wasn't one to let a chance like this slip. "So, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked innocently, though her gaze lingered on Izuki, who was actively trying to sink into her chair, wishing she could just disappear.

Naruto blinked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Uh… no, not really," he said, sounding a bit shy. Mitsuki glanced at Katsumi again, a smug look plastered on her face, while Katsumi clenched her fists under the table, clearly growling under her breath, 'You better not say anything, old Hag'

Sensing the awkwardness in the air, Naruto frowned slightly, tilting his head. "Why do you ask, Lady Bakugo?" he questioned, curious about her line of questioning.

Mitsuki waved him off, her lips twitching into a frown. "Oh, don't bother with all that 'Lady Bakugo' stuff. Just call me Mitsuki. Or—" she stopped herself, eyes darting to Katsumi, who was gripping the edge of the table so hard her knuckles were turning white. "Mitsuki is fine," she finished with a slight smirk, knowing full well what she almost said.

There was an unmistakable tension brewing between the girls. Izuki was blushing furiously, her face a deep shade of red, while Katsumi's irritation was evident, her scowl deepening with every passing second. Mitsuki, of course, was thoroughly enjoying herself.

"So, Naruto-san," Mitsuki continued, her tone shifting to something more casual but no less nosy, "what's your quirk? It's a common enough question during dinner, after all."

Naruto's face brightened a little as he answered, "Oh, it's an Emitter-type. I call it 'Chakra.' I can use elemental abilities, create clones of myself, and channel the energy inside me to make myself faster and stronger."

Mitsuki's eyes widened in surprise, clearly intrigued. Just as she opened her mouth to respond, a puff of smoke appeared behind Naruto, and another Naruto waved before disappearing just as quickly.

"Oh!" Mitsuki gasped, clearly impressed. "That's actually really rare… So, you're helping Izuki-chan train, then?" she asked, turning her attention to her niece.

Naruto nodded, but it was Izuki who spoke up, nervously rubbing her thumbs together. "Yeah, it turns out I unlocked my quirk a few months ago, and it's… similar to Naruto's quirk," she said, her voice soft but steady.

Katsumi's mouth fell open, her eyes widening. "What?!"

"Really?" Mitsuki chimed in, her smile growing wider. "That's amazing, Izuki-chan! So, how is it similar?"

Izuki cleared her throat, trying to calm her nerves. "It works similarly to his, but I call it 'power source.' I have a much smaller amount than Naruto does. He was the one who noticed it first—he sensed a similar energy in me. He's been teaching me how to use it in different ways."

Without hesitation, Izuki formed a series of hand seals, and in a puff of smoke, she transformed. Standing where Izuki had been moments ago was now a middle-aged man with short brown hair, a neat mustache, and rectangular glasses—none other than Masaru Bakugo, Katsumi's father.

"Hello, dear," 'Masaru' said, his voice eerily accurate. "How are you doing?"

Mitsuki's eyes went wide as she instinctively reached out, touching 'Masaru's' cheek and hair, her jaw practically hitting the floor. "Masaru?!"

A moment later, Izuki dispelled the transformation in a cloud of smoke, returning to her usual self with a sheepish grin. "Pretty cool, right?"

Mitsuki blinked in surprise, then broke out into a wide smile. "That's incredible, Izuki-chan!"

Katsumi, however, was less than impressed. She growled, her hands clenched into fists as she leaned forward, glaring daggers at Izuki. "What else can you do?" she snapped, her competitive spirit flaring up as usual.

Izuki glanced hesitantly at Naruto, unsure if she should show off what she had learned. Naruto gave her a small nod, encouraging her to go ahead. Taking a deep breath, Izuki stood up, and with a graceful leap, she landed upside down on the ceiling, walking across it as easily as if it were solid ground beneath her feet. The room fell silent, everyone staring up at her in shock as she casually strolled along the ceiling.

With a fluid movement, Izuki flipped back down to the floor, landing without making a single sound. Just as she settled, Naruto tossed a chopstick at her, the wooden utensil flying straight for her head. For a brief moment, it looked like Izuki was hit, but her form suddenly flickered and faded, leaving behind nothing but a pillow in her place.

"How was that?" Izuki asked, her voice coming from the couch where she now sat, completely unharmed.

Mitsuki's eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape as she tried to process what she had just witnessed. "Okay, what the fuck?" she blurted out, not even bothering to sugarcoat her reaction. Walking on the ceiling was impressive enough, but replacing into a pillow to avoid being hit and then teleporting? That was on a whole other level.

Izuki gave a nervous smile, clearly pleased with her performance, but Katsumi crossed her arms beneath her chest, scowling. "Whatever. That's nothing special," she muttered, her eyes locking onto Naruto. She leaned forward slightly, pushing her chest out, hoping to catch his attention. Guys are dumb for boobs, right? Katsumi thought. If Naruto stared, she could call him out on being a pervert, but secretly, she'd be pleased that he noticed her.

Just as Katsumi was about to comment, Naruto spoke up, his expression completely innocent. "I like your shirt. Orange looks nice on you, Katsumi-san," he said kindly, not even glancing at her chest. His favorite color was orange, so it wasn't unusual for him to say something like that. Besides, the color really did suit her.

Katsumi's face flushed red, not from anger this time, but from the unexpected compliment. "Who the hell told you to call me by my name, tomato head?" she hissed, her embarrassment coming out as irritation.

Naruto blinked, looking genuinely confused. "You told me last week to stop calling you Bakugo-san, or you'd choke me with your thighs," he replied, his tone innocent but leaving Katsumi flustered.

Mitsuki snorted, barely containing her laughter as she shot her daughter a knowing look. 'Yeah, you're totally a tsundere,' her expression said, making Katsumi's scowl deepen even further. Meanwhile, Inko giggled softly, fully aware that both girls had a crush on Naruto, who remained blissfully oblivious as ever.

Izuki sat back down, handing Naruto his chopsticks with a smile. She watched as Katsumi growled at Naruto, her frustration evident, while Mitsuki's laughter echoed through the room. It was clear to Izuki that the dinner had turned into a comedy show, with Naruto as the unwitting star.

Dinner at the Midoriya apartment had taken on an odd atmosphere, with Katsumi trying—and failing—attracting Naruto's attention. She had even gone as far as rubbing her foot against his leg under the table, her eyes narrowed in concentration, but her efforts were entirely wasted. What she didn't realize, though, was that it wasn't Naruto's leg she was rubbing. It was Izuki's.

Izuki's face turned an impressive shade of red as she tried to maintain her composure. Katsumi's foot, completely unaware of its unintended victim, had even brushed against her inner thigh a few times. It took every ounce of self-control for Izuki not to freak out on the spot. Meanwhile, Naruto sat across from them, completely oblivious to the situation unfolding just inches away.

Casually, he was engaged in conversation with Inko and Mitsuki, his tone calm and polite. "I work part-time at a café and bakery, which is why I'm wearing these clothes," Naruto explained with a small smile when Mitsuki asked why he was dressed so formally.

The dinner continued smoothly after that, the sound of clinking plates and soft laughter filling the warm, cozy apartment. But even as the evening began to wind down, Izuki noticed something that sent a shiver down her spine. Her mother and Auntie Mitsuki exchanged a look—one that made it clear they were planning something. Neither Katsumi, Naruto, nor Izuki knew what it was, but the smirks on their faces were unmistakable. It was the look of two cats who had just eaten the canary.

The evening drew to a close, and as everyone stood to leave, Naruto—ever the gentleman—offered, "It's already pretty dark outside. I can walk you both home, if you'd like." He turned to Mitsuki and Katsumi, completely unaware of the tension in Katsumi's face.

Katsumi's eyes widened in surprise before she scowled. "We don't need you walking us home! What do we look like, defenseless women?!" she snapped, her voice sharp with frustration. Her cheeks burned red with embarrassment, and she crossed her arms tightly over her chest.

Mitsuki, however, was quick to cut in. "Oh, that sounds wonderful! Thank you, Naruto-kun." She smirked as she watched the betrayed expression on her daughter's face. Katsumi shot her mother a look that could have melted steel, but Mitsuki just shrugged it off with a knowing grin.

As they made their way to the door, Katsumi's voice cut through the air, her frustration finally boiling over. "And don't even think about stealing my panties when you figure out where I live, got it?!" she hissed, clearly flustered.

Naruto blinked, his expression one of pure confusion. "Why would I do that?" he asked earnestly, genuinely baffled by the outburst.

Behind him, Mitsuki burst into laughter, fully aware of the situation her daughter was in. Katsumi was doing her best to navigate her crush on the most dense guy in existence, and Mitsuki was thoroughly entertained by the whole ordeal.

As the door closed behind them, Izuki let out a long breath, her face still red from the whole bizarre evening. The sound of her mother's giggle didn't help. Inko had clearly noticed everything, and she, too, was in on whatever plan she and Mitsuki were cooking up. Izuki could already tell that things were only going to get weirder from here.

So, you might be wondering, How the hell is Naruto-kun so clueless? I mean, it's kind of impressive, right? Well, it's all because of how he was treated back in Konoha. Like I mentioned during our second month of training, I hate the people there. And don't even get me started on his so-called "friends." If you can even call those assholes his friends.

Naruto doesn't know how to act when someone's flirting with him because he just thinks people are being friendly. Yeah, I know. What the fuck, right? But after hearing what he's been through, it's not that surprising.

He told me that when he ended up in the hospital (which happened a lot, apparently), he'd just sit in his room, watching people come and go. He had no friends his age until he was twelve. Twelve! And even then, the person he called a friend was another Jinchuriki who tried to kill him. I mean, what kind of "friendship" is that? No one from his graduating class ever called him a friend. They barely tolerated him. He said he'd introduce them as his friends, and they'd literally roll their eyes behind his back. Can you believe that shit?

So, yeah. I really, really don't like his "friends" from Konoha. Fuck those guys.

Naruto didn't realize any of this, though. He just wanted someone—anyone—to care about him. And then there was this girl, Sakura. He used to like her because of how they met. Apparently, when they were kids, he found her lost in the woods, crying and scared out of her mind. And what does Naruto do? He helps her. He was living in the forest at the time because, oh yeah, did I mention he got kicked out of an orphanage when he was four? Yeah, now you know.

Anyway, he found Sakura, and he gave her his only food—a fish he caught that was supposed to be his dinner. He just wanted to make her smile. Then he walked her all the way back to her house, probably feeling like a damn hero. And here's the kicker—Sakura told him she loved him. Can you imagine? Little Naruto's heart must have been soaring.

But then, as soon as he got her home, the villagers attacked him. They thought he had brainwashed her. They broke both of his arms, nearly took out his left eye, smashed his nose, cracked a few ribs, and tossed him onto a garbage heap like he was nothing. Just because he tried to help.

And then—months later—he runs into Sakura again. You'd think after everything, she'd at least give him a smile, right? But no. No, no, no. You're wrong if that's what you were thinking. She looked at him and said, "Get away from me. I hate you." She called him a "Freaking monster."

Can you believe that shit? After everything he did for her.

I have a theory about Naruto and the memories he might have of his parents. While he's mentally mature in some ways, he's still inexperienced in others. I don't think his parents passed on the experience of love to him. I'm not entirely sure what love is myself, but I do know what flirting looks like—and he definitely doesn't. Maybe he didn't get the chance to talk to or interact with many girls back in Konoha, or maybe he's just confused. Like I mentioned earlier in my diary, a lot of girls at our school have crushes on him. Some think he's attractive, others are drawn to his mysterious nature, and most are probably just interested in his quirk and his potential to make it big in the hero leagues.

I can't stand those girls who are only interested in using him without getting to know him for who he is. I know what it feels like to like someone more than just as a friend—I've looked it up online, and I even asked my mom about it when I was younger. But Naruto doesn't seem to have had that same understanding. I want to ask him more about it, but I don't want to bother him more than I need to. Sometimes I feel like his therapist, trying to piece together all the ways Konoha has messed him up.

My theory is that his parents left that part of him empty, giving him space to discover those feelings and develop that emotional side on his own. It might explain why he's so dense when it comes to romance.

Okay, enough with the sad stuff. I swear, I'm not trying to cry while writing this—never mind, I'm crying. So, if there are tear marks on this page, just ignore them.

Let's switch gears. On a happier note, I've started learning some new jutsu. And not just the basic stuff anymore. Nope, Naruto-sensei has been teaching me elemental jutsu, which is way cooler than anything I've learned so far. I had no idea how you even figure out what element you can use, so naturally, I asked him.

Naruto-sensei explained that there are the Basic Nature Transformations, which are the foundation of all elemental ninjutsu. They're made up of the five elemental chakra natures, and apparently, each element has a strength and a weakness, like this:

•Fire (火, Hi) is strong against Wind but weak against Water.

•Wind (風, Kaze) is strong against Lightning but weak against Fire.

•Lightning (雷, Kaminari) is strong against Earth but weak against Wind.

•Earth (土, Tsuchi) is strong against Water but weak against Lightning.

•Water (水, Mizu) is strong against Fire but weak against Earth.

Yeah, I know—it's a lot to take in. And, uh… I may have passed out when he told me all of that.

Don't laugh! You would've done the same thing if you were in my shoes!

I played Pokémon a lot as a little girl, and some things just don't make sense to me now. For example, I always thought water would beat earth, like in Pokémon, but with chakra affinities, it's different. Or how lightning can destroy Earth-style jutsu—in Pokémon, lightning doesn't affect ground types at all! It's strange how the rules are so different between the two worlds, but I guess chakra is just weird like that.

Anyway, once I recovered, Naruto-sensei pulled out this little paper that could show me my chakra affinity. He said that every person's chakra naturally leans toward one of the five basic nature transformations, and sometimes it can be genetic. I might have a fire affinity because of my dad—who, by the way, was a total asshole. He could breathe flames out of his mouth, which sounds cool, but I'm not impressed. Why? Because he bailed on us when he found out I was quirkless. So yeah, fuck him.

Naruto-sensei just gave me a sympathetic look when I mentioned my father. He didn't press me on it, though, which I appreciated. He's good like that. He gets it.

So, when Naruto-sensei told me we were going to find out my chakra nature, I thought it was going to be some epic, secret jutsu or something. You know, something involving blood or an ancient scroll. I mean, the guy's been teaching me the basics of Fuinjutsu, and that stuff is fucking dangerous, so naturally, I was expecting something intense.

But no. You know how I found out my nature affinity?

A small piece of blank paper.

Yeah, no joke. I thought he was messing with me at first—like, what the hell is this? A glorified arts-and-crafts project? But then I saw his bright smile, all genuine and everything, and realized he wasn't kidding.

He explained that the paper is made from a special type of tree that's grown with chakra, and when you channel your own chakra into it, it reacts to reveal your elemental affinity. They call it "Chakra Induction Paper."

Before handing me my own paper, Naruto-sensei gave me the rundown on how the reactions work. "So, when the paper is exposed to your chakra, it'll react in one of five ways," he explained, holding up the delicate slip of paper between his fingers. "Here's what you need to know:

•If you have a fire affinity, the paper will ignite and turn to ash.

•Wind will make the paper split in two.

•Lightning will cause it to wrinkle.

•Earth will turn it to dirt and make it crumble away.

•And water will make the paper wet."

He glanced at me, making sure I was following. I nodded, though inside I was still skeptical. It just sounded… too simple.

Then, to prove his point, he showed me his own affinity. He channeled his chakra into the paper, and in an instant, it split right down the middle. One half became damp, while the other half crumbled into dirt.

I blinked, completely stunned.

"Three natures," Naruto said, grinning. "Wind is my primary, but I've also got water and earth."

He handed me my own slip of paper, and suddenly, I wasn't so sure anymore. My hands were shaking a bit as I took it, but I wasn't about to back down. I took a deep breath and channeled my chakra into the paper.

It instantly turned wet, as if I'd just dipped it into a glass of water. Then, almost as quickly, it wrinkled.

I stared down at the now-wet and crumpled paper, my mouth hanging open. "Water… and lightning?" I said, my voice almost a whisper.

Naruto nodded, looking impressed. "Looks like water's your primary, and lightning's your secondary."

I was honestly shocked—pun intended. I had fully expected fire, considering my bastard of a father had a quirk that let him breathe flames. I guess part of me had been bracing for that connection. But no. Turns out, I'm nothing like him in that regard.

And you know what? I'm glad.

Naruto must've seen something in my expression, because he gave me a reassuring smile. "You didn't get fire, huh?" he asked gently.

"Yeah," I muttered, still staring at the paper. "But honestly? I think I'm okay with that."

So, after I found out my chakra nature, Naruto-sensei told me something that gave me a bit of a reality check. Apparently, shinobi have an easier time mastering a chakra nature that matches their affinity, but—and here's the kicker—it can still take years to fully control it. Yeah, I don't exactly have years considering the U.A. entrance exam is just five months away.

Naturally, I panicked. But then Naruto-sensei smirked and said, "Don't worry, I've got something that'll speed things up."

And boy, was he right. He taught me a jutsu that's so broken it almost feels unfair. And to be honest, Naruto-sensei abuses the hell out of it—which is probably why he's already so damn good at everything.

The Shadow Clone Jutsu.

Sounds simple, right? Wrong. This isn't some basic illusion or clone trick. It's a forbidden jutsu that allows the user to create real, physical copies of themselves. I'm talking actual bodies that can fight, learn, and interact with the world.

"Why is it forbidden?" I asked, standing in the clearing where we were training. The wind rustled through the trees, and the sky was turning that soft shade of orange as the sun began to set.

Naruto grinned, that playful, slightly cocky smile of his. "Because it's dangerous if you don't have enough chakra to handle it. But for you? You've got a decent reserve and even if you don't have enough. I know of a seal that gives you some of my chakra which will allow you to create a few or a couple of Shadow clones"

He went on to explain the benefits, and holy shit, there are so many.

"First," he started, "there's the battle tactics. You can overwhelm your enemies by fighting with multiple clones. They can use any jutsu or skill you know, which makes it easy to confuse or outmaneuver your opponent."

I could only blink at him, trying to picture it. "Wait, so… I can send a bunch of me to attack from all sides?"

Naruto nodded. "Exactly. You'd be a one-person army."

Okay, that's pretty badass.

"But the real game-changer," he continued, "is the knowledge transfer. When the clones disperse, all the experience, memories, everything they learn gets sent back to you."

I blinked, processing that. "So… I could use them for training?"

"That's right," he said, his smile growing wider. "You can learn new techniques in a fraction of the time. If you create ten clones and train them all in the same thing, that's ten times the experience coming back to you."

"Wait—what?" My brain was trying to catch up. "So… I can literally speed up my training?"

Naruto's laugh echoed through the clearing. "You got it. That's why I can handle so much. I've been using shadow clones to cut my training time in half—or less."

I just stared at him. "That's fucking broken."

He laughed again. "Yep. It is. But there's more. The clones can be used for recon missions, act as decoys, help in combat, multitask… The possibilities are endless. But," he added, his tone growing more serious, "it's not all sunshine and rainbows."

I raised an eyebrow. "Of course, there's a catch."

"Several, actually," he said, crossing his arms. "First, each clone takes a chunk of your chakra. The more you make, the more it drains you. If you're not careful, you'll end up completely wiped out."

That part made me nervous. "And how do I know when I've made too many?"

He shrugged. "You'll feel it. Trust me, you'll know when you're pushing your limit."

Great. Just what I needed—another thing to worry about.

He continued, ticking off more cons. "Clones are also fragile. One hit, and poof, they're gone. Plus, if you're absorbing the experiences of multiple clones at once, it can cause serious mental fatigue. It's a lot to process."

I frowned. "So, if I send a bunch of clones out and they all get wiped at the same time…"

"You're gonna feel it," he confirmed. "It can be overwhelming, especially if they've been active for a while. You have to be strategic about it."

"And," he added, "it's not exactly subtle. There's a loud popping sound when they appear, which means you won't be sneaking around with them."

I couldn't help but laugh a little at that. "So much for stealth missions."

He grinned. "Yeah, shadow clones are more about power and versatility than stealth. But trust me, they're worth it."

So, here's the thing about shadow clones—Naruto-sensei wasn't going to let me go wild with them. He told me, very seriously, that I could only make three at a time.

"Why only three?" I'd asked, genuinely confused. We were standing in the clearing where we usually trained, the soft rustle of leaves filling the air. The sun was just peeking through the treetops, casting long shadows over the grass.

"Because," he said, crossing his arms, "if you try to absorb too much information at once, you could literally fry your brain. I'm talking about serious mental overload."

I blinked. "Like… brain-dead?"

"Exactly," he said, his face dead serious. "That's why you're going to learn to meditate before we start using clones for training."

And that's how I found myself sitting cross-legged on the ground, trying to clear my mind. At first, it was weird, and I felt kind of stupid sitting there, but after a while, I started to get the hang of it. The whole point was to help me process the information from the clones more smoothly, without overwhelming my brain.

The first time I made a shadow clone, I had it read a book. For half an hour, it sat there, flipping through the pages while I watched, curious but still skeptical. When the clone finally dispelled, the information came flooding back to me.

At first, it felt like my head had been hit with a brick. I winced, pressing my fingers to my temples as I tried to process the rush of knowledge. But then, after meditating and taking a few deep breaths, the pain eased, and I realized… I knew everything from that book.

"It worked," I muttered in disbelief, blinking a few times as I reviewed the information in my mind.

Naruto-sensei grinned from where he stood a few feet away. "Told you it would."

And that's how the real training began. He started me on the first step of chakra transformation, which involved using my nature affinity. I had to learn how to make a leaf wrinkle and another one get wet. Sounds simple, right? Wrong. It was way harder than I thought it would be.

"Thank Kami Naruto-sensei has a water affinity," I mumbled to myself one day, frustrated as I stared at the leaf in my hand. He had shown me a trick to speed up the process of making the leaf damp with chakra.

But lightning? That was a whole other story. Naruto didn't have a lightning affinity, but his father did. Thanks to the memories he inherited from him, Naruto was able to give me some tips. It still took me 15 days to get the first step right, even with the help of my two shadow clones.

And here's where things got embarrassing.

See, the thing about shadow clones is that, while they are technically me, they sometimes have slightly… different personalities. And by that, I mean they can be traitors. I swear, it's like flipping a coin—50/50 chance they'll act like me or do something totally ridiculous.

One day, we were mid-training, and my clones decided they were bored. So, instead of focusing on chakra control, one of them stood up, stretched dramatically, and said, "I think I'm done for the day. Let's go get ramen."

The other clone immediately agreed. "Yeah, we've been working hard. I think we deserve a break."

I stood there, mouth agape, staring at the two traitors. "What the hell are you doing?! We're in the middle of training!"

"Relax," one clone said, waving me off. "We'll get back to it. Eventually."

Naruto-sensei, of course, was watching this unfold with an amused look on his face, trying so hard not to laugh.

I glared at him. "Don't even think about encouraging them."

He shrugged innocently. "Hey, it's your chakra. You deal with them."

I facepalmed, groaning. "I swear, I hate you both," I muttered, dispelling the clones before they could do anything else stupid.

So, yeah. Shadow clones? Super useful. But also, total pains in the ass.

Izuki's Diary – End of Month 6

(The Glow-Up is Real)

Okay, guess what, bitches? This time, I didn't forget you. And I've got some major updates.

First off, I'm no longer a shrimp. That's right—I'm out of the 4-foot club. Say hello to 5 feet and 1.5 inches. Basically 5'2", but I'll take it! And did I mention that I've actually got muscle now? Yeah, you heard that right. I've been getting toned in the best possible way, and my mom nearly had a heart attack when she saw me walking around the apartment in just a sports bra and shorts.

"Oh my gosh, Izuki!" she gasped, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of my new physique. "When did this happen?"

I shrugged, smirking. "I told you, Naruto-sensei is sadistic with his training."

And it's true. I'm so much stronger and faster now. And, uh… other changes, too. Like, I'm no longer rocking the B-cup squad. I'm officially a C-cup now, and while that might sound like a win, it actually kind of sucks because now I've gotta buy new bras. Yay for growing pains.

But that's not the only thing that's improved. My stamina? Insane. I can literally run for hours without breaking a sweat. Hell, I can probably outrun a marathon at this point. And I've also been practicing weapon handling. Yeah, that's right. I'm not just learning how to throw punches—I'm learning how to throw kunai and shuriken, too.

Naruto-sensei started me off with wooden kunai because, well, let's face it, I'd probably have sliced off a finger or two if I'd started with real metal ones. The training ground is this open forested area, with tall trees towering over us, casting long shadows in the late afternoon sun. I've gotten used to the sound of kunai thudding against bark, but one time, Naruto channeled his wind chakra into a shuriken and sent it flying. That thing sliced through multiple trees like they were butter.

I stood there, mouth agape, watching as chunks of trees just fell over. "Holy shit…"

Naruto grinned, completely unfazed by the destruction he'd caused. "You'll get there."

"Uh-huh," I muttered, still staring at the carnage.

He's been teaching me the proper way to throw, and my aim is getting better by the day. Honestly, I'm proud of myself. I can actually hit targets now without worrying that I'll accidentally poke someone's eye out—well, most of the time.

"Don't worry," Naruto told me, handing me a wooden kunai. "These are reinforced with seals. They'll act just like real ones, but without the sharp edges."

I took the kunai, feeling the weight of it in my hand. It might've been made of wood, but it was solid. "And I can channel my chakra into it?"

Naruto nodded. "Exactly. You can use these during the U.A. entrance exam."

That's right—I'm using wooden kunai for the exam. They look harmless, but they're packed with seals that make them as strong as real metal ones. And get this—I sent a pair to the school for testing, and they approved them.

Kukukuku, I can't help but laugh every time I think about it. The examiners have no idea what's coming.

So yeah, six months in, and I'm not the same girl who started this crazy journey. Stronger, faster, deadlier—and a whole lot taller.

Izuki's Diary – End of Month 7

(The Rivalry and the Vigilante)

Sup, Diary. I'm back.

Yeah, I told you I wouldn't forget this time, and I'm here with some serious updates.

Let's start with the big one: Katsumi and I are officially rivals for Naruto-kun's heart. No, seriously. It's not just in my head anymore. She straight-up confronted me about it, one-on-one, in the girl's locker room. I was just minding my own business, changing after training, when she stormed up to me, arms crossed beneath her chest—by the way, slightly bigger than mine now. She's rocking a high C-cup, and I'm still just a regular C-cup. Not that it matters, but it's hard not to notice. Especially considering Auntie Mitsuki is an F-cup, so it's basically in their DNA.

Anyway, Katsumi gets all up in my face and asks, "Do you like Naruto?"

Her red eyes were sharp, challenging, and I knew she wasn't messing around. The fluorescent lights in the locker room flickered slightly, casting shadows over her serious expression. There was no backing down from this.

Without missing a beat, I said, "Yes. And I guess you like him too, huh?"

And that's when she went full tsundere on me.

"Of course not! Why would I have a crush on someone like him?!" she snapped, her face turning slightly red.

I just sweatdropped. She was so obvious. I rolled my eyes and hit her with, "Well, I'm beating you right now. I'm the closest to his heart."

I turned to walk away, feeling pretty smug, but then I heard her mutter, "Not for much longer."

Her voice was low, serious. That's when I knew—this wasn't going to be an easy rivalry.

To be honest, I don't know who would win if we fought. I mean, I've gotten way stronger thanks to Naruto-sensei's training, but Katsumi has been honing her body and quirk for years. She's no pushover.

But moving on to the next big revelation: Naruto-sensei is freaking Zenko the Vigilante. Yes, you read that right. The infamous prankster vigilante who's been terrorizing villains and pranking lazy heroes? That's my sensei.

I found out by accident. One day after training, I saw him doing his usual rounds, but there was something off. He wasn't in his normal clothes—he was in full vigilante mode. White blank fox mask with one red eye and the other yellow, hoodie, the whole getup. And then it clicked.

The stories I'd heard, the videos people posted—Naruto-sensei was Zenko. The prankster vigilante. The one who pulls pranks on heroes who aren't doing their jobs or are just plain assholes. And guess who his main victim is?

Endeavor.

No, I'm not kidding. Naruto-sensei has been trolling the Number Two Hero in broad daylight and during the night. He's relentless. Every time I see a video of Endeavor stomping around, covered in glitter or stuck in some ridiculous prank, I can't help but laugh.

I asked Naruto-sensei why he does it, and he just shrugged, saying, "It's for a good reason. Trust me."

He didn't elaborate, and I didn't push. I'm guessing there's some personal beef there, but whatever it is, Endeavor deserves it.

Oh, and here's the wildest part: Naruto-sensei is the only person in the world who's been able to slap Mirko's ass without getting pummeled. I'm not even kidding. There are tons of videos of her chasing him down, trying to catch him, but he always dodges or escapes at the last second.

I couldn't believe it at first, so I had to ask him. "Why the hell would you slap Mirko's ass, sensei?"

He gave me this sheepish grin and said, "It was an accident. I was swatting at a bee, and Mirko jumped over me. My hand just… landed there. Hard."

And when he says "hard," he means it. There was a loud smack, and apparently, it left a handprint on her butt for the rest of the day.

I couldn't stop laughing when he told me that. "You're so lucky she didn't kill you!"

"Yeah," he replied, grinning, "but it was an accident."

I have to admit, when Naruto-sensei told me the whole story about Mirko, I thought he must've had some kind of death wish. I mean, come on—Mirko is gorgeous. She's got the kind of figure most women would die for, and her fans worship the ground she walks on. But nope, my sensei decided to make her his favorite target in his vigilante alter-ego as Zenko.

There are so many videos of their chase showdowns, where Mirko just barely misses kicking his head off. And I can't tell if she's pissed about the fact that he slapped her ass that one time, or if it's because he always manages to slip away right before she can catch him. Either way, it's become some kind of game between them.

"I don't know what her deal is," Naruto said, leaning against a tree during one of our training breaks. "I think it's her pride. She's competitive. She has to catch me."

I snorted, tossing a kunai at the target across the field. "She's definitely not letting it go. She probably has a love/hate thing going with you now."

Naruto shrugged, that grin of his never leaving his face. "Maybe. There's definitely some interest there."

I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Sensei, every single guy who's a Mirko fan hates you now. You slapped her ass. They'd kill to be in your shoes."

"Hey, it was an accident!" he laughed. "But, I mean, no one else had the balls to do it, right?"

I shook my head, still trying to process it. The guy was insane. There were actual videos of Mirko flirting with him after their little chases, and every time she did, you could hear the collective jealousy of her male fans. Naruto-sensei had managed to do the impossible—something no one else would've dared.

But, speaking of impossible, there's one thing I hope Naruto-sensei doesn't do: go after All Might.

I… might have told him about the roof incident. You know, when All Might basically crushed my dreams and then revealed his true form to me? I didn't tell sensei everything, though. I left out the part about All Might being injured. I might not like All Might as much as I used to, but I still respect him as a hero. He's done a lot for people, and I didn't want Naruto messing with him.

Still… a small part of me kind of wants to see it. Just a small part.

Because if Naruto-sensei did go after All Might, it would be hilarious. Sensei's ridiculously fast, and he can teleport, which is total bullshit, by the way. He's just too damn broken.

And speaking of teleportation—he finally learned his dad's technique. It's called Hiraishin no Jutsu, and it's as badass as it sounds. Sensei's dad was a goddamn genius, and now Naruto can pull off the same move.

"Badass, right?" Naruto had said with a grin, showing me the special kunai he uses for it. "I can teleport anywhere I've marked with this."

Apparently, the way it works is that Naruto enters some kind of dimensional void and then bam—he can teleport instantly to wherever the formula is, regardless of distance or even dimensions. It's basically cheating.

I stared at him, wide-eyed. "That's fucking broken."

He nodded, still smiling. "Yeah, it is. But it takes a shit ton of chakra. My dad used it all the time back in the day, but I can't spam it like he did. Not yet, anyway."

"Yet," I muttered, crossing my arms. "Of course, there's a 'yet.' You're ridiculous."

Naruto just laughed, like this was all some casual conversation. Meanwhile, I'm sitting here wondering how on earth anyone's supposed to fight him when he's got skills like that. He's a one-man army with all the tricks in his bag.

Still… as much as I want to see him prank All Might, I also don't want to watch the Number One Hero get wrecked by teleportation bullshit. But damn, would it be funny.

Izuki's Diary – End of Month 8

(Almost There… And An Awkward Moment)

Hey, Diary. I'm back again. Two more months until the U.A. entrance exam, and you know what? I thought I'd be a nervous wreck by now, but… I'm not. Not at all. It's kind of weird, actually. I've learned a couple more jutsu, though most of them are D to C-rank. Nothing too flashy, but they'll get the job done.

My chakra pool is high enough that I think I'll do fine, as long as I don't go crazy throwing jutsu left and right. Sensei taught me one B-rank water jutsu, though, and I've got to admit—it's a monster. The only downside is that I need a huge amount of water nearby to use it. It eats up about a third of my chakra in one shot, so I'm really hoping I don't have to pull that out during the exam.

Naruto-sensei drilled it into my head from day one: "Running out of chakra is dangerous. You'll be defenseless." So yeah, I'm not about to blow all my chakra and leave myself wide open. But then, he gave me a solution that's pretty genius.

Seals.

Specifically, he placed a seal around my chakra core to store any extra chakra I don't use throughout the day. It's kind of like having a backup battery, so if I ever run low, the seal will automatically replenish my chakra pool.

Of course, there was a catch—he had to draw the seal on my belly.

Yeah. You can imagine how awkward that was.

We were training in the apartment when he told me he'd need to place the seal close to my chakra core, which is basically near my stomach. So, I had to lift my shirt. It was no big deal—I mean, I was just showing my belly, right? But the timing couldn't have been worse. My mom walked in while Naruto was drawing the seal, and from her angle, it probably looked like I was… well… showing him a lot more than just my stomach.

I swear, my face turned tomato red when I saw her eyes widen in shock before she quickly shut the door without saying a word.

Naruto, completely oblivious, kept working on the seal like nothing had happened. Meanwhile, I was dying of embarrassment.

Once he finished and left for the day, my mom wasted no time. She leaned against the doorframe, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "So… did he enjoy the show?" she asked, her voice dripping with teasing.

I nearly choked. "Mom! It wasn't like that!"

She just laughed, not at all bothered. "Relax, sweetie. You're both sixteen now. It's normal." She waved it off like it was no big deal.

Still, I'm blushing just writing this. It was so awkward.

Oh, and speaking of age—there's a reason we're all just now getting ready for high school. The law changed a few years back, right around the time All Might got that injury. Now, first-year high school students have to be a minimum of 16 years old before they can start. So, while Katsumi will be turning 17 as a first-year, I'll follow after her.

And then there's Naruto. Turns out, he's younger than we all thought. It's funny—he acts so mature sometimes that I forget he's just a few months behind us.

So, after the whole awkward seal incident, things got even more ridiculous.

My mom—bless her teasing soul—decided to ask Naruto-kun if he "enjoyed the show." Yeah, she actually thought I was flashing him. The thing is, before we even got to the whole chakra seal situation, Naruto and I had been watching anime in my room. The door was open just a crack because my mom hates closed doors when there's someone in my room. I guess she has this irrational fear that Naruto would just jump me and say, "Hey, let's do it."

As if! Naruto-kun isn't that kind of guy, and let's be real here—I'd probably be the one making the first move anyway. Like I said in earlier entries, Konoha totally screwed him over. And don't even get me started on Sakura and the other girls in that village. Seriously, fuck you, Sakura. You and every other girl who was a complete ass to Naruto-kun.

I honestly don't get it. Naruto showed me what his classmates looked like, and I still can't wrap my head around why all the girls were obsessed with Sasuke Uchiha. What, did they think he was the second coming of Kami or something? When Naruto pulled up a picture, I literally pointed at Sasuke's hair and said, "It looks like the back of a duck's ass."

Naruto-kun nearly choked from laughing. "I told Sasuke the same thing once!" he said between laughs.

Now, I'm not saying Sasuke's ugly or anything. He's good-looking, sure. But I could never deal with a personality like his—full of arrogance and angst. I've dealt with enough assholes in my life, thank you very much.

And honestly? I'm surprised no one in Konoha figured out that Naruto is the son of the Fourth Hokage. Seriously, do they all need glasses? Naruto looks like a chibi version of his dad, minus the whisker marks and with a few of his mom's features thrown in. The resemblance is obvious.

Although, I'll admit—I think Naruto-kun looks even better now with his red hair. He's like the male version of Lady Kushina, but with a few of his dad's sharper features. Definitely an upgrade.

Anyway, yeah… I hate Sakura and the other assholes from Konoha. Those idiots spent six years in their ninja academy, and I caught up in just eight months. Guess Naruto-sensei is a better teacher than those Jonin in Konoha.

But let's get back to what happened with my mom. So, after she asked Naruto if he liked "the show," I braced myself, fully expecting him to be confused, but his response?

"Yeah, I liked it. It was very beautiful," he said casually and then walked out of the apartment.

I swear, I nearly died right there. The whole thing went completely over his head. He had no idea what my mom was implying and probably thought she was talking about the anime we'd been watching. Meanwhile, my mom started laughing so hard she had to sit down, and then, to make things worse, she immediately called Auntie Mitsuki.

Great. Now I've got two troublemakers ready to tease me, and I can already feel Katsumi glaring holes into my skull from a distance.

Izuki's Diary – End of Month 9

(Almost There… And Some Secret Night Action)

So, big news: I've officially reached chunin level with my chakra. Can you believe it? All this hard work is finally paying off, and I feel stronger every day. Also, I've been working on my hero costume design, and let me tell you—I've got a clear vision.

First of all, I can't believe real shinobi wore such bright colors. Seriously, who thought it was a good idea to wear orange or neon anything while trying to be stealthy? So, I'm taking a different approach—something that blends the ninja aesthetic from my world with a bit of Naruto-kun's world. Think sleek, modern ninja vibes with just enough style to make it stand out. Nothing too flashy, but enough to look badass.

I've already got a shuriken holster strapped to my leg and a kunai pouch on my hip. That's how I've been carrying my wooden kunai and shuriken. Honestly, I doubt any cops or heroes would stop me for carrying around wooden weapons. They'd probably just assume I'm cosplaying or something.

Naruto-sensei even said I'm about at a chunin-level shinobi now. The only thing I need is more experience. And here's where it gets interesting…

Don't tell anyone, but I might have been sneaking out with Naruto-kun for some late-night villain takedowns. Yeah, I know, it's risky as hell, but I wanted to see how I'd do in real combat. At first, I was scared out of my mind, but Naruto-sensei was always there, keeping a close eye on me in case I screwed up.

The thing is, I didn't screw up. I actually took down a couple of low-level villains near my area. Nothing big, but enough to give me a taste of what real action feels like. Of course, I used the Transformation Jutsu to change my appearance, so no one would recognize me. I looked completely different—new face, new body, even a different gender once. I didn't want anyone tracing it back to me.

But we almost got caught. By Eraserhead.

Yeah, I didn't even realize how close we were until it was too late. He's got this whole underground hero vibe, and he almost caught us in the act. Apparently, Eraserhead and Naruto-sensei know each other, and he actually likes sensei. Who knew?

I had to stay low and avoid using any flashy techniques because, let's be real, Eraserhead isn't an idiot. If I slipped up, he'd probably catch on real quick. But the most interesting part? He told Naruto-kun, "You better show up at U.A. You've got too much potential to waste as a vigilante."

Can you imagine Naruto failing the U.A. entrance exam? It would be hilarious. But let's be honest, it's never going to happen. Naruto-sensei is too good. It would take some serious ultra-bad luck—or someone deliberately screwing him over—for that to happen.

As for me? I'm feeling pretty confident. I just hope I can keep up with him when the time comes.

Oh, I almost forgot—the rivalry has officially begun. Katsumi and I are at war over Naruto-kun. And yeah, I'm calling her a bitch. Not to her face, of course, because I'm not looking to get blown up. But in here? In my diary? Totally fair game.

So, that bitch pulled the first move. I don't know who told her or what got into her head, but she made Naruto-kun ramen. And not just any ramen—spicy ramen. Extremely spicy ramen. The kind of ramen that should come with a health warning.

I thought for sure it would kill him. I mean, who the hell could handle that much heat?

But news flash—Naruto can handle spicy food like it's nothing. He slurped it up like it was the best thing ever, completely unfazed by the heat, and then smiled at her like it was no big deal. "This is really good, Katsumi," he said, all casual.

Katsumi, of course, scoffed, crossing her arms in that I-don't-care way of hers. "Tch. I was just messing with you. I made it extra spicy to see if you could handle it."

But when our eyes met, she gave me this smug look and raised one finger, signaling a one-to-one tie. The message was clear: We're even.

I clenched my teeth, knowing she was feeling all high and mighty now. Sure, she might've scored with the spicy ramen, but this war is far from over. I'm not about to let her beat me.

I've got a list of scenarios in my head, each more brilliant than the last. I could trip in front of him and "accidentally" fall on top of him—maybe even land a kiss. Or, I don't know… something else. She wants a battle, and I'm more than ready to give her one.

Oh, and she was so pissed when Auntie Mitsuki casually mentioned that I gave Naruto a "show" with the whole chakra seal incident. Katsumi's face turned red, and I swear, for a second, I thought she was going to blow up the entire living room.

But no, she just clenched her fists and grumbled something about me "flashing" Naruto. I mean, it's not like she would actually go that far, right? She's just going full tsundere mode. At least, I hope that's all it is.

Mom and Auntie Mitsuki? Yeah, they're definitely stirring the pot. They spend so much time together now, I'm starting to think they're in on some grand scheme to pit Katsumi and me against each other. It's not like they're subtle about it, either. The smirks, the teasing… they know exactly what they're doing.

Oh, speaking of which, Endeavor is pissed at Naruto-kun now. You're probably wondering how that's even possible, right? Well, get this—Naruto-sensei snuck into Endeavor's house and turned his entire bedroom into a five-year-old girl's dream room. I'm talking bright pink walls, princess-themed everything, and posters of All Might covering the walls.

And no, I'm not making this up. Someone in Endeavor's house recorded the whole thing and posted it online. It's been up for about a week now, and it already has like 10 million views.

The best part? Endeavor's reaction. The man walked into his room, saw what Naruto had done, and literally set the entire thing on fire. There's a video of him standing in the middle of the flames, laughing like a maniac while his bedroom burns to ashes. It was… disturbing, to say the least. But also kind of hilarious.

No one has any idea how Naruto-sensei managed to pull it off while Endeavor was sleeping in the same room. But honestly, that's just how good Naruto is. He's got the whole country talking about him now, and his reputation as the number one vigilante is only growing.

There are even Zenko action figures being sold in my neighborhood! And guess what? I'm the only Zenko fan with an autographed figure. It's got a big "#1" on the top, and I'm keeping that shit safe. I don't know if I'll ever sell it, but if I do? I'm going to make a fortune.

Izuki's Diary – End of Ten Months of Training

(Ready for the U.A. Entrance Exam… and a "Date")

Dear Diary,

It's the end of the ten months of training, and tomorrow's the big day—the U.A. entrance exam. Honestly, I'm so fucking ready to show off all the skills I've learned from Naruto-sensei. I can't believe how far I've come. Every punch, every kick, every jutsu—it's all been leading up to this.

Naruto-kun gave me the week off to rest my muscles and relax before the exam, and while I've been taking it easy, something big happened. And by big, I mean I might have gotten the upper hand on Katsumi in our little rivalry.

Here's the thing: I asked Naruto-kun out. Well, okay… maybe not in the most direct way, but it still counts, right?

I didn't exactly say, "Hey, Naruto-kun, do you want to go on a date with me?" because—let's be real—I was too nervous to get the words out. Instead, I just blurted out a bunch of nonsense and somehow managed to get the point across. It went a little something like this:

"Hey, Naruto-kun, do you um… I m-mean, do you want to maybe, uh, accompany me to the mall? You know, 'cause I… I suck at picking out clothes and need someone to help?"

And yes, I said all of that in one breath. I thought I was going to die from embarrassment right then and there. The second the words left my mouth, I wanted the earth to swallow me whole.

But, in true Naruto fashion, he was too nice—and too dense—to realize I was asking him out. He just smiled and said, "Sure, sounds fun."

And just like that, I had a date. Well, sort of.

I swear, the chibi version of me in my head was doing backflips, mocking a tiny chibi Katsumi with a smug grin. Suck on that, Katsumi.

So, I didn't go for anything fancy because, well, dresses aren't really my thing, and I don't even know if I look good in them. But Mom insisted I looked great no matter what, so I settled on a more casual look: navy blue jeans, a gray long-sleeve shirt, and my Takara fleece coat. I figured it was a safe choice. Mom gave me a thumbs-up, so I guess I did alright.

But then Naruto-kun showed up to pick me up, and holy shit, I almost had a heart attack. He looked so good. Like, dangerously good. He was wearing blue jeans, sleek Chelsea boots, a fleece button-up shirt, a gray casual knit sweater, a navy blue jacket, and a red scarf that tied the whole look together. It wasn't fair how effortlessly cool he looked. Oh, and did I mention he's now 5 feet 8 inches tall? Yeah, he grew two whole inches in the last ten months, and it's not just his height that's changed—he's gotten even more ridiculously handsome.

When he saw me, he smiled, and that smile alone was enough to make my heart race. "You look great," he said, his voice casual but sincere.

I swear I almost melted right there. Suddenly, I didn't need my jacket anymore because my whole body was heating up from sheer embarrassment. To make things worse, my mom was lurking around the corner, snapping pictures of my reaction to seeing Naruto-kun. I'm sure I looked like a blushing mess.

As we stepped into the mall, I noticed the stares right away. Girls were practically eyeing Naruto-kun like he was a tall, cold glass of water in the middle of a desert. They couldn't help but turn their heads, checking him out as we walked past, but Naruto didn't seem to notice. He was completely focused on me, like none of those other looks even mattered to him.

And here's the part where I almost held his hand. Several times.

But every damn time I thought about reaching out, I'd realize my hands were sweaty. Like, seriously sweaty. I didn't want to grab his hand only for him to think, "Ew, why is her hand all gross?" The weirdest part was that even though my hands were cold, I was still sweating. Does that even make sense?

We walked around the mall, browsing stores, and I tried my best to keep my cool, but it was hard when every five minutes I had to stop myself from staring at him or from trying to act like this wasn't a big deal. Because it was a big deal. This was practically a date, even if he didn't realize it.

I still can't believe Naruto didn't mind taking me to all the hero shops. I mean, I dragged him to so many of them, and he didn't complain once. Honestly, I think I'm hopeless when it comes to dates. Wait—does this even count as a date? I didn't exactly say, "Hey, Naruto-kun, this is a date," but… it should count, right?

Fuck it. It's a date. I'm claiming it, and I'm definitely using this against Katsumi at some point. Though, knowing my mom, she's probably already doing that behind the scenes.

Naruto didn't seem to mind the hero shops at all, even though I went into full fangirl mode at every display. I might have bought a few Mirko-themed items, because she's still my favorite female hero. I mean, how could I not? Mirko is amazing.

I like Midnight too, but… let's be real here, the people who buy her stuff are kinda creepy. I mean, seriously. While Naruto and I were browsing, we saw this grown man buy a full-size body pillow of Midnight and Mt. Lady. Full. Size. And then he kissed both pillows on the way out of the store. I wish I were joking.

Naruto blinked at the scene, scratching the back of his head. "That's… uh…"

"Yeah, let's not think too hard about that," I muttered, trying to burn the image out of my brain.

But then things got even weirder. While I was trying to recover from the body pillow guy, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye—an older woman checking out Naruto. Like, straight-up eyeing him.

I swear to Kami, are you testing me right now? First it's random girls, now this?

And then I looked closer. No fucking way—was that Mt. Lady? The woman had the same long, blonde hair and striking violet eyes. And judging by the way she scowled at the guy who was kissing her body pillow, I'm almost certain it was her.

I grabbed Naruto's hand without even thinking, pulling him out of the store before things got any weirder. And let me tell you, I did not miss the smug look Mt. Lady gave me as we left. It was like she was saying, "Good luck, kid. He's mine if I want him."

What the hell? Isn't she like, 30 or something? Okay, maybe I'm wrong, but she's definitely older than us. Way older.

Either way, I wasn't going to let her steal my moment with Naruto-kun. Not today.

Okay, so… we were walking for a while. Or at least, it felt like just a few minutes. Maybe two? Five? Hell, let's just say it was around ten minutes max. The thing is, I was still holding Naruto-kun's hand the whole time. And I have to admit, his hands are huge compared to mine—wide, long, and warm. My fingers felt so tiny, and honestly, I was bracing myself for him to pull away or say something about my sweaty hands. But… he didn't. He didn't say a word.

My heart was pounding like crazy, and I couldn't stop the blush spreading across my face. I caught the glares from some of the girls around us—jealous stares from girls our age or even older. What the hell? There are other guys around! Why were they so focused on Naruto? Sure, he's ridiculously good-looking, but come on—keep your eyes to yourselves.

Wow, I can't believe how much I've changed over the last few months. A while ago, I would've been too shy to even speak up, let alone hold my crush's hand and lead him around like it was nothing. And yet, here I was, walking through the mall with Naruto-kun's hand in mine, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Eventually, I led him into a shop that sold regular clothes. You know, normal stuff—because, let's face it, I mostly own hero merch and T-shirts with silly slogans. Seriously, I've got a white T-shirt that literally says "Dress Shirt." It's a dumb inside joke, but still, it's kind of embarrassing when you don't own any proper casual clothes.

Naruto-kun, being the sweet guy he is, helped me pick out a few outfits. And by "helped," I mean he has a freakish talent for finding clothes that fit me perfectly. Like, I tried on this pair of jeans and a sweater, and they fit me like a glove. He just smiled and nodded, totally unaware of the fact that I was melting inside.

But then, something wild happened.

There was this little stand in the store, offering a chance to win a limited edition All Might hair ribbon for girls. I wanted it so badly, but the catch was you had to buy a box of makeup to have a shot at it. There was this guy—Mirio, I think?—with a tall, muscular build, blonde hair styled in a cowlick, and scars all over his lower arms. He'd bought hundreds of boxes and still hadn't won the ribbon. He looked like a man on a mission, determined to get it.

I bought one box, hoping I'd get lucky. But no. Nothing.

Naruto-kun noticed how much I wanted it, and without a word, he casually walked up to the counter, scanned the shelves, and grabbed a box at random. He paid for it, and just like that—BOOM! Balloons, confetti, and a goddamn Champagne Confetti Popper went off, showering him in glitter and sparkles.

The lucky bastard had won the ribbon and the makeup set on his first try. They even took a photo of him with the ribbon, and he just stood there, covered in confetti, with this amused look on his face.

Then, to top it all off, he turned to me, smiled, and tied the ribbon into my hair, giving me a high ponytail. I stood there, red as a tomato, while the store workers cheered and gave us a thumbs-up like we were some kind of couple.

"Looks good on you," Naruto-kun said, his voice as calm and sweet as ever.

I was so embarrassed, but I couldn't stop smiling. That ribbon is one of only five in the world, and now it's tied in my hair. How freaking cool is that?

Oh, and you better believe Katsumi's going to be jealous when she sees it.

And I passed out after someone shouted "Kiss her already!" shouted most likely a worker there.

So yeah diary that was my first date with Naruto-kun.

Author notes:

Well, I hope you like it. As you can see I am trying to build a bond with Izuki and Naruto. As well as Katsumi since I could see her being a Tsundere if she was a girl.

Okay, you might be asking? Why did you make Naruto dense? Well as I wrote in Izuki's diary. I am pretty sure Kushina and Minato wouldn't want to make Naruto pick someone he likes due to whom they think is right for Naruto. They would've wanted him to discover what those feelings are and go through them. Remember he has known only loneliness and betrayed back in Konoha.

In OG Naruto it looked like most of the girls in Konoha really didn't find him attractive or anything like that… well except for Hinata and the other girls from the movies which by the way aren't from Konoha.

What I am trying to do is make this fanfiction funny, sad and romantic some what I guess. I am trying so my bad if I suck at writing something like that.

As well this is gonna follow Cannon but I will try to make it different in some way so it won't get boring and stuff.

Well, I guess that's all. Like I wrote in the last author's notes I am new in this so sorry if I suck.

I am still not that sure of the amount of the people in the harem but I know it's more than 3 and it not gonna be like the whole 1-A female and the 1-B females. I don't think I could possibly make that thing work seriously I am not that sure how other people could. But hey, there are better writers than me.

Okay, I posted this a day after the first one cause I had this chapter already done. The next one will be in a week or two.

Well hope you like it and I hope to see you beautiful people another time. Bye.