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Chapter One: The Ice Queen and the Shy Blond
At the prestigious Konoha University, nestled in the heart of the vibrant city of Konoha, a new day dawned. Students swarmed the campus, chatting animatedly, their voices filling the air with a cacophony of youthful energy. Among them, one figure stood out, her presence commanding attention without so much as a word. Sarui Uchiha, known to all as the Ice Queen, strode through the bustling courtyard with an aura of untouchable grace and unyielding authority.
Sarui's long, lustrous black hair cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall, catching the morning sunlight and shimmering with an almost hypnotic allure. Her deep, obsidian eyes seemed to pierce through anyone daring to meet her gaze, though few had the courage to try. Her flawless, alabaster skin bore not a single imperfection, a testament to her ethereal beauty. Her body was the embodiment of perfection: long, toned legs carried her with effortless elegance, her shapely figure accentuated by the natural sway of her hips. Her ample curves drew envious glances from women and awestruck stares from men, though none dared approach her.
Clad in the university's sharp, dark blue uniform tailored to perfection, Sarui exuded both sophistication and an underlying danger. She was a masterpiece of contrasts: her beauty delicate and inviting, yet her reputation intimidating and cold.
Sarui's reputation preceded her wherever she went. The stories about her prowess in martial arts and her iron resolve had spread like wildfire throughout the campus. It was said she had earned a black belt in karate and mastered several other forms of combat, a testament to her unparalleled discipline and focus. The rumors of the twenty men she had hospitalized were whispered among the students as a cautionary tale. Those men had dared to ask her out, only to be met with a swift and merciless response that left them nursing injuries and regrets.
As Sarui made her way toward the engineering department, where she excelled as one of the top students, the crowd seemed to part instinctively. Conversations died down as students stepped aside, clearing a path for her as if she were royalty. Her silence was as striking as her beauty. Sarui never smiled, and her stoic expression was like a shield, keeping the world at bay.
From a distance, two familiar figures watched her approach. Ino Yamanaka and Sakura Haruno, friends since childhood, exchanged knowing glances. Ino's bright blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight as she nudged Sakura with her elbow.
"Look at her," Ino said with a smirk. "Still as arrogant as ever."
Sakura, her pink hair tied in a loose bun, crossed her arms and frowned. "Yeah. She thinks she's better than everyone."
Ino raised an eyebrow, her voice teasing. "Oh, come on, Sakura. Don't tell me you've forgotten the last time you tried to challenge her."
Sakura's cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she looked away. The memory was as fresh as it was humiliating. Sarui had not only bested her in a sparring match but had also made her defeat painfully memorable. In a single, precise move, Sarui had struck her down and, with an air of detached cruelty, cut off a significant portion of Sakura's pink locks. The experience had left a lasting mark on Sakura, both physically and emotionally.
"She didn't have to go that far," Sakura muttered, her embarrassment giving way to bitterness. "She's more than just cold. She's sadistic."
Ino laughed, though her eyes remained fixed on Sarui's retreating figure. "She's not just sadistic. She's untouchable. And that's what drives everyone crazy. They want what they can't have."
Sarui's footsteps echoed down the marble hallway of the engineering department as she entered her classroom. Her presence silenced the room instantly. She moved to her seat at the back, her posture as straight as a blade. Her eyes scanned the room briefly, taking in her surroundings with detached disinterest. Students avoided her gaze, their heads dipping down into their notebooks or phones, unwilling to draw her attention.
No one knew much about Sarui's past, but the rumors were enough to create a haunting narrative. It was said that Sarui's family had been wiped out by a criminal organization when she was a child. Her parents, her elder brother—all gone in a single, devastating night. Sarui had survived, but the tragedy had forged her into the cold, unyielding figure she was now. She had spent years honing her body and mind, driven by an unrelenting desire for vengeance. Yet, despite her tragic history, she excelled academically, maintaining her place at the top of the class.
As Sarui settled into her chair, her expression remained impassive. The whispers about her floated through the air like an undercurrent, too quiet for her to acknowledge but loud enough to perpetuate her mythos. Her silence was a fortress, impenetrable and resolute. And as the lecture began, it was clear to everyone in the room that Sarui Uchiha was not just a student; she was an enigma, a storm contained within a beautiful, icy exterior.
Meanwhile, in a modest but comfortable apartment in Konoha City, the alarm clock was ringing in a small bedroom. Under a pile of blankets, a young blond-haired man was moving tiredly. Naruto Uzumaki, a shy and introverted student at the Konoha University College of Engineering, was not a morning person. His pale skin glowed dimly in the soft morning light streaming in through the window. His messy golden locks framed an extremely handsome face, and his features were delicate and androgynous, earning him more than a few admiring glances on campus. .
"Naruto!" a loud, affectionate voice called from the kitchen. "You're going to be late! Get up, sweetheart!"
Naruto groaned and peeked out from under the blankets, his sky-blue eyes squinting against the light. "Morning already?" he muttered to himself before sitting up, his hair sticking out in every direction.
He padded out of his room and into the kitchen, where his mother, Kushina Uzumaki, was bustling about. Her fiery red hair was tied back, and she wore a cheerful smile that lit up the room.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Kushina said, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Breakfast is ready, but you've got to hurry. Go shower first, okay?"
Naruto smiled sleepily. "Good morning, Mom. Thanks." He turned toward the bathroom, his heart warmed by her care. Despite his reserved nature, Naruto cherished his mother's presence. She was his anchor, especially after the loss of his father. Minato Namikaze had sacrificed his life before Naruto was even born, leaving Kushina to raise him alone.
As Naruto stepped into the shower, Kushina sighed and set the table. Her thoughts drifted to her son's quiet nature. "If only he weren't so shy," she mused aloud. "He's so handsome—any girl would be lucky to have him." She chuckled softly, imagining the swarm of admirers Naruto would attract if he weren't so introverted.
Naruto emerged from the bathroom, his damp hair combed neatly. He dressed in a simple black and white outfit that accentuated his lean, graceful frame. Joining his mother at the table, he sat down and took a bite of the warm breakfast she had prepared.
"How is it?" Kushina asked, watching him expectantly.
Naruto smiled gently. "It's delicious. Anything you make always is, Mom."
Kushina's cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment. "You're too sweet, Naruto. Honestly, you're such a gentleman. Any girl would be lucky to have you."
Naruto's face turned red as he looked down at his plate. "I… I don't think about that kind of stuff," he murmured.
Kushina smiled knowingly. "Well, who knows? Life has a way of surprising you." She reached over and ruffled his hair affectionately. "I love you, Naruto. You're my precious boy."
Blushing, Naruto stood and grabbed his bag. "I… I'll see you later, Mom."
Kushina watched him leave, her hand resting on her vibrant red hair. "Naruto, you really are beautiful. I hope the world sees you the way I do one day."
At the prestigious Konoha University, the campus buzzed with activity as students streamed in, ready to face another day of lectures, assignments, and social interactions. Among the crowd, Naruto Uzumaki, a shy and introverted young man, walked through the gates, his bright blonde hair catching the morning sunlight. His strikingly delicate features, pale complexion, and lean frame drew occasional glances, but his downcast eyes and reserved demeanor kept him unnoticed by most.
Naruto's heart raced as he entered the bustling courtyard. Though he had attended the university for some time, the sheer number of people always made him nervous. He walked with his head slightly bowed, clutching the strap of his backpack tightly.
"Naruto!" a familiar voice called out, pulling him from his thoughts. Turning, Naruto saw his friend Shikamaru Nara lounging against a nearby pillar, his expression as lazy and unbothered as ever.
"Oh, hey, Shikamaru," Naruto said softly, his voice almost drowned out by the surrounding noise.
Shikamaru pushed off the pillar and approached him with a smirk. "You're blushing already. Let me guess, it's because of all the people, right?"
Naruto's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. "I'm not blushing," he muttered, avoiding eye contact.
Before Shikamaru could tease him further, another voice joined the conversation. "Hey, Naruto! Morning!" Kiba Inuzuka greeted him energetically, slapping Naruto's back with enough force to make him stumble slightly.
"Morning, Kiba," Naruto replied, offering a small smile.
"Naruto, you look as awkward as ever," Kiba joked, his sharp-toothed grin on full display.
"Cut him some slack, Kiba," said Neji Hyuga as he approached, his long, dark hair flowing gracefully behind him. Neji's composed demeanor provided a stark contrast to Kiba's boisterous energy. "Let's head inside. We don't want to be late."
Naruto nodded, grateful for the distraction, and followed his friends into the building. Though they were in different departments, the bond they shared was strong, and their presence made Naruto feel a little less out of place.
From across the courtyard, Sarui Uchiha—the Ice Queen herself—watched the shy blonde boy with curiosity. Standing by the large fountain that served as a centerpiece for the campus, Sarui's sharp, obsidian eyes followed Naruto's movements. His nervous mannerisms and reserved nature intrigued her, a stark contrast to the loud and confident types she was accustomed to dismissing.
"Strange," she thought to herself. "I've never noticed him before."
Her gaze lingered for a moment longer before she turned away, shaking her head. "No. Impossible. He's… irrelevant." Yet, despite her dismissal, the image of the blonde lingered in her mind as she continued on her way.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the campus, a soft-spoken girl with long, dark blue hair stood by a tree, her pale lavender eyes fixed on Naruto from afar. Hinata Hyuga clutched her notebook to her chest, her cheeks flushed a deep pink. Watching Naruto walk alongside his friends, she felt her heart flutter.
"Naruto-kun…" she whispered to herself, a shy smile gracing her lips. She had admired him from afar for years, drawn to his kind heart and gentle nature. But her crippling shyness had always kept her from approaching him.
As Naruto disappeared into the building, Hinata let out a soft sigh, her thoughts consumed by the boy who had unknowingly stolen her heart.
Naruto finally reached the engineering department and made his way to the large lecture hall. The room was already filling up with students, the chatter of voices blending into a dull roar. Choosing a seat in the very back, Naruto slid into his chair, hoping to go unnoticed.
From his vantage point, he observed the room. Groups of students gathered together, chatting and laughing. Some were helping each other with notes, while others were engrossed in conversations with their significant others. Naruto felt a pang of envy as he watched them. He had always struggled to connect with others, his introverted nature making it difficult to form meaningful relationships outside his small circle of friends.
"Mind if I sit here?" a calm voice interrupted his thoughts. Turning, Naruto saw Sai, one of his classmates, standing beside him. Sai's expression was neutral, his tone polite but distant.
"Uh, sure," Naruto replied, shifting slightly to make room.
Sai took the seat next to him and set down his bag. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, Sai broke the silence. "So, what do you think of all these couples?" he asked, gesturing subtly toward the students sitting in pairs.
Naruto glanced at them briefly before looking away. "I don't really think about it," he mumbled.
Sai tilted his head, studying Naruto with mild curiosity. "Why not? Don't you have anyone you're interested in?"
Naruto's cheeks turned crimson, and he looked down at his desk. "I… It's not something I care about," he said quietly.
Sai's lips curved into a faint smile. "You're blushing. That's interesting."
Flustered, Naruto stood abruptly, grabbing his bag. "I, uh… I need to…" He trailed off, unable to come up with an excuse.
Sai held up a hand, his smile widening slightly. "Sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just… you're very easy to read."
Naruto hesitated, his face still red. "It's fine," he muttered before sitting back down. Despite Sai's teasing, there was no malice in his tone, and Naruto found it difficult to stay upset.
As the lecture began, Naruto focused his attention on the professor, grateful for the distraction. But deep down, he couldn't shake the feeling that his life was on the verge of change, though he couldn't quite explain why.
As the lecture concluded, the students began to file out of the hall, chattering about assignments and plans for the rest of the day. Naruto Uzumaki adjusted the strap of his bag, walking beside Sai as they exited the large room. Despite his shy demeanor, he couldn't help but feel a little at ease with Sai's presence, even if the latter's bluntness often caught him off guard.
Unbeknownst to Naruto, a pair of sharp, calculating eyes followed his movements. Sarui Uchiha stood near the edge of the courtyard, her posture as poised and regal as ever. Her gaze lingered on the blonde boy, her mind quietly analyzing him. "That's the shy one," she thought. "Interesting." Though she quickly dismissed her curiosity, she couldn't entirely shake the faint intrigue she felt toward him.
As they walked, Sai broke the silence. "Naruto, have you ever thought about getting a girlfriend?" he asked nonchalantly, his tone devoid of judgment but filled with genuine curiosity.
Naruto's face turned beet red. "W-What? No, I don't think about stuff like that," he stammered, avoiding Sai's gaze.
Sai raised an eyebrow. "Why not? You're good-looking. Honestly, your features are… almost feminine. I'm sure if you asked any girl, she'd say yes without hesitation."
Naruto's blush deepened, and he waved his hands in front of him. "Stop saying weird things like that! I'm fine being single!"
Sai's lips curved into a small smile, his tone playful. "But you're my only close friend, Naruto. If you stay single, it'll be awkward for me to start dating. Today, we're both finding girlfriends. No excuses." He clapped a hand on Naruto's shoulder, his grip firm.
"What?!" Naruto exclaimed, his voice rising slightly in panic. "Sai, you can't just decide something like that for me!"
Sai ignored his protests, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'm serious. We're making this happen. You're too handsome to waste your life being single. Now, go find someone. I'll do the same. See you later!" With that, Sai strode off into the crowd, leaving a flustered Naruto standing in his wake.
Naruto sighed heavily, running a hand through his blonde hair. "I don't need a girlfriend," he muttered under his breath, his cheeks still warm from embarrassment.
As he made his way through the courtyard, Naruto spotted Shikamaru Nara leaning against a tree, his arms crossed and a bored expression on his face.
"Hey, Naruto," Shikamaru greeted lazily, barely lifting his head. "Sai's been bothering you again, hasn't he?"
Naruto sighed. "Yeah. He's convinced I need to find a girlfriend. It's ridiculous."
Shikamaru smirked. "Sounds like a drag. You don't seem like the type to care about that kind of thing."
Before Naruto could respond, Kiba Inuzuka appeared, his usual boisterous energy in full force. "Naruto! Just the guy I wanted to see," he said, slinging an arm around Naruto's shoulders. "You need to get a girlfriend. Seriously, it's about time."
Naruto groaned. "Not you too, Kiba. I'm fine the way I am."
Kiba shook his head. "Nope. Not happening. You're too good-looking to stay single. Come on, let's sit and talk this out."
The trio found a spot in the university's garden, where they were soon joined by Neji Hyuga. Together, they sat in a circle, the conversation quickly turning to Naruto's lack of a love life.
"Alright," Kiba said, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin. "I've got the perfect girl for you, Naruto."
Naruto frowned, his apprehension evident. "Who?" he asked hesitantly.
Kiba's grin widened. "Sarui Uchiha."
The reaction was immediate. Shikamaru's eyes widened slightly, and Neji raised an eyebrow in surprise. As for Naruto, he blinked in confusion. "Who's Sarui Uchiha?"
Kiba stared at him, dumbfounded. "You're kidding, right? You seriously don't know?"
Shikamaru let out a sigh, rubbing his temple. "This is a bad idea, Kiba. Sarui isn't someone you mess with."
"Why?" Naruto asked, his curiosity piqued.
Neji crossed his arms. "Because she's… intense. She's sent twenty guys to the hospital just for asking her out. She's a martial arts prodigy, and she doesn't tolerate nonsense."
Kiba nodded, his expression serious for once. "She's also the most beautiful girl on campus. Every guy dreams of being with her, but none of them stand a chance. Just imagine how amazing it'd be if you were the one to win her over."
Naruto paled, his stomach twisting into knots. "That sounds terrifying. Why would I want to go anywhere near her?"
Shikamaru shrugged. "Because Kiba's an idiot who doesn't know when to quit."
Despite his friends' protests, Kiba remained adamant. "Trust me, Naruto. This is your chance to do something amazing. Who knows? Maybe she'll actually like you."
Naruto buried his face in his hands, unsure of how he'd gotten himself into such a mess.
Shikamaru crossed his arms and leaned back against the bench, his sharp eyes fixed on Naruto. "Look, Naruto, I'll admit Sarui is probably the most beautiful girl on campus. But she's also the most dangerous. She's not just some pretty face—she's isolated, unapproachable, and has no friends. I'm seriously worried about you if you try to ask her out. You'll end up being victim number twenty-one."
Neji nodded in agreement, his expression stern. "Shikamaru's right. Sarui's reputation isn't just talk. She's sent twenty guys to the hospital for less than what you're thinking about doing. You're a kind person, Naruto, and I'd hate to see you get hurt. She's not someone to take lightly."
Naruto's face paled at their words, his hands trembling slightly. "I don't even know her," he mumbled. "Why would I want to do something so reckless?"
But Kiba wasn't backing down. "Come on, guys. Where's your sense of adventure?" he said, slapping Naruto on the back with a grin. "Naruto, this is your chance to break out of your shell. Everyone else here has someone. Neji's got Tenten, Shikamaru's with Temari, and I've got Shion. Even Sai's out there trying to find someone today. You're the only one left who's single."
Naruto's face turned crimson, and he shook his head vehemently. "I don't mind being single," he protested, his voice quiet but firm. "I'm fine the way I am."
Kiba rolled his eyes. "That's just the fear talking. Trust me, this is a golden opportunity. Even if she does send you to the hospital, at least you'll know you tried. I'd be proud of you for that."
Naruto's hands clenched tightly around his bag straps. "I'm not doing it," he whispered, though his voice wavered with uncertainty.
Kiba leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Naruto, listen to me. Sarui's got the most perfect figure you've ever seen. Her curves, her beauty… she's got everything. Don't tell me you haven't noticed."
Shikamaru's brow furrowed in irritation. "Kiba, you're dating Shion. Maybe you should focus on her instead of talking about someone else."
Kiba laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, yeah. You're right. Forget I said anything."
Elsewhere on campus, Sai was making his move. He jogged through the crowded courtyard, his sharp eyes scanning the area until they landed on two girls standing by a bench. One had short, bright pink hair, and the other had long, flowing blonde locks. They were deep in conversation, their laughter carrying lightly through the air.
Determined, Sai approached them, his stride confident. The blonde girl, Ino Yamanaka, noticed him first and nudged her friend. "Who's that guy?" she whispered.
The pink-haired girl, Sakura Haruno, turned to look, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly. "I have no idea," she replied.
Sai stopped a few feet away, offering them a polite smile. "Hello," he said. "My name is Sai. I'm looking for a girlfriend, and I was wondering if one of you might be interested."
Both girls stared at him in stunned silence. Then Sakura burst out laughing. "Are you serious?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. "You just walk up to random girls and say that?"
Ino crossed her arms, a smirk playing on her lips. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. But seriously, what kind of approach is this?"
Sai's expression remained calm, his gaze unwavering. "I'm not joking. I'm looking for someone who'll believe in me. I promise to be a good boyfriend, someone loyal and trustworthy. I'll do everything I can to make her happy. I even want to get married someday and have children. That's how serious I am."
Ino blinked, taken aback by his sincerity. "Wow," she muttered. "You're… intense."
Sakura, however, found herself smiling. "You're an interesting guy, Sai. I like your honesty. Fine, I'll be your girlfriend."
Sai's eyes widened slightly, genuine surprise flickering across his face. "Really?"
Sakura nodded, stepping closer. "Yeah. But don't think it'll be easy. You'll have to prove yourself."
Ino gawked at her friend. "Sakura, are you crazy?" she hissed. "You just met this guy!"
Sakura shrugged. "Sometimes, you have to take a chance." She grabbed Sai by the collar, pulling him down for a sudden, heated kiss. When she pulled away, she smirked. "Let's go. See you later, Ino."
Ino watched them walk away, shaking her head in disbelief. "Unbelievable," she muttered. "Sakura, you're insane."
The Decision
Shikamaru sighed heavily as Kiba leaned forward, determination written all over his face. "Naruto, today is the day. You have to try. There's no backing out now. Saruyo Uchiha… you're going to ask her out today."
Naruto's heart pounded. His mind raced with thoughts of the infamous "Ice Queen," the girl who had sent twenty men to the hospital for simply daring to ask her out. "She's strong," Naruto thought nervously. "What if I end up as number twenty-one? But… I can't keep running forever." He glanced at Kiba's expectant face and the teasing looks from Neji and Shikamaru. Taking a deep breath, he finally said, "Okay. I'll do it."
Shikamaru's eyes widened slightly in surprise, while Kiba broke into a wide grin. "That's the spirit, Naruto!" he shouted, pulling the blond into a bear hug. "I knew you'd agree. You won't regret this… well, maybe just a little."
Neji sighed and crossed his arms. "Naruto, you've really done it now. There are plenty of girls in the world, and you chose the one who's practically untouchable."
Kiba waved dismissively. "Come on, Neji. Saruyo is the most beautiful girl in the university. She's worth the risk!"
"The same girl who sent twenty guys to the hospital?" Neji said dryly. "Naruto, I hope you're prepared for what might happen."
Shikamaru smirked. "Naruto, if you want, I can help you write your will for your mom."
Naruto blushed, stammering, "That's not funny, Shikamaru!"
Ignoring the banter, Kiba grabbed Naruto by the shoulders. "You're going to be fine. Trust me. Let's get you some flowers. Girls love flowers." Without waiting for an answer, Kiba dragged Naruto toward the nearest flower shop, with Shikamaru and Neji trailing behind.
Inside the store, Kiba began to make exaggerated gestures, holding a bouquet of roses. "Okay, Naruto. You will do this…" He knelt dramatically, and held out the bouquet of roses. "And say, 'Saruyu-sama, will you have sex with me?'"
Shikamaru groaned. "You're going to get him killed, Kiba." He plucked the flowers from Kiba's hands and handed them to Naruto. "Just act naturally. Be yourself."
Neji nodded solemnly, then suddenly began measuring Naruto's height with his hands. "What are you doing?" Naruto asked, puzzled.
"I'm figuring out the size of the coffin you'll need," Neji replied with a straight face.
Naruto's face turned pale. "You're not helping!"
Kiba scowled, grabbing Neji by the collar. "Stop scaring him! This is his big moment!"
Naruto held the flowers nervously, his cheeks flushed. "This is really dramatic," he muttered.
Shikamaru placed a hand on Naruto's shoulder. "Just remember, you're doing this for yourself. You've got our support… mostly. Good luck, man."
The trio watched as Kiba gave Naruto a thumbs-up. "You're the pride of men everywhere, Naruto. Go out there and do it!"
The university garden was serene, the gentle rustling of leaves filling the air as birds chirped melodiously. Amidst this calm sat Saruyo Uchiha, the Ice Queen of Konoha University. She occupied a solitary bench, a vision of unapproachable beauty. Her jet-black hair cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall, gleaming under the sunlight. Her flawless, alabaster skin seemed to glow, a stark contrast to the tight black outfit she wore that accentuated every curve of her exquisite figure. Her ample chest rose and fell rhythmically as she gazed into the distance, her sharp, coal-black eyes reflecting an enigmatic coldness. Her full lips, slightly parted, added to her ethereal allure, while her poised demeanor made her seem untouchable.
Naruto Uzumaki, clutching a bouquet of vibrant flowers, approached cautiously. His heart raced wildly in his chest, his palms clammy with nerves. From behind a nearby bush, his friends—Shikamaru, Kiba, and Neji—watched intently, their breaths held as if the outcome of the universe depended on this very moment.
Naruto's vibrant blonde hair glowed in the sunlight, his fair complexion and androgynous beauty making him stand out even more. His white and black attire, though simple, fit him perfectly, hinting at the toned frame hidden beneath. As he neared Saruyo, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She looked up, sensing someone approaching, her piercing eyes locking onto the shy figure.
Saruyo's gaze sharpened as she recognized the boy who had caught her eye earlier. He was unlike anyone she had encountered before, his delicate features and hesitant demeanor contrasting starkly with the confident, overbearing men she was used to dismissing. Still, her voice was cold and cutting as she addressed him.
"What do you want?" she asked, her tone devoid of warmth, as she tilted her head slightly, her sharp gaze assessing him.
Naruto froze, his throat dry as he struggled to find his voice. "I… I…" he stammered, his nerves getting the better of him.
Saruyo's eyes narrowed in irritation. "Speak quickly. I don't have all day," she said, standing up. Her imposing presence made Naruto feel smaller as she loomed over him.
Naruto's legs felt weak, but he steeled himself, lowering his gaze to the ground. With a trembling hand, he extended the bouquet toward her and bent forward in a deep bow. His voice, though soft and shaky, was filled with sincerity.
"S-Saruyo… sama," he began, his words spilling out in a rush. "You… you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I-I know I'm nothing compared to you, but… if you could find it in your heart to… t-to go out with me, I promise I'll do my best to make you happy. P-please…"
Shikamaru facepalmed from his hiding spot, muttering, "Troublesome idiot." Neji shook his head, a look of disbelief on his face, while Kiba's grin widened. "At least he's got guts," Kiba whispered.
Saruyo blinked, genuinely taken aback. She'd heard countless confessions before, always from men exuding arrogance or overconfidence. Yet here stood someone different: a boy whose trembling voice and humble demeanor carried an authenticity that intrigued her. Her lips twitched upward ever so slightly.
Naruto's eyes were squeezed shut, bracing himself for the inevitable rejection or perhaps even a punch. Instead, he heard a single word, spoken softly yet with unmistakable clarity.
"Accepted."
His eyes snapped open, disbelief washing over him. "W-What?" he stuttered, looking up at her.
Saruyo stepped closer, her expression unreadable as she grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him toward her. Before he could react, her lips met his in a bold, searing kiss. Naruto's mind went blank, his entire body frozen in shock.
Behind the bushes, Shikamaru dropped his head into his hands. "This can't be real," he muttered. Kiba was practically bouncing with excitement, while Neji's jaw hung open.
As the kiss ended, Saruyo released him, her grip still firm on his collar. She gazed into his wide, bewildered blue eyes, her voice cold but tinged with a hint of something softer.
"I said, I accept. And I don't repeat myself."
Naruto's legs wobbled as he struggled to process what had just happened. Saruyo let out a quiet sigh, pulling his head against her chest, his face pressed into her soft, ample curves. His blush deepened as he felt her warmth and the steady beat of her heart.
"You'll learn quickly that I don't tolerate hesitation," she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. "For now, you belong to me."
From their hiding spot, Shikamaru exhaled slowly. "Well, this just got more troublesome."
Kiba slapped Neji on the back, grinning wildly. "I told you he could do it!"
Naruto's world spun as Saruyo took his hand, pulling him along without a word. His heart pounded as he glanced at her serene, enigmatic expression. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but think: What have I gotten myself into?
Meanwhile, Saruyo's lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. For the first time in a long while, she felt something stir within her icy heart—something she couldn't quite name but found herself eager to explore.
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