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The two glanced at each other before leaning on the wall.
"As long as you don't tell Kurenai, I wont tell Kakashi."
"Deal."
That was the day, Sarutobi Asuma and Uchiha Nakano became secret smoking buddies.
"You and Kurenai finally together, huh?" He nodded with a sincere smile, feeling a flutter at the mere thought of the woman.
"When are you and Kakashi gonna date?" The tips of her ears turned slightly red, but she cleared her throat.
"Just friends..."
"Yeah, i'm betting in a month."
"Asuma..." She groaned and watched as smoke left her mouth, enjoying the soothing burn in her throat.
"Hey, if you had a daughter what would you name her?" He rose an eyebrow at her question, wondering why she would ask such a thing or even think it.
"What I would name her?" He smiled. "Kurenai likes the name Mirai, so I guess thats it."
"You're really set on her, huh?"
"Of course. No offense, but she's the most beautiful and amazing woman i've met."
"None taken." Nakano presses the cigar on the ground, watching the small flares on it die down. She doesn't rise from her crouched position and instead opens her pack, shaking up another cigar.
"Heh," Asuma chuckles at her and grabs his lighter, offering the flame to her.
"Stressed?"
"More like exhausted."
"You should get some rest then."
"Nahhh..." Her hand waved lazily, and her back slouched. Asuma watched her carefully, studying her posture and everything needed. Her shoulders were tense, and even with her glasses on he could clearly see the stress lines.
The Sarutobi remembered a few years back when they were younger where she still had stress lines. In fact, the male couldn't remember a time where she didn't have stress lines.
And now that he thought of it, that was really depressing.
"Don't you think you should leave the ANBU?" She lifted her head to look at him, tilting her sunglasses to look him in the eyes. He had to admit, her eyes were a sight for sore eyes.
"Hn?"
A small sizzling sound was heard as he finished his cigar, lightly trashing it into the can beside him and placing his warm hands into the shelter of his pocket.
