Is it possible to hate someone at first sight?
Well, guess what, it really is when you first run into Obito fucking Uchiha.
The mysterious, provocative boy with a set of brooding eyes and bad reputation to uphold. A walking sin wrapped in his good...
(A/N : credits to @janaeuzumaki for being such an amazing proofreader and author as well!❤️👑✨ )
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"You look like someone took away your favorite food and ate it in front of you."
A shadow blocked the sun out of view and the familiar voice made me slide my sunglasses across my nose and look upon the standing figure with my eyebrows knitted.
"Damn, Karui, that is so sweet of you. Such a mood-booster you are."
The redheaded girl was standing before me with her arms crossed while observing the pensive kinda brooding expression I had as I was sitting lazily in the bleachers next to Temari. Despite being November, it was a nice sunny day so the little breeze didn't stop us from hanging out there during lunch break and I couldn't help but dwell upon the latest weird yet hot conversation I'd had with Obito.
"And you," Karui turned slightly to face Temari as her eyes scanned her whole outfit, head to toes."You look like someone the police must arrest for double murder, aka fashion sense and our eyesight. What the hell is this thing you're wearing?"
Temari dropped her head forward to take in her own image through her rounded sunglasses.
"Sweatpants?"
"Girl, I'm not blind. Yet. Have you stolen those from your brother or fished them out of a dumpster? I can literally see a rip on the right leg the size of Saturn's ring. And that color is hideous, it's like Popeye barfed the spinach he ate."
"They're comfy, Karui, piss off."
The standing girl wasn't the least bit fazed. Karui would watch everything around fashion with huge zeal and become offended if she were to see someone mix pieces together that wouldn't match. And despite being a top student, she'd gotten detention once after telling Mrs Tsunade that she was a bit too old to be buying from Forever 21.
"Ma'am, there's a reason why the store is called Forever 21 and not Forever 51," had been exactly her words.
Karui raked her fingers through her burgundy locks and then stared down at her manicured nails with a bored expression. "You're hitting on Shikamaru Nara whose ex was Ino Yamanaka. Like she's the most famous girl amongst all the freshmen who also happens to look like the younger sister of Bella and Gigi . Girl. I wish I had your confidence."
The aforementioned name triggered the blonde as she tore her sunglasses away from her face and glared up at Karui. "Okay, fyi, Shikamaru prefers to be mentally stimulated; he's not that shallow to stick on the image."
"Uh-huh. He sure is not." Karui nodded, a wry smile plastered on her face. "Still a boy though. And like everyone else, he'd rather be visually stimulated first."
"I in fact do know that men are visual creatures, I wasn't born yesterday," the blonde groaned in exasperation. "It's so frustrating that many of them think that we should look slick and gorgeous 24/7, with light make-up on our face, our nails perfectly done and our hair shining under the light as if we're playing in some sort of Disney movie, but sometimes we're just tired or don't give a fuck and just want to roll through the week looking rather like a trashcan. Is this too much to ask without being judged?"
