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Dedicated to a certain bitch who basically forced me to post this chapter early 🥲

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~Naruto's p.o.v~

[4:53]

You- Sasuuu 🥺

[4:58]

🦆 Duck-Butt 🦆- What

You- Why so cold 😧

[4:59]

🦆 Duck-Butt 🦆- Because. Now what moron

[5:00]

You- So mean 🥲

But I'm booored! I don't wanna study anymore 😖


🦆 Duck-Butt 🦆- You think I do?? But I still have to so suck it up 😐

[5:02]

You- Maybe you can make it better if you study with me 😊

[5:03]

🦆 Duck-Butt 🦆- What do you mean by that??

You- *Whisper* Facetime *Whisper*

🦆 Duck-Butt 🦆- What, really??

[5:04]

You- No, I just said that to kid with you 🙄

Of course I'm being serious, dumb dumb! Now you wanna call or not?

[5:07]

🦆 Duck-Butt 🦆- Sure...


Yes! I was hoping he'd be chill with it, I really didn't want to study alone right now. I pressed the call button and he answerd almost instantly.

"What's up, Dobe?" He said with that smug smirk plastered on his face.

"That's the first thing you say to me?" I dramatically slapped my right hand against my chest. "Im hurt, Sasu." I fake pouted, and struggled to fight off my ever growing smile.

“Ohh, shut it.” He retorted, rolling his eyes at my acting. “Why do you have to be so dramatic?” 

Was he… teasing me? Ohh, now he’s done it. 

“Says you Mr. dot-dot-dot.” I said, smiling mischievously while doing so. I could see a slight blush, but it was quickly covered with a glare. “Woah, what’s with the glare? Is it an infamous “Uchiha glare” or something?”

“Shut it.” 

Yep. Infamous glare.

I still held a slight smirk, which seemed to irritate him. 

“I will hang up this phone right now.” He warned.

“Wooah, woah woah, easy tiger! I just want to get to know you a little more. Is that not okay?”

“No. No it is not, because the whole point of this call is so YOUR crybaby butt will stop whining about studying alone and just do it on what is supposed to be a SILENT phone call.”

“But-”

“No ifs, ands, or buts mister.” He gave me a look that looked a hell of a lot like the one my father gives me when I don’t eat all of my dinner. 

Scary…

“Now, study.” 

“Fiiine.” I whined. I really didn’t want to study, I just wanted to get to know him a little more, but I guess that’ll have to wait… at least I get a good view while I fry my brain.

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Sorry I haven't updated this in a WHILE. I'm trying to write up a hoard of chapters, so expect those very soon. And to you-know-who (You know who you are -__-), if you pester me for another chapter, I will go grab my pillow 😌.

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