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Author's Pov:
"Hurry up yuna! everyone is in the hospital!"
After the mission all teams members went to the hospital for treatment y/n didn't waste time she knew that everyone is okay but still worried about them they're her friends, she past her favorite sweet shop for the team's trouble also for gaara and his siblings now she's running with yuna behind followed by the ghosts to konoha's hospital .
"Can you slow down"
Hidden leaf hospital~
Y/n meet with familiar cat ears and red haired males in the hall "i recognize those ears anywhere hi kitty! hi panda-kun!" yuna pulled y/n's ear "this is hospital not a bar don't scream"
"Ow!" y/n yelp
Yuna then let go of your ear "oh it's you again" kankuro said with a smile you recover fast after that ear pull "i never rest well i did have enough from my favorite sweet shop the old lady was very kind to give me extra.. is as an apology for the trouble also for the others" kankuro smirked smelling the goodies in the basket "sure smells great i miss the cookies you guys made in chunin exam so i'm excited for this one.. except that one time gaara wanted more so i give him.. for the sake of my life" he whispered last words to y/n .
"panda-kun you enjoyed the cookies i'm happy have some more!" y/n handed some also to kankuro "why do you call me that?" gaara asked with blank face "because you're cute" gaara got confused cute? how? .
"I think he never was called that" yuna whispered to you with a grin "he have to get use to it in the near future" you whispered back with a giggle while yuna rolled her eyes with a chuckle "what are you two laughing about?" kankuro said curious "is a girls stuff kitty" .
"Oh c'mon!"
"what about me? aren't i cute??" hashirama mumbled but no one give him an answer he got in 'DEPRESSED MODE' while he stand in the corner .
"Alright we have to see my friends and my bro see you later!" y/n beamed running while yuna called out for her not to run and cases disturbance for the sick people "wish could date one of them they're fun girls" kankuro said to himself gaara at this point broke the cookie in hand but still eat it wondering why he's feeling this way is irritating .
"i'm sure his room is close by.." y/n mumbled "hey.. y/n, yuna you okay?" shikamaru said walking their way "shika! my man how's your finger?" y/n asked he grin showing his bandaged fingers "it's okay more importantly that you are safe" y/n smiled widely making shika blush he pulled the air pods handing them to yuna "it did really helped me a lot whatever that thing is called i won against that flute lady" .
"No problem" yuna spoke handing it to y/n "oh right i almost forgot here have some!" y/n said handing some sweets "you shouldn't really have to" he said "no i insist.. well we have to visit naruto and the others!" they continue on their way together .
Naruto sat at the hospital bed gazing at sasuke's crossed headband he couldn't keep his promise to bring him back he heard the door open "oh you were awake, huh?" shika said not too long y/n & yuna popped out "hello bro!" .
"Shikamaru! n/n-chan!, yu-chan!" naruto beamed y/n walk in to naruto giving him tight hug "you did great naruto you okay nothing more hurt?" yuna asked naruto waved his hand "i'm fine .. so everyone's okay?"
"Yeah they are.." shika replied .
"That's good"
y/n pulled away from naruto with a grin on her face "you know naruto how much fun being in a hospital i know it's not great at times but it's fun when you are with the team together" y/n said trying to cheer naruto up "like the time you prank us you died" yuna giggled shaking her head "or the time you raced with a wheelchair against injured MTF or that time when you were in anesthesia and saying i'm pregnant" shika raised a brow and chuckles 'never thought y/n likes hospitals'
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FanfictionSCP-( your SCP number)/ (y/sn) , y/n is 21 years old female with no past or maybe future. and got stuck in Naruto world her favorite anime meeting naruto and duckbutt and miss forehead, and other ninja, but she's not the only one who got stuck there...
