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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝐈 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃
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Another day, another walk that felt like getting stared down. Naruto could feel every individual glare burn holes in his back. If they could really do that- he had no doubt he would be dead three times over by now.
He passed by shops that had denied him entry many times before, the people at the counters glaring at him from their places. And all he could ever seem to ask was why? Naruto had tried different routes to get to the academy, but they all led to the same outcome. The same glares, sometimes even worse than this route. So he had reluctantly accepted his fate.
His sandals kicked up dust as he walked. his hands firmly tucked into his shorts as he kept his eyes trained on the ground. He didn't really need to look where he was going, he had long since memorized the route.
"He's a bit earlier than usual..." Somebody whispered conspiratorially, their eyes tracking Naruto as he walked. "I know... he's always late." Another added.
Since Naruto wasn't watching where he was going- he didn't notice the newly placed magazine stand in front of a store, knocking straight into it and bruising his head. "Ow- ow ow ow!" He panicked, falling back onto the dirt and holding his head in pain, the stinging sharp pain slowly dulling. Small tears in his eyes. "Hey what are you doing!?" A man's voice yelled.
Well Naruto was definitely going to be late to school now... "Get away you nuisance! Why don't you bother someone else!" He demanded. Picking up one of the fallen magazines and raising it over his head. Getting ready to strike. No onlookers intended to intervene, just watching.
"Do you need help picking this up?" A tiny voice asked. The sound of paper ruffling breaking the man out of his violent stupor. His expression softened, must have been a kid. "No it's quite alright I can-" He froze in place when he turned to them, they were holding the dropped magazines and holding them out to him with a warm smile, "Here you go!" Without another word, the man turned on his heel and ran back into his shop. Locking the door.
