His Girl ↪ Sasusaku

side stories [2]

AKATSUKI INTERACTIONS!!
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canon on this story

Sasori and itachi

Sasori leaned against the mall railing, smirking at Itachi. "So, Itachi, spill it. What's the deal with you and Izumi?"

Itachi scratched his head, a rare nervousness in his usually composed demeanor. "Well, you know, she's just... different. I can't stop thinking about her."

Sasori chuckled. "Ah, the infamous first high school crush. What's your master plan, oh wise one?"

Itachi sighed. "I don't know, Sasori. I've never felt this way before. What if she doesn't feel the same?"

Sasori clapped him on the back. "Relax, Itachi. Just be yourself. Confidence is key. And worst-case scenario, I'll teach you some puppetry moves to sweep her off her feet."

Itachi rolled his eyes. "Puppetry won't help, but I appreciate the advice, Sasori."

As they continued strolling through the mall, Sasori couldn't resist teasing, "Just remember, love is like a well-crafted puppet show. It takes skill, timing, and a bit of mystery."

Itachi smirked, "And what would you know about love, puppet master?"

Sasori grinned. "Enough to know that sometimes, pulling the right strings can lead to a perfect performance."

They both laughed, navigating the complexities of high school crushes and friendship in the halls of the mall.

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Deidara and hidan

In a cozy coffee shop, Deidara and Hidan huddled over their textbooks, surrounded by the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

Deidara sipped his latte and glanced at Hidan. "Hey, Hidan, have you ever thought about getting into a relationship?"

Hidan raised an eyebrow, "Relationships, yeah? I'm more into the whole college survival thing right now."

Deidara grinned, "Fair enough. But you know, it's not a bad idea to explore a bit. Adds some excitement to those dull lectures."

Hidan chuckled, "I'll pass on the lovey-dovey drama for now. Lectures are dramatic enough."

Deidara leaned in, his artistic spirit evident in his speech. "You're missing out on the art of relationships, my friend. It's like sculpting emotions."

Hidan smirked, "Emotional sculpting, huh? Sounds messy."

Deidara winked, "The best masterpieces usually are. But seriously, when you're ready, don't hold back. It's about finding someone who appreciates your unique blend of chaos."

Hidan laughed, "Unique blend of chaos, huh? I'll keep that in mind."

As they continued discussing lectures and college escapades, Deidara shared more advice about relationships, weaving his artistic analogies into the conversation. Hidan, though not fully convinced, appreciated the wisdom from his eccentric friend. The coffee-fueled chat left them with a mix of laughter, caffeine buzz, and a newfound perspective on the art of relationships.

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Pein and konan

In the tranquil garden where memories blossomed, Pein and Konan sat beneath the shade of an ancient tree. Childhood friends, they found solace in each other's company as the sun dipped below the horizon.

Pein traced patterns in the grass, his piercing eyes softening. "Konan, there's something I've been meaning to say."

Konan turned to him, her azure eyes curious. "What is it, Pain?"

He took a deep breath. "I've liked you for a long time, Konan. More than just as a friend."

A blush crept across Konan's cheeks. "Pein, I... I've felt the same way."

They exchanged a shy smile, the weight of unspoken emotions lifting. The air crackled with the vulnerability of shared confessions.

Pein spoke, his voice steady yet gentle. "I remember the days we spent as kids, dreaming about the future. And now, here we are."

Konan nodded, a wistful smile playing on her lips. "Our journey from childhood friends to this moment feels like a story written by fate."

Pein reached for Konan's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Maybe it was fate, guiding us through the twists and turns to discover something deeper."

As the moon casts its gentle glow, Pein and Konan relished the transition from childhood friends to lovers, grateful for the unspoken connection that had grown roots in their hearts. The garden witnessed the blossoming of a love that had weathered the passage of time, transforming a tale of friendship into a beautiful chapter of romance.

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NAGATO AND KAKUZU

Nagato leaned against the worn-out fence, staring into the vast expanse of green fields. Kakuzo joined him, a glint of ambition in his eyes.

Kakuzo: "Nagato, have you ever thought about the big things, like creating your own business?"

Nagato: "Hmm, not really. I've always dreamed of owning a serene farm, away from the chaos."

Kakuzo: "I'm thinking big, my friend. I want to dive into the business world, maybe start a company that sells the finest champagne or even open a classy club."

Nagato chuckled, imagining Kakuzo as a suave club owner.

Nagato: "That's quite the ambition. I'm more inclined towards a simple life, maybe in Switzerland. Peaceful, you know?"

Kakuzo: "Peace is overrated! Picture this: people enjoying themselves in a luxurious club, toasting with the champagne I created."

Nagato: "I'd rather picture myself surrounded by nature, perhaps creating my own ice cream brand or experimenting with new delicacies."

Kakuzo raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

Kakuzo: "Ice cream? That's an interesting twist. But a farm, really?"

Nagato: "There's beauty in simplicity. A farm allows me to live close to the land and appreciate life's essentials."

Kakuzo: "Well, Nagato, here's to our dreams – whether it's sipping champagne in a bustling club or finding serenity in the quiet hills of Switzerland."

Nagato nodded, a serene smile on his face.

Nagato: "Cheers to that, Kakuzo. May our paths lead us to the lives we truly desire."