Naruto and types of women(ON HOLD UNTILL MARCH,30,2025)

Sasuke's type

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### **The Academy Incident: Comedy Edition**

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It was another chaotic day at the Ninja Academy. Birds chirped outside, Iruka-sensei was trying (and failing) to control the room, and Naruto Uzumaki, future Hokage and professional class clown, was at the center of all the noise, bouncing in his seat with boundless energy.

"Oi, Kiba!" Naruto leaned over his desk, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Bet you can't hit Sasuke with this!" He pulled out a crumpled ball of paper from his pouch, wagging it like it was a precious treasure.

Kiba, never one to back down from a challenge, smirked and held out his hand. "Hand it over, Naruto. Watch the master work."

With a dramatic flick of his wrist, Kiba launched the paper ball across the room like a seasoned professional. It sailed through the air, dodging heads and desks, and landed directly on top of Sasuke Uchiha's meticulously styled hair.

Direct hit!

Sasuke didn't move. The paper ball stuck to his hair like it was some weird new accessory, but the dark-haired prodigy continued to stare blankly out the window, completely unfazed.

Naruto gritted his teeth, his eyebrow twitching. "Tch, Teme's too cool to even flinch! What a showoff!"

"Shh, Naruto!" Sakura's voice, sharp as ever, hissed from her seat. She turned her head just enough to throw a death glare over her shoulder. "Don't disturb Sasuke-kun! He's deep in thought."

Naruto rolled his eyes so hard they nearly popped out of his head. "Deep in thought, huh? About what? How to be even more boring than he already is?"

Kiba snorted, trying to stifle his laughter, but Sakura wasn't amused. She turned fully in her seat, glaring daggers at Naruto. "Unlike you, Sasuke-kun actually *thinks* before he speaks!"

Naruto let out an exaggerated gasp, clutching his chest dramatically. "Thinking?! In this economy?!"

Before Sakura could hurl any more verbal kunai at him, Naruto's eyes landed on Sasuke again. The Uchiha still hadn't moved. Not a twitch, not a blink, not even a *hair* out of place (except for the paper ball, of course).

Naruto felt a familiar burning sensation rising inside him-the undeniable urge to mess with Sasuke.

"Hey, Teme!" Naruto called out, his voice cutting through the classroom chatter like a badly thrown shuriken. Every head turned toward him, including Iruka, who immediately groaned in anticipation of whatever chaos was about to unfold.

Sasuke finally turned his head, just slightly, giving Naruto the barest hint of acknowledgment. It wasn't much, but it was enough to fuel Naruto's fire.

"What's your type, huh?" Naruto's grin stretched ear to ear. He knew this was a dumb question, but he was banking on Sasuke giving a dumb answer-something he could mock for the rest of the day.

The entire classroom seemed to freeze. The girls leaned forward, their eyes sparkling with anticipation, hanging on every syllable that might drop from Sasuke's lips.

Sasuke didn't even blink. "Quiet women."

Sakura's eyes went wide, her cheeks flushed, and Ino-who had been listening from a few seats away-let out a dreamy sigh, clutching her hands to her chest. "He's so deep," Ino whispered, her eyes turning into pink hearts.

Naruto, however, blinked. Twice. *Quiet women?* The words echoed in his head like an empty ramen bowl. His grin faltered. No, it *vanished*, like it had been slapped off his face by an invisible hand. For the first time in his life, Naruto Uzumaki was at a loss for words.