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"Before I sign this document... Do I have anything to be afraid of?"
"...Well."
Standing in Tsunade's office, Kakashi paused with his hands in his pockets and a slouch to his hip. His carefree body language was at odds with the flurry of concerning events that went through his memories.
"One incident comes to mind."
┊ ˚➶ ｡˚˚ · • . ° .
Naruto painted her a colorful, vibrant picture of his last few years with Master Jiraiya. Their empty takeaway boxes were piled to the side, their chopsticks thrown in the center, and bits of noodles stuck to the cardboard. Adohira hung onto his every word, seated across from him with large, amazed eyes as if she were right there with him in those memories.
"That crazy geezer trained me to the bone, I had to get completely new clothes! But... I had to do what I had to do! I gotta get stronger 'cause me and Sakura have to get Sasuke back."
As quick as the name left his mouth, his fond smile, reminiscing over all his adventures with Jiraiya, dissolved.
He dropped their eye contact and stared at the emerald leaves around them. He forced a smile but it was only half, like the sadness pursing his lips wouldn't give them up.
Sasuke.
"Hey, Uzumaki."
The blue-eyed boy looked back at her. Between her hands was a spinning leaf, perfectly levitating through chakra control and whipping from side to side.
"You haven't been the only one training...!" she smirked.
A half-smile lit up his cheeks. He chuckled at the light-hearted act. "Looks like it. Yeah, you've gotten real good at that."
A hairy bug stuck on the leaf jumped suddenly up on her face.
"KYAAAAAA!"
She panicked and propelled herself forward.
"W-woah, woah, woah!" Naruto flung his hands up in defense, but it was as futile as stopping an angry bull from colliding with you. Her body sprawled over his, knocking him down with a wham!
He yelled with her, timbering as his back slammed on the ground. He felt his eyes shake in his skull at the impact, and a groan left his lips.
When they opened their eyes, they were centimeters apart. The tip of his nose poked against hers, and she could feel how warm his skin was, heating her face. She stared into his blue eyes as her black hair fell forward, brushing his cheek.
A stream of sunlight from behind her slipped from the tree branches and pooled inside them, making them so crystal clear.
He didn't look as fearful as her, and she noticed it. Her heart sped up, she thought she was going to panic. She felt the soft fabric of his pants brush against the skin on her thigh, and it clicked how close they were, legs intertwined. She jumped up and rotated away from him, keeping her hands stiff to her side like a robot.
