Gaara x Reader: Chunin Exams

Confession

Ezume and Kazuto were chatting and I kept walking and staring at the floor. By now, the blood on me is gone (because of some type of fanfic magic). I didn't even realize that my eyes were back to normal. I wasn't focused on what was in front of me and I ended up bumping into someone. I look up, and it's Gaara! I quickly blurt out apologies and my face is bright pink.
"It's fine." He interrupts coldly.
Ezume starts blushing a bit. He's looking at the blonde girl. I've never seen Ezume blush before! He's normally like Sasuke (EXCEPT NOT A TOTAL JERK). The blonde girl is looking at me. I quickly walk away, but Kazuto and Ezume stay there and continue talking. The blonde girl and the cat guy join in the conversation. I sit in the corner with my arms on my knees and covering my face, still trying not to cry. I heard someone sit down next to me. I look up and it was Gaara. I blush and hide my face. I made a fool of myself earlier. He probably thinks I'm a total idiot! He's probably just pitying me right now! I HATE MYSELF!
"Come with me." Gaara says to me quietly, but still emotionlessly. He gets up and I follow him. We walk to the door of the room we're in and right when Gaara's about to open it, Kazuto stops us.
"Where are you two going?" He says angrily. I can tell he was trying to hide it.
"Why do you need to know?" Gaara shot back.
"I... just wanna keep her safe." He says protectively.
"You don't need to protect me. I can take care of myself, Kazuto." I say in an annoyed tone.
Gaara opens the door and we both leave. I shut the door behind us. We go to another room nearby and shut the door.
"So, w-what did you want?" I curiously stutter.
"What is this..." he mumbles.
"What are you talking about?" I ask.
"What is this feeling? What are you doing to me?! Am I going mad?!" Gaara yells.
"I don't know!" I yell back.
Gaara sighs and sits down. I sit down next to him.
"Why can't I stop thinking about you? Why do I feel like I have to protect you? I know you don't need it, but I have to." Gaara says slightly confused. He won't look at me. His face looks a bit pink!
"I can't stop thinking about you either. I always just want to be around you. You make me happy. Around you I feel..." I say.
"Complete?" Gaara interrupts.
"Y-yeah! How'd you know?" I ask.
"I think... I think I know what this is." Gaara said.
"When I was six years old, I asked my uncle, Yashamaru, what pain was. He tried his best to explain it to me. I said that I felt pain in my heart. He told me that the only medicine to cure my pain, is love."
I start tearing up and my face is bright pink.
"I feel the same way." I answer.
Gaara looks deep into my eyes and I look into his.
"Y/n... I love you... a lot..." Gaara says to me.
Tears roll down my cheeks.
"I love you too, Gaara.." I sob.
Gaara starts tearing up. He pulls me onto him and starts kissing me. I kiss back. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. Gaara deepens the kiss. His strong arms are wrapped tightly around my waist. Gaara licks my bottom lip for permission to enter my mouth. I straight away put my tongue in his mouth. Our tongues wrestle each other and Gaara won, so I let him explore my mouth. He didn't leave a single place untouched. I loved every second, and I'm guessing Gaara did too. Our lungs burned for oxygen and we separated. A string of our saliva still connected us. We gaze deep into each other's teary eyes. He was crying too. I wipe the tears off his face. He does the same for me. The entire time, our eyes never separated. I put my forehead up to Gaara's. He's cold. I touch his hand. Gaara intertwines our fingers. I felt something wrap around my arm. I look, and it's Gaara's sand! I see something that's glowing red. It's my red energy.
"What's happening?" I ask.
"Are you a jinjuriki?" Gaara asks.
"Yes." I answer.
"It's our demons. They want a connection with each other." Gaara explains.
"Kiss her again, boy!" I hear a voice say.
"Kiss him again!" I hear Aku No say.
Without thinking, we both pressed our lips together. We squeeze each other's hands tighter. Our bodies are pressed up against each other and moving at the same pace as our lips.
The door slides open...