Coffee flavored confessions

Hello there!
I had this in laying in my laptop for a while now and I thought it could be ok to share.
It's obviously another AU since author is unable to write something else, but what's news?
I hope you'll appreciate my effort and please enjoy this one shot!
Please, comment and let me know what do you think about this for your support is very much appreciated!

Until next time,

-Hh

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Naruto Umino-Hatake was seventeen years old and led a peaceful life surrounded by his family; he had blond hair and blue eyes, he was doing pretty well in school and for this reason his parents had given him a nice blue scooter that he treated with all deserved respect, he practiced baseball and basketball and this gave him a slender but muscular physique, he had several friends thanks to his cheerful attitude and even with girls he did not fare badly.

Like all seventeen year olds, he had already given the first kiss and the previous summer, with a girl he had met during their vacation at the seaside, had gone slightly beyond first base one evening when they had gone out and had relaxed on the dark beach.

Naruto liked girls. He was absolutely certain of it.

That was why, when he had met Shikamaru he had not given too much thoughts to the fact that in the following days he had found himself observing him several times. More than three months had passed since the first meeting, three months during which Naruto had discovered that it was so much more interesting to observe the rebellious tufts of Shikamaru's hair than to look at the prominent bosom of his desk mate during class; this was starting to worry him slightly.

Shikamaru Nara was seventeen years old, had dark and short hair that he was letting grow and that he was trying to keep away from his face with a thin dark green band from which some strands irremediably escaped, he had the dry and tonic physique of those who swims and a tired smile always on the lips; he attended the same class as Naruto but in section S and Naruto could look at him trying to tame his hair, remaining seated at his desk near the window because the windows of the two classes faced each other above the walkway to the gym.

They had met the second week of school during an outdoor activity in which the two classes had participated jointly: the teachers had formed pairs of students, one for each section, in order to entice the kids to get to know each other because, at the end of the school year, both classes would participate in an educational trip and the teachers wanted to create a peaceful atmosphere among the students.

Another thing about Naruto Umino-Hatake: he was not a coward. Lying in the center of his new queen sized bed, staring at the ceiling of his recently painted green and yellow room, a small gift from his Papa, he was reflecting on what exactly meant the fact that he was now spending his days at school staring at Shikamaru on the other side of the windows.

Reached the awareness that, apparently, he liked Shikamaru, and not in the sense of friendship, Naruto Umino-Hatake decided to leave the house from the back porch, still in slippers, despite it being almost December, and without even a jacket, to cross the common fenced backyard and burst into his aunt's house.

He nearly stumbled upon Susanoo and Raikiri, curled up in front of the glass doors of his aunt's porch, and bodily slammed against the door; luckily, the door was open and, after having literally jumped the dogs still blissfully and completely unaware and asleep, he ended up lying straight on the carpet of the living room of his beloved aunt in a heap of sprawled limbs.