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❝i think she hates me deep down, i know she does she wants to erase me❞ erase me, kid cudi
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What the fuck?
From where she's standing, after two hours of watching her blonde friend miserably tank what is usually a simple test, a scowl ripples across her face as her lip twitches at the sight of his limp body hanging from a thin tree. Well, she knew it was a long shot compared to Kakashi's natural and obvious upper hand—but she at least expected more from the guy who'd claimed to have singlehandedly taken down one of his teachers. Well, maybe not single handedly, but you get the point.
After a second glance at the mangled, sobbing mess of a blonde boy who'd had his ass handed to him a number of times, a very short contemplation that had conjured in her mind was sorted within a manner of seconds. With a small sigh, Koharu lifts from her knees and grunts at the thick fatigue plaguing her body since having awoken from one of her many and everlasting nightmares; to then be greeted with the man she was angriest with. Thinking about it again and again only make her teeth grit, until the thoughts circulate so much she might as well have a hamster wheel of negative emotions running rancid in her brain.
Furthermore, being aware that the person who looks up to her most is watching, only seems to amplify her usually desolate nerves—then there's those two.
Sakura, (whose validation she still had no idea why she needed), and Sasuke, who is basically the same if not for his arrogance being an immediate turn off. Anxiety of potential failure had always been her biggest enemy, and whilst the intention behind getting up in the first place is to retrieve a bell while the jonin's back is turned and be done with another useless obstacle—said intentions are put to pause as a wide variety of shuriken are executed swinging dangerously towards Kakashi's fat neck and smug face.
The action seizes all attention from the other two genin, as well as the hidden, and now slightly angered jonin whose eyes are the size of catastrophic planets. The man had been completely knocked from his position in a moment of vulnerability lecturing the whining Naruto, and she grit her teeth at the stolen opportunity.
Of course, the chances that Kakashi had actually fallen victim to such mediocrity was slim—but they don't even know the half of it. It isn't until his frame of distortion warps into a thick log that Naruto gasps and attempts to wriggle free from the baited trap he'd been caught. As for Koharu, countless second of hushed rustling and trying to focus every single human sense on her surroundings slip pass, quickly throwing her hair into a knotted bun. Sure, it's childish to hate the boy for simply being amazing, but she always assumed she was better than that. Better than any chance they may have gotten in taking hits—she was supposed to be better and unpredictable.
