My name is Sasuke Uchiha. I'm 17 years old. I start school tomorrow, and since the tragedy, my brother Itachi and I moved, so I'll be going to Konoha High. We still haven't finished unpacking, and it's 11:13 right now.
My room has Anime posters, video game posters and band posters all over the walls, a few family pictures framed, a Black Veil Brides bed spread, the walls painted black, carpet is dark blue, my computer desk with my laptop and other things on it, my nightstand in the middle of my bed and window, and a couch.
I walked downstairs, to see my brother with his head down on the table, sleeping, with half ate waffles. I smirked and tapped him, "Itachi."
He jumped up, and then smiled at me. "Oh hey Sasuke, what's wrong?"
I pointed to the clock,
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
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─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
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