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Uzumaki Naruto
You step onto the train and position yourself next to a pole, keeping a firm grip on the cold metal. It's so cold today...You bury face into your scarf and looked at your reflection in the pole. Your face distorts as you move around it, stretching vertically and horizontally like a carnival fun-house mirror. You look kind of funny. You smile and can't help but stick your tongue out at your reflection into the pole. It sticks its tongue back at you only the distortion makes your tongue look huge.
You laugh into your scarf before doing it again but you stop in the middle of the act, a tiny bit of tongue still sticking out as you look up to see a boy your age on the other side of the pole. His blue eyes glitter as he laughs and runs his hands through his blonde hair. You quickly retract your tongue and turn a shade of cherry red, suddenly burning up despite the icy winter chill. Oh crap. You're so embarrassed. You hug yourself in your embarrassment, turning around and hoping that you could avoid him, but you couldn't help but feel his gaze trained on you. The train began to move and you realized you were no longer holding the pole, and were thrown backwards. You yelped, tripping over your feet and felt yourself fall into the stranger.
As the train's speed picked up and evened out he held your shoulders and got you back up on your feet.
"I-I'm sorry haha..." you normally would have been able to compose yourself at this point, but considering the fact that he was watching you that whole time you were messing around with your reflection you still didn't want to face him. You avoided his gaze as he responded.
"No, no it's okay," he grinned again. His smile - it just... Spread across his whole face. It was so contagious. You almost opened your mouth to respond but the train stopped. "I guess this is my stop," he said, turning to leave, "see you around." He stood on the platform and flashed you one last grin before the doors closed.
In spite of the world being a blur as the train sped up, you could have sworn you saw him standing on the platform, eyes locked with yours as the train left the station.
Uchiha Sasuke
Well, today was a bust.
Your friend had asked if you wanted to head out today for a "fun day at the arcade"... Which turned out to be a day of third wheeling with her and her boyfriend. Gross. It's not that you weren't happy for her or anything, you know that you wanted to see her happy and for her to be happy... But there's "aw that's kind of cute" couple action and then there's... Well... Stuff that probably shouldn't be done in public in the first place. You sighed, propping your head up in your hands while you watched the two of them at the shooting game having a blast and then... God, are they about to make out again? You cringe as you avert your eyes for what must be the fourth time today. You blankly watch the screen in front of you. It's a racer game, but a two player one. You had put your token into the machine maybe thirty minutes ago after your friend promised she'd finally play a game with you, only for her to run off with her boyfriend to do... Something. And now they were making out. Again. WAITING FOR PLAYER 2! Flashed in your face like it was mocking you for being ignored. Geez.
You propped your legs up on the "dashboard" of your race car. Hey, at least the seat was comfortable. It was like being in the car... Driving home... So you could lay in your bed... And...
Your daydream was interrupted by a READY PLAYER 2! blaring from the speakers built into the console. You shot up in your seat with a yelp, grabbing the wheel. What? They're done? Did I fall asleep? You turn to the second seat and see a boy with dark hair and onyx eyes that were fixed onto his screen with determination. His hands firmly gripped the wheel and he tossed a look at you over his shoulder. While his facial expression remained mostly neutral, you could sense a challenging look in his eyes. You followed suit, with a look in your own (E/C) eyes that told him...
Oh, It's on.
Inuzuka Kiba
Man, you were so ready to bite into this hot dog. You've just moved in and you've been starving all day, and this is the first time you've been able to have something that wasn't instant ramen (which you were honestly getting a little sick of now). You situated yourself on a bench by the park just people-watching. It was sogood to get a breath of fresh air. All of those boxes in your new place were really making you feel cramped up and you've kind of been longing for some kind of human interaction since you arrived. But considering that you haven't met anyone yet people-watching was the next best thing. You opened your mouth to take a bite into your snack when you felt something nudge your arm.
You turn around to see the biggest dog you've seen in your life. Really, you could ride it if you wanted to. You stare at it in a stunned silence for a few moments before realizing what it wants as you notice its eyes fixed on the hot dog in your hand. It tilts its head to the left, as if asking for permission. You can't help but give in. You've always had a soft spot for dogs.
"Alright, alright," you smiled to yourself, freeing the hot dog from its paper wrappings, turning to the dog. It sits down patiently, its huge tail thumping on the path in anticipation. Again: cute. You offer the hot dog to your new friend who eats it up in a single bite. You know, maybe the company of this dog can compensate for your lack of human interaction for the past few days. Giving it a few pets on the head you get up to take a walk around, and to your surprise the dog follows you. You stop and look around and the dog stops with you. It begins to lick your face, its tail continuing to wag with delight. What a sweet dog. It must belong to someone. There's no way it's a stray.
"Akamaru!" A voice calls, panicked and worried. You look off in the distance and see a boy about your age running towards you. You lock eyes with him and he stops right there on the street, mortified. Bolting towards the dog he grabs it and tries to pry it away from you. "I'm so sorry," he flashes you a nervous grin, "he gets a little attached. You didn't offer him any food did you?" You don't even get a chance to answer before he notices the ketchup stained wrapper in your hands and groans. He looks back at you and turns to the dog, "did you get all over her face, Akamaru? Gross."
As he continued scolding his dog, who you now knew was named Akamaru, you noticed that the dog did get all over your face as you put a hand to your cheek and feel a good amount of dog drool there. Sticky. You were kind of grossed out but you couldn't help but smile watching the boy disappointedly scolding Akamaru like a father would a son. The boy turns back to you and pulls a few tissues out of his pocket, holding them up to your face to wipe the drool off. You can't stop yourself from going red as he tilts your chin up to get a better look at your face to clean it. You can feel his breath fanning your face. O-oh. You could feel your cheeks burn up. He speaks, addressing his dog again.
"Man, Akamaru. Always a hit with the ladies aren't you. They just can't say no to you, can they," he smirks. You know he's not talking to you but damn that little smile. When he's done he tosses the soggy tissues over his shoulder and they land in the wastebasket behind him. "Well, sorry about that. You should probably go home and rinse up a bit. You don't want any of Akamaru's gross drool sticking around and ruining that pretty face of yours, huh?" He winks, turning on his heel and walking away. Akamaru reluctantly follows, and you reach your hand up to touch your face again where his hand had just been. Despite the awkward situation, something inside of you wished his hand could have stayed there a bit longer.
Sabaku no Gaara
You've always seen people use shopping lists in movies and TV shows when heading to the grocery store but you've always thought that was silly - people don't actuallydo that, right? But suddenly that seems like it's a better idea than what you had in mind. Or rather, what you don't have in mind.
You arrived at the grocery store and realized that you had completely forgotten what you were here to get. You were aimlessly wandering around the grocery store when you made your way to the feminine hygiene aisle. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to picture your sink at home. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to stock up a little...
A boy with red hair and teal eyes was pacing the aisle speaking into his phone. He looked distressed and, quite frankly, a little anxious. Poor guy. You couldn't count the number of times you've seen an uncomfortable boyfriend walking around this aisle in a daze, scrutinizing each and every pack of pads and tampons and crossing their fingers hoping they'll pick the right one. You couldn't help but eavesdrop on his conversation. "Temari, I don't know what-"
"Gaara," a female voice said flatly, "Any one of them will be fine. Just get something for a heavy flow and make your way home." The call must have ended, and he pocketed his phone with a sigh, staring helplessly at the ceiling.
"I don't even know what that means..." His voice was barely a whisper, but you could hear his distress as he began raking his hands through his hair, teal eyes scanning the aisle.
You pretended to look for something for yourself, keeping the caller's request in mind. You felt bad for him, and wanted to help him out. Taking a purple package from the bottom shelf you walked up to him. "Hey, here..."
He stared at you for a few seconds, and - was that - you could've sworn he was blushing ever so slightly before taking them from you and putting them in his cart. "Thanks," his voice was quiet. He was so shy and yet his girlfriend sounded so different from him. You wondered how they possibly could have gotten together. She sounded more like a sister than she would a girlfriend. Probably just a case of the time-of-the-month crankies.
"I've found that 'angry girlfriend' can usually be solved with a bit of chocolate if that's a problem you need solving," you smiled, trying to put him at ease. It did quite the opposite. He just became all the more flustered.
"Wh- no - what- I," he stammered, nose wrinkling in disgust, "she's my sister!"
It was your turn to awkwardly stammer and sputter, "O-oh I-I'm sorry about that ahahah..." The two of you stood looking at each other in a horribly awkward silence.
Hatake Kakashi
"Welcome to the Konoha Public Libr-"
"Th-thanks!" You stuttered a reply as you dashed past the woman at the checkout desk. Faces were a blur and warm reading lights streaked by as you meandered between book carts and shelves, making your way to the back shelves. Glancing around and scanning for people you knew, you made a run for it, definitely turning some heads - you can't afford to have anyone recognize you. Finally, you made it to the back. Your eyes moved through each shelf before finally locking in on their target - "Icha Icha Innocence". It was a mistake that you were introduced to the "Icha Icha" series and you hate to admit it but you were hooked. But you wouldn't dare share that with anyone. Which is why it was imperative that you get that book and get out of here. Great. Now if I can just... Your arm reached out to grab the book it disappeared. You blinked. You blinked again. You could've sworn you just saw -
You turned your head to see a masked man around your age with the book in hand leaning against the shelf.
"Oh, you were looking for this?" He tipped his head towards the book. You narrowed your eyes, you couldn't read this guy. Despite the mask you knew that eyes are the windows to the soul, but his eye maintained a dull expression, like he was half asleep. Actually, his entire demeanor just radiated "I just got out of bed and rolled my way here". Everything from his posture to his expression to his almost bedhead hair... It was kind of cute, actually, and your mind started drifting away wondering if this is actually what he looked like after getting up in the morning... But never mind that right now.
"Um, yeah. Yeah I was."
"What's a sweet lady like you doing reading these?" His eyes quickly analyzed you from head to toe like a predator sizing up its prey. What's with this guy?
"Why does it matter to you?" You went on the defensive, but you honestly didn't know what to say. He must have picked up on this because he didn't even bother responding. He just laughed, a sweet sound that was muffled by his mask, and sauntered away. You couldn't help but wonder what was hiding under it. You stood there in a stunned silence watching him leave and didn't even realize that he had taken your book with him.
Nara Shikamaru
You've been sitting in this cafe doing your work for a while now and you couldn't help but notice the guy at the table in front of you, who has been punching away at his calculator for the whole time you've been there. Honestly, you came to the cafe hoping that you'd be able to finally get some work done. You've found that you can never concentrate when you're at home. Too many distractions. At least when you're in public with all of your pens and books you feel pressured by everyone around you to make use of all of the stuff you brought with you and be productive. As a child you'd always watch the students in cafes, highlighting, typing, and calculator..ing... Away with no end. Today you intended to be one of those people, but you've just spent this whole time pretending to do your work while you sneak peeks at this damn boy.
You sat at a two-person table and so did he, but you both sat alone on the sides of the table that caused the two of you to see each other whenever either of you lifted your head. You raised your eyes for one more peek and saw him working away, furiously scribbling something down in his notebook before punching some numbers into his calculator again. So studious. So productive. Ugh. And here I am, having done nothing this whole time... You stare at your school supplies you've laid out in front of you. Your own calculator sat next to your laptop which had some formulas up on the screen that you needed for the upcoming exams that would determine whether or not you'd get to apply to good universities. You sigh in dismay as you rest your head on the table, absentmindedly flipping through your exam study notebook to find all the pages empty. You never get distracted like this. What was it about this guy?
You narrowed your eyes and sat up straight, hitting your hand on the table to wake yourself up. You took a swig of the coffee you had ordered and took your pencil. No more fooling around. I need to work. You thought. Okay. You flipped through your workbook and looked at the first question, pen at the ready. You already knew which formula you needed to use for this one. It was pretty simple. Just need to punch some numbers. You reach for your calculator and press the "on" button...
Only to find it wasn't turning on.
You set your pen down and press it a few more times. Then a few more, but harder. You groan and put your head back on the table when you realize that it's been on since you got here a while ago, but since you hadn't been using it while you've spent this whole time staring at this dude, it's battery's drained. You have to bite your lip to fight back tears. You shuffle your feet to keep yourself doing something. You squeeze your fist around your mechanical pencil, digging the tip into your hand. You're so disappointed in yourself. You don't even notice that you're bleeding from the pressure of your pencil.
"Hey," you wipe a tear away to look up and see the boy from the table across from you sitting down at the empty chair at your table. He leans back in the chair, his hands behind his head. In different circumstances you'd be ecstatic at the chance to talk to a cute guy but this wasn't really great timing. You blink tears out of your eyes in preparation for a response, but before you do he sets his calculator in front of you. "It's really a drag when your calculator dies on you, huh?"
Despite his act of kindness he speaks in a nonchalant manner, as if he didn't have a care in the world. He takes your calculator and begins messing around with it, "Thank you..." you whisper, mustering all of your emotional strength to feign a polite smile.
"Your batteries kind of suck. Where did you get these?" He asked, examining the batteries he just pulled out of your calculator.
"They came with it," you say, punching the numbers into his calculator.
"You really need better ones. You should come with me after this. I'll take you to the convenience store and show you the better ones."
As he speaks, you flip the page over in your workbook to reveal the answer. Correct. You smile, but you don't know if it's for getting the correct answer or because this cute guy actually decided to help you out.
Sai
You sit perched on a tree, legs hanging down and swinging around like a kid. The scenery in Konoha is so pretty. You never cease to be amazed by it. You had many friends to be spending your Friday afternoon with but you really liked to be somewhere quieter for a change sometimes, away from the bustle of the heart of Konoha where your friends preferred to spend most of their time. Besides, nobody could payyou to miss the sunset from up here, especially during the spring when the buds on the tree blossomed into beautiful Sakura blossoms. You thought about your friend Sakura as you observed the flowers. A fitting name. A pretty flower for a pretty girl. You weren't nearly as extraordinary as her or interesting as her. Even with the number of friends you have and their stronger personalities, you still were the kind who liked to take a back seat on life every once in a while. That quieter quality of you wasn't really appealing to many boys, though, and you can't begin to count the number of times Sakura and Ino have stolen potential boyfriends from you back in your school days. You were quietly bitter about it but didn't say too much about it then, but thinking about it now was just so silly to you. You looked up to see the sunset, smiling softly as you reminisced and sighing with awe as the sun hide behind a cloud and crepuscular rays pierced the orange sky.
"Perfect," you heard a voice from below you say. That's funny. You don't remember seeing anyone else up here. You could've sworn you were the only one who hung around this place and you've been coming here for years. Not even Sakura and Ino know about it. It's your quiet place. You duck your head under a branch to look at the stranger. A boy who appears to be your age sits on a nearby boulder, brush in hand, painting. He smiles at you sweetly and you can't help but smile back and laugh a little.
"What is?" You ask him, the ghost of a smile still on your lips as you speak. His eyes almost seem to sparkle in the light of the sunset. His pale skin is bathed in oranges and yellows. What a beautiful scene, something you'd swear could only come out of a movie. It's no wonder this area caught his eye too. Any artist would be stupid to not take the opportunity to paint this.
"The sky, the trees, the flowers, the sun..." he lists, gazing at the scene, clearly as enchanted as you are. He spoke like he was constantly in a daze. He looks at you, that same sparkle in his eyes. "You are also quite lovely." He flashed that sweet smile again.
Your cheeks went hot, taken aback. How can someone be so forward and yet so innocently charming? From experience you had known that boys who tended to be more straightforward also tended to lean towards the unkinder end of the spectrum, but this boy was something else. "Thank you..." you barely whispered. He stood from his place and gathered his things, smiling at you yet again.
"I hope that I can meet you here again," he nodded curtly, that same smile on his face as he left. You watched him leave and looked back to where he sat, a piece of paper where he once was, most likely a page from his sketchbook. Curiosity got the better of you as you climbed down from the tree. You knew it probably wasn't the nicest thing to look at someone's work without permission, but you'd think that he would want his work back. It was the painting of you against the sunset, sitting in the tree. You took one look at it and the only thing you could think: woah. You smile. It was almost as if he wanted you to see it.
A/N: I haven't been on the fanfiction scene since 2015 so this is kinda wild for me, but I was reading this particular collection of scenariosand I just kind of fell in love with it, it's just too bad that the author's no longer active so... I figured why not try it out myself? I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, feel free to let me know if you have any requests for scenarios + characters please let me know. Also I might be taking a liiiittle bit of inspiration from their fic (It's really good. You have to read it!!!). Okay, that's all for now, until next chapter
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