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It starts the way it always does. Dick Grayson does a quadruple somersault, and Tim Drake notices.
To be fair, those aren’t their names anymore.
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Naruto hums a half-remembered tune under his breath as he runs through his cool-down stretches. He stops when another voice joins in.
The pink-haired girl takes a seat next to him, still humming. Every note harmonizes with the music in his mind until both end at the same moment.
“I’m Sakura,” the girl says, holding her hand out in a way that’s foreign to this life only. Naruto shakes her hand and she smiles.
“I’m Naruto.”
“Really, because to me, you look like a Grayson,” Sakura says in slightly accented English.
“How did you-”
“Quadruple somersault,” Sakura says, an almost-familiar sly grin appearing as the pieces slot into place. “Again. You should really work on that.”
Sakura placidly accepts the tackle-hug she(?) gets at that for a few seconds before pushing him off. She stands and dusts off her shorts before holding a hand out to him. He takes it and keeps holding on once he’s upright. Sakura doesn’t seem to mind.
“Come on. I’m hungry and buying. We can eat at my place.”
“Rich again?” Naruto asks, allowing himself to be tugged along.
“Merchant parents,” Sakura confirms. “Gone just as often too which works out well. You could stay with me if you want? It’s gotta be better than the orphanage.”
“Are you kidding? Staying with you is-” The tears he’s been holding back threaten to fall and his throat clogs. “I can’t believe you’re here. I can’t believe you found me. I’m never leaving your side again.”
Sakura squeezes his hand and bumps her head into his shoulder. “Sounds like a plan.”