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Class 1-A always thought Sakura Haruno was strange.
She was incredibly strong, capable of beating anyone in the class without breaking a sweat. Her raw power terrified them at times, but her beauty, kindness, and impeccable fashion sense made her approachable. Sakura always excelled in her studies, and when villains attacked, she practically destroyed them with ease.
Despite her intimidating abilities, Sakura was friendly. She and Mina bonded over clothes, makeup, and hair care routines, and the rest of the girls found her pleasant to be around. Even the boys respected her, although most kept their distance out of sheer awe.
Still, there was one thing they all found odd, Sakura didn’t talk much about her life outside of school. She’d dodge personal questions with a smile, and every time her phone buzzed, she would sprint away to who-knows-where without explaining. It was strange, but they respected her privacy.
Sakura liked UA. It was fun and chaotic, reminding her of her old team.
Naruto and Sasuke were here too, though they were third-years while she was in her first year. The two idiots often got into trouble, and whenever one of them got hurt too badly, they would text her to come help.
That day, during English class with Present Mic, her phone dinged. Yamada allowed students to check their phones for emergencies, so Sakura took a quick glance.
It was a message from Sasuke:
Training Ground Omega. Hurry.
Her stomach dropped. She shot out of her chair and called out, “I have to go!” Without waiting for a response, she dashed out the door, her heart racing.
When she reached the training ground, she froze.
The scene was chaos. Naruto was sprawled on the ground, his abdomen a bloody mess, while Sasuke sat nearby, a gash on his neck bleeding profusely. The third-year homeroom teacher, All Might, and Recovery Girl were fussing over them, clearly struggling to stabilize their injuries.
Naruto, grinning despite the blood, called out, “Sakura-chan!”
She stormed over, her expression thunderous. The third-year homeroom teacher looked at her in shock. “A first-year? What are you doing here?”
Sakura ignored them entirely, dropping to her knees next to Naruto. “What the hell happened?” she snapped, her emerald eyes blazing as she turned to Sasuke.
Sasuke sighed, his hand pressed to his bleeding neck. “We were sparring. Things got a little out of hand,” he explained. “Recovery Girl said it would take too much stamina to heal us.”
Sakura’s frown deepened as she examined Naruto’s injuries. His intestines looked like they were about to spill out. She scoffed. “Idiots,” she muttered before pressing her glowing hands to his wound.
Gasps echoed around her as the flesh began to mend itself under her touch. Within moments, Naruto’s wound was gone, and he leaped to his feet, grinning like an idiot.
“Thanks, Sakura-chan!”
She shot him a glare. “Sit down, Naruto!” she barked before turning to Sasuke. He winced but allowed her to heal him, the gash on his neck closing as her chakra flowed into him.
When both boys were patched up, Sakura stood, her fists clenched. Without warning, she punched them both on the head, making them stumble.
“You idiots! What were you thinking, going this far?” she scolded.
Naruto puffed out his cheeks. “It’s training, Sakura-chan! No big deal!”
“No big deal?! You were half-dead, Naruto!”
Sasuke sighed. “We’ll be more careful next time.”
“There won’t be a next time if you keep this up!” she snapped.
The teachers and third-years watched in stunned silence. A first-year had just healed wounds that Recovery Girl herself couldn’t handle, scolded two of UA’s strongest third-years, and walked away like it was no big deal.
And they had even more questions now than before.
Team 7 had always been more of a family than a team. Even after the war, they worked together, taking countless missions ranging from the mundane to high-stakes assassinations. Spending so much time together had made them comfortable in each other’s presence, even during moments others might find awkward. Changing in front of one another with the bare minimum of clothing had become second nature, something they didn’t even think about anymore.
Naruto, of course, never realized this wasn’t normal behavior outside of their little group.
The girls of Class 1-A were changing in the locker room after a particularly exhausting training session. Conversations were lighthearted, Mina cracking jokes while Jirou rolled her eyes with a small smile. Then the door suddenly swung open, revealing a tall, muscular blond boy dressed in orange pants standing shirtless in the doorway.
The room erupted in screams of shock and outrage.
Naruto blinked, startled by the shrieking. He had clearly not anticipated the reaction, tilting his head as if confused by their response. Before anyone could process the audacity of his intrusion, another voice cut through the chaos.
“Naruto?!”
The girls froze as Sakura Haruno, completely unbothered by the fact that she was in nothing but her bra and panties, stepped forward with an incredulous frown.
Naruto relaxed at the sight of her. “Oh, there you are, Sakura-chan! I accidentally grabbed your bag instead of mine.” He held up a bag filled with clothes that looked identical to hers.
Sakura blinked, then sighed, walking toward him. “Really, Naruto?” She took the bag from his hands and opened it, inspecting its contents. “Huh. I didn’t even notice,” she muttered before reaching into her own locker.
The girls of Class 1-A stared, flabbergasted, as Sakura handed Naruto a different bag, his.
But Naruto, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room, stepped fully inside the locker room, leaning casually against a nearby locker as he started chatting with Sakura like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“I only realized it wasn’t mine when I tried putting on your pink sports bra,” he said, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish grin. “The guys in my class were all staring at me like I was crazy, and I couldn’t figure out why.”
Sakura snorted, tossing his bag into his hands. “Gee, Naruto, I wonder why,” she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm that Naruto, predictably, didn’t catch.
“Huh. Well, whatever,” he said with a shrug. “I gotta go, or I’ll be late. Later, Sakura-chan!”
And with that, Naruto left, the door clicking shut behind him.
Silence blanketed the room as the girls turned to look at Sakura, who had resumed changing as if nothing had happened.
Realizing their stares, Sakura let out a gasp. “Oh, right! Sorry about that,” she said, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. “Naruto doesn’t really understand what privacy means, but don’t worry, he wasn’t staring at any of you like a pervert or anything. He was just here for me.”
The girls continued to stare, utterly dumbfounded, as Sakura gave them an apologetic smile and went back to getting dressed.
Later, none of them could quite explain how or why Sakura and Naruto had such a casual, chaotic dynamic, but one thing was clear: Sakura’s life was just as strange as she was.
Class 1-A was enjoying a rare moment of peace, chatting amongst themselves during the break between classes. Conversations ranged from the latest hero news to debates over which pro hero had the best costume design. Everything was normal until a loud, hyper voice shattered the tranquility.
The door to the classroom burst open, and a tall blond boy bounded inside like he owned the place. His energy was infectious, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement as he practically radiated enthusiasm. He wore a dramatic yellow cloak adorned with a thick, luxurious collar of black fur that made him look simultaneously regal and outlandish.
Mina gasped, jumping to her feet and pointing directly at him. “It’s you! You’re the one who walked into our changing room!” she shrieked, her voice echoing through the room.
The class froze, all heads snapping toward the blond intruder.
“Wait, what?!” Kaminari blurted, his disbelief mirrored by several other boys.
Naruto, however, didn’t seem to notice the commotion at all. Instead, he made a beeline for Sakura’s desk, his wide grin practically splitting his face. “Sakura-chan, look what I got!” he exclaimed, doing an exaggerated pirouette to show off the cloak.
Sakura blinked, completely unfazed by his sudden entrance or the chaos he’d caused. “Where did you even get that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Before Naruto could answer, a sharp voice called from the doorway.
“Naruto!”
The class turned again to see another stranger entering the room. He was tall with dark hair, his handsome features sharp and commanding. A single earring in the shape of a fan dangled from one ear, and his attire immediately caught everyone’s attention. He wore a snug black tank top that showed off his toned physique and ended just above his waist, revealing a hint of his abdomen like a crop top.
Several of the girls in the room audibly gushed at the sight of him.
“Who is that?” Hagakure whispered loudly, though everyone in the room could hear her.
Sasuke, as he was apparently called, scoffed at the blond as he walked further inside, exuding an aura of effortless coolness.
Sakura smirked, leaning back in her seat with an exaggerated whistle. “Sasuke-kun~,” she said in a playful, teasing tone that sounded flirty to the rest of the class.
Sasuke rolled his eyes and scoffed even harder, clearly unimpressed by her antics.
“So, where’d you two get the clothes?” Sakura asked, her tone switching back to casual curiosity.
Naruto grinned and puffed out his chest. “Sasuke got scouted to be a model! They gave us these for free!”
“It was bribery,” Sasuke interjected, his tone flat.
Sakura burst out laughing, slapping her desk as Naruto pouted.
Before any of Class 1-A could process what they were seeing, let alone ask who these two were, Sasuke clasped Naruto’s hand firmly, pulling him toward the door. “We’re late,” he said simply, his commanding tone leaving no room for argument.
“See you later, Sakura-chan!” Naruto called over his shoulder, waving enthusiastically as Sasuke practically dragged him out of the room.
The class sat in stunned silence for a moment before the questions began pouring out.
“Who were those guys?” Uraraka finally asked, echoing the thoughts of everyone present.
Sakura only shrugged, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Just some old friends.”
The class wasn’t convinced, but Sakura’s calm demeanor made it clear she wouldn’t be offering any further explanations.
When UA implemented its new dorm system, Aizawa Shota had braced himself for unusual circumstances. He’d dealt with students from all walks of life and homes that ranged from supportive to outright problematic. But nothing could have prepared him for Sakura Haruno’s situation.
Sakura didn’t live with her parents; instead, she had a legal guardian. That wasn’t strange in itself, but what caught Aizawa off guard was the house: a large, well-maintained property in a good part of town. It seemed too... perfect.
The man who greeted him at the door immediately raised red flags. He was tall, with unruly silver hair, a mask covering the lower half of his face, and a casual demeanor that bordered on irreverent. His visible eye crinkled in what seemed to be a smile, but Aizawa didn’t feel reassured.
“Ah, you must be Aizawa-san,” the man said, stepping aside to let him in. His voice was calm, almost lazy.
The interior was just as neat as the exterior, but Aizawa barely had time to take it in before he spotted a familiar face sitting on the couch.
“Ectoplasm, why are you here?” he blinked in surprise.
The 3-A homeroom teacher looked up from his seat, nodding in acknowledgment. “Aizawa. Kakashi-san here is the legal guardian of two of my students, so I was here to discuss the dorm arrangements.”
“Two of your students?” Aizawa repeated, glancing at the man, Kakashi, who was lounging in a chair with an air of nonchalance.
Kakashi nodded, the corners of his eye crinkling again. “And now, it seems I’m also responsible for one of yours.”
Before Aizawa could process that, a thud drew his attention to the stairs. A mass of pink hair appeared at the top of the staircase, and Sakura descended with an air of curiosity. She paused when she saw Aizawa, tilting her head.
“Why are you here?” she asked bluntly, her green eyes sharp but not unkind.
Aizawa opened his mouth to respond, but a sudden shout interrupted him.
“Move, Sakura-chan!”
The next thing Aizawa knew, a blond-haired teenager tumbled down the stairs, landing with a loud thud directly on his back.
“Oi, Naruto!” Sakura sighed, stepping aside as if this were a daily occurrence.
Aizawa crouched slightly, instinctively moving to check if the blond was alright. “Are you-?”
“He's fine,” came the curt reply, not from the blond, but from a black-haired teen who descended the stairs with far more grace. He wore a piercing glare, and his sharp features were accented by a piercing in his ear. Rather than step around the fallen boy, the dark-haired teen stepped on him with no hesitation.
Naruto hissed in pain, sitting up with a wince. “You could’ve helped me up, Sasuke!”
“Not my problem,” Sasuke replied coldly, walking past him toward the living room.
Sakura, meanwhile, made her way to the open kitchen, sparing a glance at Aizawa. “So, why are you here?”
Aizawa sighed, deciding to ignore the chaos for now. “I’m here to discuss the new dorm system at UA.”
That caught their attention. The blond, Naruto, perked up immediately, his expression lighting up with excitement. “Dorms? Like, we’d live at school? That sounds awesome!”
Sakura tilted her head, intrigued. “Dorms? Sounds... convenient.”
Sasuke scoffed, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Sounds like a hassle.”
Before Aizawa could respond, Sasuke casually picked up a nearby object, something big, and tossed it at Kakashi. It hit the man square in the chest.
“You forgot to buy tomatoes again,” Sasuke said flatly, glaring at Kakashi like it was a mortal offense.
Kakashi didn’t even flinch. “I’ll pick some up later,” he said lazily, clearly unbothered.
Sakura burst into laughter, and Naruto immediately joined in, though his shout of, “Forget tomatoes, what about ramen?!” drowned her out.
Aizawa sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. He’d seen enough. Pulling out the necessary paperwork, he handed it to Kakashi. “These are the forms you need to sign. The dorms are mandatory for all students, so make sure they’re packed by the end of the week.”
Kakashi took the papers with a nod, looking far too relaxed for Aizawa’s liking.
“Let’s go,” Aizawa muttered to Ectoplasm, who was already making his way to the door.
As they stepped outside, Ectoplasm gave Aizawa a knowing look.
“They’re... lively,” Aizawa said dryly.
Ectoplasm chuckled. “Good luck with that one.”
Aizawa could only sigh again, already bracing himself for the chaos these three would bring to UA’s dorms.
Class 1-A had finally settled into their new dorms, and the common room on the first floor was lively with chatter as the students enjoyed their downtime. Laughter and light banter filled the air until the door burst open, silencing everyone.
Two unfamiliar boys strolled in as if they owned the place, drawing immediate attention.
The blond one stood out first. He wore a mesh top with black sleeves that exposed far too much skin for comfort and black pants with a bold orange stripe running down the sides. He had a mischievous grin and a carefree swagger that made the room tense up immediately.
The other boy, with sleek black hair, exuded an entirely different aura. His clothes were sharp and stylish, a crisp white shirt under a tailored grey coat that matched his slim-fitting pants. His gaze was cold, disinterested, and it made him seem untouchable.
The boys of Class 1-A immediately bristled. Bakugo, who had been sitting near the edge of the room, looked seconds away from an explosion. “Who the hell are you?” he barked, his voice loud and confrontational.
The black-haired boy scoffed, barely sparing Bakugo a glance. “Tch. Like we need to answer you.”
“Why are you even here? This is our dorm!” Kaminari added, his voice a mix of confusion and frustration.
The blond smirked, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Our dorm? Didn’t know you owned it. Don’t worry, we won’t mess up your cute little clubhouse,” he teased, his tone dripping with mockery.
The tension thickened as Bakugo took a step forward, his hands already sparking. “You got five seconds to-”
“Relax, Bakugo,” a familiar voice interrupted.
Everyone turned to see Sakura descending the stairs. She wore red shorts and a cropped black top with a cropped white bomber jacket thrown casually over her shoulders. She didn’t even glance at the rest of her classmates as she greeted the two newcomers with a small smile.
“Finally, you’re here. Took you long enough.”
“Sakura-chan~!” the blond practically sang, throwing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into a half-hug. His grin widened as he gestured toward the black-haired boy. “Guess what? We’re off to Sasuke’s first photo session!”
Sakura raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Really? They finally managed to convince him, huh?”
“It wasn’t convincing. It was bribery,” Sasuke muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. His annoyance was clear, but he didn’t pull away when the blond nudged him playfully.
Sakura chuckled softly before glancing back at the rest of Class 1-A, who were still staring in stunned silence. “Oh, right. I forgot to introduce them.”
She gestured lazily to the blond. “This is Naruto Uzumaki.” Then to the dark-haired boy. “And this is Sasuke Uchiha. They’re my friends.”
“Friends?" the entire room echoed in unison.
Sakura just smiled and the three were gone.
Class 1A was still buzzing with curiosity about Sakura’s relationship with the two enigmatic boys, Naruto and Sasuke. Despite their bold entrances and odd behavior, no one really knew what the deal was between the trio. Determined to find out, the class conspired to use a casual game night as an opportunity to dig deeper.
It was Mina who proposed the plan. One afternoon, she casually approached Sakura in the common room, leaning against the couch with a sly grin. “Hey, Sakura, we’re planning a game night this Saturday. You should invite your handsome friends to join us.”
Sakura blinked, her brows furrowing for a moment. “Huh? You mean Naruto and Sasuke?”
“Obviously!” Mina said, feigning innocence. “You guys seem so close, and they’re super interesting.”
After a moment of thought, Sakura shrugged. “Sure, I’ll ask them.”
By Saturday night, everyone had gathered in the common room. Team 7 sat on the floor, looking comfortable and at ease. Naruto lounged with his back against a chair, wearing an orange hoodie, while Sasuke sat cross-legged, his ever-present air of aloofness highlighted by his sharp black shirt and matching pants. Sakura, in casual sweats, looked the most relaxed of all.
The rest of Class 1A scattered around the room, some on the couches, others on the floor, eagerly waiting for the fun to start. Mina clapped her hands together and grinned. “Okay, guys, I got Mr. Aizawa to let us stay up until midnight!”
“Yeah, but what about them?” Kirishima asked, pointing toward Naruto and Sasuke.
Naruto grinned, waving off the concern. “Seinsei already knows. We’re crashing in Sakura’s room after this, so it’s all good.”
The room fell silent.
All eyes turned to Team 7 as jaws dropped. A brown-haired girl stuttered, “W-Wait... you can’t stay in her room! She’s a girl!”
Naruto frowned, tilting his head in confusion. “And? What’s the problem?”
Sakura burst out laughing at the awkwardness, while Sasuke huffed, clearly amused by Naruto’s obliviousness.
Jiro frowned, crossing her arms as her suspicion deepened. “So... are you guys in some kind of poly relationship?”
Sakura paused mid-laugh, blinking in surprise. “What?”
Naruto looked even more confused, but Sasuke, without missing a beat, deadpanned, “They think the three of us are screwing each other.”
Naruto spluttered indignantly. “WHAT?! No! Ew! What the hell, guys?!”
Sakura, meanwhile, was laughing so hard she doubled over.
Naruto turned to Sasuke, glaring. “Why’d you even say that?! What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Sasuke’s lips twitched into the faintest smirk. “I’m just stating facts. Clearly, that’s what they think.”
Naruto, still flustered, shot back, “Like I’d ever do anything with you! Standards, man!”
Sakura abruptly stopped laughing, her eyes narrowing as she punched Naruto’s shoulder. “Excuse me?! Standards?! What’s that supposed to mean?!”
“I wasn’t talking about you!” Naruto yelped, clutching his arm. “I meant Sasuke!”
The room erupted into chaos until Mina, seeing her plan spiraling out of control, clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, enough! Let’s start the games!”
The suggestion of Spin the Bottle was met with mixed reactions.
“No,” Sasuke said immediately, crossing his arms.
“Oh, come on, teme,” Naruto teased, smirking. “What’s the matter? Afraid of a little fun?”
Sasuke glared at him, but after much pestering, he begrudgingly agreed.
The game began, and tension filled the air with every spin. When Sasuke’s turn came, the bottle pointed directly back at him.
The room burst into laughter, with everyone shouting variations of, “Of course it landed on him! That’s so typical!”
Sasuke shrugged, clearly unbothered. “I’m done.”
The game moved on, and when Sakura spun the bottle, it landed on Naruto. Without hesitation, the two shared a short, casual kiss before resuming the game like it was nothing, leaving the rest of the class staring in shock.
Naruto’s turn brought more excitement. When the bottle stopped on Mina, the pink-haired girl turned an even darker shade of red.
Naruto got up, walked over to her, and leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her lips. The room filled with gasps and exclamations as Mina froze, her face alight with giddy disbelief.
“You okay there, Mina?” Kaminari teased, waving a hand in front of her face.
“Shut up,” she mumbled, still blushing furiously.
Then came Sasuke’s second turn. As luck would have it, the bottle landed on Bakugo.
“What the hell?!” Bakugo exploded, standing up so fast his chair toppled over. “There’s no way I’m kissing that stuck-up pretty boy!”
Sasuke stood, his expression unreadable. Before Bakugo could back away, Sasuke was suddenly in his space, his dark eyes locking with Bakugo’s fiery ones. The proximity froze Bakugo in place, his breath catching.
Sasuke leaned in and gave him a quick, almost dismissive kiss. Then, without a word, he returned to his spot, looking as stoic as ever.
The room went silent, all eyes on Bakugo, who stood frozen, his face turning an uncharacteristic shade of red.
Instead of exploding, he turned his head scoffing. The class erupted in gasps and whispers.
Naruto, of course, couldn’t resist. He burst out laughing, slapping his knee. “See? No one escapes the Uchiha rizz!”
Sasuke rolled his eyes, but the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at his lips.