Chapter Text
~Chapter 9~
-Shikamaru POV-
"Um, what the fuck?" Shikamaru asked, confused and mostly embarrassed as pushed his sunglasses from falling off of his nose. Sasuke seemed convinced that Naruto was hiding something from them and they simply had to find out what. That's how he ended up sitting with sunglasses on a table where Naruto could clearly see them. The most embarrassing part was Sasuke.
He was dressed in black (as usual). From his top to his shoes. Heck, the only thing remaining was his nails. If he had painted them black, along with some smokey eyeshadow, he'd look like the real deal. He made two small holes in a newspaper and pretended to read, while he was actually spying on Naruto. But like, who the fuck uses a newspaper at this day and age?
The more Shikamaru looked at Sasuke, the more he felt embarrased. It was so obvious that he was spying on someone. Everyone gave them weird looks. Their faces screamed 'Who uses a newspaper in this day and age?'
Kiba on the other hand, was actually dressed to fit in perfectly. He removed his red face paint, which was a symbol of his clan, made him look a bit different. He wore a white tank top and navy blue knee-length shorts along with a black cap that he kept pulling to cover his face because of the embarrasment (Sasuke). His strawberry boba tea was left untouched on the table. He wouuld occasionally steal glances at Shikamaru and try his best to convay his regret to him.
Shikamaru wished that he bought a cap, but tying his hair again was such a drag. He decided to do the work he came here to do. He sneaked glances at Naruto. There was nothing out of the ordinary. He was working hard in the hot sun, sweat dripping from his chin and biceps. Shikamaru never really noticed them at school due to the uniform, but it was pretty obvious as Naruto had rolled up his sleeves which intentionally or unintentionally exposed his toned biceps. His tan skin made them look even sexier. Many girls were coming to this place just to look at him. Shikamaru didn't know if he should be proud of his friend or jealous of him.
Unfortunatrly, Naruto had spotted them from the crown. Golly gee, what gave it away? He shot Shikamaru and confused look and then continued to work.
"Good, I think he didn't notice us" Sasuke said.
'What the in the fuck?' Shikamaru thought. He turned to Kiba's direction and saw Kiba looking at him. Based on his expression, Shikamaru could make out that he had the same thoughts as him. But what made Shikamaru curious was Kiba's behaviour. If it was the Kiba he knew, he would have gotten up immedietly, declared that this was useless and would have left. Insted his demure changed. His usually confident posture was slunked aback, as if he was trying to go inside the chair, like he wanted to go unnoticed by everyone. He was pulling his cap forward, in an attempt to hide his face, which was so red that it looked like he never removed his face paint. He kept stealing glances at a certain direction. Shikamaru trying to follow Kiba's gaze and smirked evily when he realized what Kiba was trying so hard to hide.
-Kiba's POV-
Kiba's mother loved to compare him with his peers. His mother would always talk about 'The Prodogy Brothers of the Uchiha', AKA Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke. He somewhat grew along side Sasuke and was constantly compared to him, so he lowkey didn't like the guy. He always thought Sasuke was some kind of braniac (not better than Shikamaru though), but today, Sasuke's so-called perfect facade was broked into pieces. Kiba couldn't believe that he compared himself with a fucking idiot like him. He was so depressed sometimes, but now, Kiba didn't think he could compare himself with Sasuke ever again. He guessed that only Itachi got all the gifts.
(A/N: no sasuke hate lmao)
It was so fucking obvioud that Naruto had spotted him. Whatever the hell was he gonna tell Naruto? Kiba looked towards his right and stared in horror when he realized who was there.
'Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck' Kiba thought. He simply cannot be seen by him. He kept pulling his cap downwards and sunk into his chair, hoping that he would disappear into it. Unfortunately, he didn't. He kept glancing at that direction, hoping that person didn't spot him. He felt his cheeks flush out of embarrasment.
Kiba sighed. If he wasn't going to disappear into his chair, then he would just have to find some other way to disappear. Kiba slowly got out of his chair and ran.
-Sasuke's POV-
Sasuke sighed in relief. He thought he was unnoticed by Naruto. From what Sasuke saw, Naruto was working with three other part-timers. He recognized the girl, was her name nine-nine? He never saw the other two before so they probably worked at different shifts. Another thing that Sasuke noticed was that Naruto was getting hit on by a lot of people, girls and boys alike. And Sasuke did not like that. Not one bit. There was this pit formed in his stomuch, filled with a swirling emotion that he couldn't decipher. He clenched his jaw.
Sasuke had seen enough. He didn't know why, but he couldn't stand anyone hitting on Naruto. Just when he was about to leave, he saw a red-haired man tapping Naruto's back. When Naruto turned to look at the person who tapped his back, he broke into a smile. Sasuke narrowed his eyes at the newcomer and then realized who he was, Gaara.
Sasuke felt a bad taste lingeing in his mouth. He never liked Gaara, from the day he met him till today, and he might not like him in the future either. But what creeped him out the most was the fact that Gaara was smilling. That little gesture from Gaara was enough to send chill sdown Sasuke's spine. What ever the hell happened to Gaara when Sasuke was gone?
Deep down inside Sasuke always felt left out by his friends. That was probably because he left the village for three years and moved to Tokyo. He spent the last two years of middle school and his first year of highschool over there, so he was bound to miss things, and Gaara smilling was certainly one of them.
From what Sasuke remembered, Gaara was the most emo kid he had ever seen (apart from him ofcourse). He wore black eyeliner which brought out his pale yet pastel blue eyes, his hair was bright red and his face was permanently plastered with a scowl. They also had a show-off with each other and Sasuke was ashamed to admit that he lost to Gaara. That was the last year he spent before moving to Tokyo. Another thing that Sasuke was pretty sure about was that Gaara didn't live in Konoha but lived in Sunagakure or the sand village or whatever.
'But why did he come so far?' Sasuke thought.
Sasuke continued to spy on the two and he saw Gaara slightly blush. Sasuke raised a brow. Then his eyes widened when Gaara cupped/held Naruto's hand with his. Sasuke cleched his jaw, his nerve popping out. He didn't know why it angered him so much or why he wanted to punch Gaara in the face. He tured around to see if his friends were watching this too, but he didn't find anyone.
'Good,' Sasuke thought 'now nobody can stop me'. He walked towards the two.