ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ
ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɪɴꜰʟᴜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ
ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ
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"Have some fun and loosen up, Uzumaki! What fun is it to live if all you live in is fear?"
Y/n Hakura...
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YOU'D JUST returned home from an uplifting day out with Naruto around the Leaf village doing the norm. His cheeky grin and clueless sentiments still lingered as vibrant marbles in your memory, giving rise to giggles. Your boyfriend was one of many tones, all of which never failed to spread tingles about your belly, erasing a once stubborn sourness into a never-before-seen shade of happy. His smile. His presence. His positivity. Naruto – the right amount of cute being a bundle of sunny joy with sprinkles of oblivion here and there to charm you. Handsome, honest, and funny. Just your type.
"Hehe! He's such a little stud~," you cooed in adoration.
Turning into your pigsty of a bedroom, you plummeted atop cozy bedsheets and fiddled with a ninja kunai toy you'd received when younger. Thinking pupils inspected the unblemished ceiling above as more five words slipped past fresh lips.
"Mm. He's my little stud now."
Brinng!
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"Huh?" Reaching for the phone by your hip vibrating in the sheets, you lifted it and peeked at the caller. "N-Naruto? He's already calling me? Did I forget something?" Shrugging, a thumb pressed answer. "Hello?"
