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An indie portrayal of
——KONOHAMARU SARUTOBI
#BORUTORP#NARUTORP#BNNGRP#MVRP#NRP
+21mun, (N)SFW, OC/MV friendly
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Those words were like music to his ears, even if they caught him by surprise. Konohamaru felt the same.
❝I've been thinking the same thing.❞ ⠀The jonin couldn't fend off the smile that washed 'pon his face.
❝We can go out more! There's a lot of things i want—
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⠀⠀His mind raced at the mention of a date. Heart fuzzy, the jonin wondered if his affections were that obvious.
⠀❝ Date sounds good! I m-mean, dinner! Yes dinner! ❞
He wonders where he should take her. Soul something homemade be best or a fancy restaurant?
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He nodded, flashing a smile.
❛‘Yes. And faster than usual, i got free time before my next mission now.’❜ ⠀Nudging her with his elbow, Konohamaru goes on.
❛‘Wanna hang out for a bit?’❜
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Oh...
OH NO.
This is so embarassing.
"Ah— hah....Konohamaru! Hey...You've returned from your mission, hmm?"
She's dropping her behavior to something more casual now.
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⠀⠀𝕳e frowns while looking at her, not spotting anything unusual. What was she on about? Sounds like people were pulling her leg.
❛‘Are they blind? There's nothing wrong with you, Hanabi-san.’❜
In fact, he'd dare say she's 𝖋ine.
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Gaze lowers to the homme's hand,
watching his movements carefully.
Konohamaru reacted instinctively,
with a hand twitching as he fights
the urge to grab a kunai.
❝ Dead? How can that be? You
look alive and well to me. What
do you remember? ❞
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The Ghosts gaze never left the males, his hair blowing along with the current of the wind. Before opening his lips to speak, he held his weapon in his hand leaning on it.
“Hmm. I’m not sure. I was dead but appears I am back alive for a reason I was hoping you would tell me.”
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The sensei could feel the shift
in the air. The pressure was
strong enough to make him
uneasy, he fought to not over-
load his senses.
❝ Don't avoid my question. ❞
Konohamaru stated, getting
the impression the Uchiha's
presence had ulterior motives.
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He was calm on the surface, catastrophic underneath. His presence alone bends a room’s atmosphere, a quiet pressure that makes lesser warriors straighten their spines. Long dark hair frames a face carved by conviction, and his eyes — the Sharingan, cold and ancient.
“Indeed.”
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❝ I keep a few safehouses
across the village, but there's
one in a remote location that's
away from it and is just
perfect! ❞
Truth be told, Konohamaru
wanted to bring the other closer
into his embrace and reassure
he wasn't alone.
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Konohamaru fell silent for
the span of brief seconds,
surprise silencing him.
❝ I know just the place
where to bring you. ❞ He
chirped, with blue eyes
shining with an excited
glint.
c.
“No, I don’t want you to have to fight that geezer again. If it is linked to me, my death will be guaranteed. Not because they want him around, but because I did something severely unpermitted.”
He explains first, then hearing the second possibility.
“The items—
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His hands reached forward
for Deepa's, claiming them
into his own. It was a fast
action and Konohamaru just
couldn't control it.
The leaf jonin had a lot of
places he longed to show
Deepa, and that just might
be his chance!
c.