Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aburame Shino/Inuzuka Kiba, Aburame Shino & Hyuuga Hinata & Inuzuka Kiba, Aburame Shino & Inuzuka Kiba, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Hyuuga Hinata & Inuzuka Kiba, Aburame Shino & Hyuuga Hinata, Inuzuka Kiba & Kankurou, Hyuuga Hinata & Uzumaki Naruto, Akamaru & Inuzuka Kiba Characters: Inuzuka Kiba, Aburame Shino, Hyuuga Hinata, Aburame Shibi, Kankurou (Naruto), Uzumaki Naruto, Akamaru (Naruto) Additional Tags: Eventual Aburame Shino/Inuzuka Kiba - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - 2000s, Alternate Universe - Middle School, Slow Burn, Friendship, Light Angst, Middle School, Insecurity, Developing Relationship, Banter, Autistic Aburame Shino, Autistic Hinata Hyuuga, Fluff, Misunderstandings, Minor cameos by other characters, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Sleepovers, Alternate Universe, Self-Esteem Issues, Anxiety, Depression, Kiba-centric, Puberty, Crushes, Internalized Homophobia, Self-Discovery, Sexuality Crisis, Bisexual Inuzuka Kiba, Skating, Minor Hyuuga Hinata/Uzumaki Naruto Series: Part 1 of Konoha Jr. High Summary:
“Come on, Shino, are you really mad at me?” He pouted slightly.
“No. I’m thinking about how your feet are stinking up this entire room.”
Kiba blinked before letting out a laugh, glad Shino wasn’t so mad at him that he couldn’t crack a joke. He reached out and jabbed his finger into his best friend’s side, digging it in a bit. “Ha! Very funny. These are clean socks, ‘cause I knew I’d have my feet out today.” He stuck his tongue out at him.
Shino leaned away slightly, wincing a bit at his jabbing. “The fact you wouldn’t be wearing clean socks otherwise says a lot about you, Kiba.”
He waved his hand dismissively, already over it. “Anyway, it’s time to teach you to skate. First, though, you gotta lace this shit properly or you’re gonna fall and crack your skull open. Trust me, I’ve seen it.” He got down on his knees on the floor, tightening Shino’s shoe laces. He grabbed a hold of his ankle when he was done, testing the tightness of the laces and also the wheels of the skate, pretending to know what he was talking about when he really only vaguely did. When he glanced up he didn’t miss the redness at the tips of Shino’s ears or dusting his cheeks, mostly obscured by his glasses.
