hey :D would u be able to write post 700 sasunaru? thank you
Hey sure! I haven’t watched/read anything past 700, but I’ll defs try :-)
He has meetings and calls, and the Kages have already scheduled their annual summit in Konoha–and he’s just so busy.
He never realised just how much work went into being a Hokage until the hat was finally placed on his head.
Konohamaru’s in his office now. He’s speaking, or complaining more like it. Boruto. That’s what Naruto understands. Konohamaru’s complaining about Boruto.
“He’s just—I don’t know what to do, Hokage-sama.”
“Just Naruto,” he corrects for the nth time, but knows it’s pointless. Konohamaru is a stickler for all things respect and custom. Finally, he looks up, noticing the exasperated expression on Konohamaru’s face. “Have you tried scolding him?”
“Scolding him? Hokage-sama, I do not have the authority to scold him. Besides, it’s obvious what he wants.”
The door opens then, only by a few inches, but Naruto’s senses automatically detect the change in presence. He sits up then, straight and still. It only takes a few seconds before Sasuke steps into the room, dark cloak billowing behind him.
With his eyes locked on his best friend, Naruto speaks. “Konohamaru, we’ll chat another time. On your way out, tell Shizune to cancel my appointments for the rest of the day.”
“But boss–” Konohamaru moves to interrupt. It’s then that he senses the strange change in the air. When he turns to face Sasuke, Naruto can see the fight leaving him. “Okay.”
Once Konohamaru leaves, Sasuke slinks forward and sits in the previously occupied chair. His hair is long, dark as always; inky, like the shadows of the night. It’s smoother, less erratic, especially compared to the style Sasuke used to sport in the past. Naruto quite likes it. He wonders if it’s soft to touch.
The blonde’s attention is completely stolen by Sasuke. Naruto can’t help the grin that spreads across his lips.
“You’ve been in here a lot,” Sasuke notes, staring at the endless amount of documents on the table. “No time to leave?”
“Been keeping track of me, huh?” Naruto says with a wide smile. The idea of Sasuke noticing his absence makes him feel bubbly inside.
“Hn,” the man grunts. “I saw Boruto acting up in the streets. You should take better care of him.”
Frowning, Naruto nods thoroughly. Serious. “I’ll speak with him today. Thank you for letting me know.”
Sasuke flicks through one of the documents. What Naruto should be doing is grabbing the sheet of paper out of the man’s hand. This room is filled with confidential material. But, he doesn’t. The only person Naruto thinks he trusts more than Sasuke is his own mother.
“I’ll be leaving today. For a few months.”
“Oh,” Naruto’s voice plummets, but he shakes his head and forces himself to perk up. He forgot he assigned that mission to Sasuke. “Send me frequent updates.”
In his moodiness, Naruto only vaguely notes the slight upturn of Sasuke’s lips. Something small. Something fond.
“I will.” Sasuke stands up then, wrapping the coat further around his body. He nods his head once, a short but sharp little thing. “I wanted to say goodbye before I left. Take care, Naruto. I’ll be back soon.”
And if Naruto feels a rush of butterflies in his stomach, a strange airiness to his fingers, he ignores it. He ignores the sensations running through him. The warmth, the happiness, the… affection that blooms because of Sasuke’s promise.
Instead, he leaves Sasuke with a fond smile–short, sweet and nothing more than friendly–and forcibly ignores the feelings running through him. Just like he’s done for the past 15 years.
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