[The thing is- Naruto has only ever really chased after one girl. He'd had a crush on Sakura-chan since before he could remember and as a kid had chased her in the hope she would agree to go on a date, or to make himself better looking than Sasuke in her eyes. And then their team had splintered apart and he'd watched her, standing at that gate, as tears streamed down her face. The tremor of her voice- please bring Sasuke back.
And then there just hadn't been time for ideas like that. Or maybe it was that there had been too much truth in that moment- when Naruto realized that there would only ever be Sasuke in her heart.
There was too much to do. Trying to track down Orochimaru and find Sasuke. Almost losing Gaara. Fighting Akatsuki. Becoming a sage. Jiraiya's death. Pein's attack on Konoha. The war.
He hadn't thought about something as simple as a crush in years. There was no way to know how anything would end- the war, or his fight with Sasuke. How could he get sidetracked with stakes that high all around him? How could he hold a girl's hand and take her on a date knowing that he might die before it was all over?
He likes Hime-chan, but they're still very new to one another. Naruto doesn't know her as a person, he just likes being around her. She's sweet, if a little shy, and that quality has never really bothered him. Bolin's suggestion- that her happiness with him here is a motive, just goes over his head. He honestly just wants to help remind her that there are good things in the world too, and reuniting with old friends has always helped him. It wasn't until they'd been face to face with one another and he'd been confronted by just how pretty she was that he felt out of his depth. She's a real princess. She's timid, but the way she interacts with other people and the things she says and does make him think of a character in a story. Naruto, by comparison, is a bull in a china shop. He's completely outclassed.
Bolin squeezes his hand and they begin moving again. Naruto is momentarily distracted by how close they come to another dancing couple. And then a lightbulb moment. His hand splays over Bolin's shoulder, stabilizing himself as they go.]
Ah ha! I should have known you've gone to stuff like this back home. You didn't look weird at all standing over there.
Ano- well, you did look a little sad. But not like you didn't know what to do. Like why are there so many forks? Why are some of them so small?
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And then there just hadn't been time for ideas like that. Or maybe it was that there had been too much truth in that moment- when Naruto realized that there would only ever be Sasuke in her heart.
There was too much to do. Trying to track down Orochimaru and find Sasuke. Almost losing Gaara. Fighting Akatsuki. Becoming a sage. Jiraiya's death. Pein's attack on Konoha. The war.
He hadn't thought about something as simple as a crush in years. There was no way to know how anything would end- the war, or his fight with Sasuke. How could he get sidetracked with stakes that high all around him? How could he hold a girl's hand and take her on a date knowing that he might die before it was all over?
He likes Hime-chan, but they're still very new to one another. Naruto doesn't know her as a person, he just likes being around her. She's sweet, if a little shy, and that quality has never really bothered him. Bolin's suggestion- that her happiness with him here is a motive, just goes over his head. He honestly just wants to help remind her that there are good things in the world too, and reuniting with old friends has always helped him. It wasn't until they'd been face to face with one another and he'd been confronted by just how pretty she was that he felt out of his depth. She's a real princess. She's timid, but the way she interacts with other people and the things she says and does make him think of a character in a story. Naruto, by comparison, is a bull in a china shop. He's completely outclassed.
Bolin squeezes his hand and they begin moving again. Naruto is momentarily distracted by how close they come to another dancing couple. And then a lightbulb moment. His hand splays over Bolin's shoulder, stabilizing himself as they go.]
Ah ha! I should have known you've gone to stuff like this back home. You didn't look weird at all standing over there.
Ano- well, you did look a little sad. But not like you didn't know what to do. Like why are there so many forks? Why are some of them so small?