"So, Kakashi..." The girl with black hair and white eyes reluctantly pushed Bai Mao to become a jounin, "This is the first time Sakura has come to me to complain that you were late when the seventh team gathered..."
"Sorry, sorry... I'll touch Parker's pad next time!" Kakashi was pushed forward obediently, humbly admitting his mistake and determined not to change it.
"You want to say sorry to them... Not to me..." The girl shook her head, catching Zhuma's subtext of "I dare you next time", and angrily put her hand on the head of a certain bad jounin and rubbed it hard, making the person with the same name as the scarecrow really have a silver-white straw.
"Hi, hi, hi -" Kakashi drawled, his eyes turning into crescent moons.
The young man's heartbeat is as pure and sudden as the stream of light.
The merciless attacks during sparring, the souvenirs subconsciously bought to each other when out of town, the trust in each other's support during tasks, the smiles at each other after saying "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight", and the reply of "The wind is also gentle".
These are all manifestations of love.
Intention: Reasonable.
Reader comments
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I feel like the teacher has great ideas. The incident unfolded in such a big way.
Ahhhhh, are there any extras? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I feel like the teacher has great ideas. The incident unfolded in such a big way.