Written for the mood theme at the LJ community: 100moods. This is the first mood out of 100, sooo... 1 down, 99 more to go. xD
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Mood: Enamored
Disclaimer: Naruto doesn't belong to me. oh woe.
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Uzumaki Naruto was nineteen years old, a Jounin, and a very happy and content young shinboi living in the Hidden Leave Village known as Konoha.
He was a fairly simple person, who understood fairly simple things, and as such, was a person fairly easy to understand and comprehend. There was no underlying mystery behind his smiles; no secrets locked beneath stormy blues. He wore his heart on his sleeve, and as such, the looks and smiles and grins were taken as they were: honest, genuine, true.
Naruto was the most expressive person anyone in Konoha knew, and he didn't care, and no one mind because they preferred him that way: always happy, always beaming, always boisterous and always, always true.
When he was sad, everyone noticed; everyone knew.
When he was happy, others shared his happiness.
When he was mad or furious, his aura would make anyone shiver.
And when he was in love…
He was oblivious.
Perhaps it had to do with the fact that he grew up an orphan, with the only affection offered to him coming from one teacher by the name of Umino Iruka, but if he realized how obvious it was that he was in love, he wouldn't be so open about it. But as it was, he wasn't aware, and when he thought no one was looking when he looked at her with such loving and longing eyes…
Everyone noticed.
Everyone except for said person that Uzumaki Naruto's heart belongs to.
Being the brightest kunoichi in her generation, the Godaime's apprentice, and as such, one of the most powerful medic-nins Fire Country has come to know, one would think Haruno Sakura would notice Naruto's more than expressive endearment to her.
But we can't be smart at everything, now can we?
It was almost frustrating how blind Sakura was, how obvious Naruto was, and how ridiculously enamored they both were towards each other, but were always dancing circles around the other.
Naruto always had eyes for Sakura; ever since their Academy days. He just never noticed when his childhood crush had turned into something more.
No one ever notices.
But the fleeting of hearts, the fluttering butterflies, the flushed cheeks, the silly little smiles, the sudden nerves and downward spirals… it's all there; it's all real and Naruto's confused and Sakura's in denial. Naruto wondered if he may be sick.
Sakura wondered when Naruto became so handsome; when his smiles and sweet murmurs made her melt on the spot.
Everyone noticed that the two young adults were very much in love.
It was times like then and there, where Naruto and Sakura were strolling side by side, Sakura holding two medical books in her arms, Naruto with his hands behind his head, and the secret smiles they shared together, that it was more than obvious.
And observers couldn't help but smile when Naruto paused to pluck a dandelion from the ground and offer it to Sakura, red dusting his cheeks.
Her own blush was scarcely there, but she took the flower all the same and the two continued their walk, the pink-haired medic twirling the flower absentmindedly between her fingers.
They wore their hearts stitched on their sleeves, subconsciously handing it over without the other noticing.
It was only a matter of them finally opening their eyes.