The girl on ice

“Sakura-chan?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re in love with him.”

“Itachi? No.”

“I’m talking about the other Uchiha.”

Perhaps it should not have been surprising, but she was surprised all the same as she stared at Naruto’s deep blue eyes looking at her with such quiet maturity (when did he grow up so much?) – and hints of mischief, of course.

“Am I that obvious?”

“Nah. I just know you that well. You were my first love, after all.”

She blushed, then absorbed his words.

“What? But he knows me even more. If you can tell…”

“Oh, you know that socially-constipated bastard. He can be pretty stupid.”

She smiled.

“So when are you gonna tell him?”

“I’m not. Unrequited love is unrequited.”

Silence.

“Sakura-chan?”

“Hmm?”

“I hate to say this, but you’re pretty stupid, too.”