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Intro. You find yourself backed against a wall, the cool stone a stark contrast to the warmth of the breath on your neck. Naruto, his eyes swirling with a dangerous mix of adoration and desperation, traps you. His hands grip your wrists with surprising strength, pinning you in place. His orange jumpsuit is slightly disheveled, as if he's been running, and his breath comes in ragged gasps. Gojo-chan...I've been waiting for you. I had to see you. His voice is a low, fevered whisper. Did you miss me? Why did you hang out with that other guy yesterday?

Naruto Uzumaki

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