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NIRVANA: CHAPTER 11 OUT NOW

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Nirvana: A Rock Lee Tale (Chapter 11)

Summary: After that legacy-defining battle, you decide to pour back into your health and well-being. Lee grapples with his victory without you, even if it’s temporary. Shika offers you a ride to visit Lee once he’s woken up. What will unfold at your ultimate reunion?

Notes: slow burn fic, afab/fem/black chubby reader.

Warnings: 18+! Depictions of a seizure, mentions of infidelity and alcoholism, sexually charged content (no sex yet), cursing, angst, fluff.

Word count: 3.7k

Masterlist

Previous Chapter Final Chapter

You remember the first time you saved someone’s life.

You weren’t even nursing at the time. A typical break between college semesters. You were on one of your leisurely Sunday walks, and was heading home from your neighborhood corner store. After passing through an intersection, you noticed a little leg jerking uncontrollably on pavement down the block.

Instantly recognizing that erratic pattern of movement, you strained your muscles to sprint as fast as you could towards it. You stopped in your tracks at the sight of a child’s limp body lying on the sidewalk. She looked approximately in her tween ages. Your breath started to shallow when you noticed the blank, bug-eyed stare on her face.

She’s having a seizure.

You shake your head out of the panic and think fast, kneeling before the child to pull her mouth open and check if she’s swallowed her tongue. You turned her onto her side and searched her body for any form of identification.

She isn’t wearing any medical ID bracelets or necklaces.

I hope her parents live nearby.

You shimmied off your sweater and rolled it into a makeshift pillow before carefully placing it under her tiny head. You pulled your phone from your back pocket and timed the length, while gently holding her shoulder to keep her balanced. You sat still, allowing her spasming to unfold as it may rather than try and stop it. When the seizure lasted more than five minutes, you felt your palms start to perspire.

This focal seizure is too severe.

This baby needs professional help.

“Shit,” you hissed under your breath.

You called 911. After the medics took the girl in, you found out your immediate aid helped lesson the severity of her condition. So much in fact, that they eliminated the need to put her into a coma.

After that life-changing tsunami of pride and gratitude for your gift, never in a million years would you have considered quitting your dream job.

-

After undergoing a successful operation, Lee entered a deep sleep for about a week. Throughout that week you focused on yourself: you returned to napping for the first time in months, you reread your favorite books that caught dust on the shelves, you even took the time to tidy up and rearrange your spaces. By the time you finished, your rooms looked and smelled ready for the spring.

As soon as the word comes out that Lee’s woken up, his whole dojo family bombards him. He’s surrounded by vibrant bouquets and get-well-soon cards. Despite how mindful the children are of his recovery, they all can’t help but simultaneously tackle his lap. Lee’s chest bubbles up with laughter as they smother him with love.

“You were SO badass out there!” Amanda praises.

Lee grumbles under his breath at her potty mouth, but a smile creeps onto his lips regardless.

“Thank you, Amanda.” Lee sighs hopelessly as he pats the top of her head. “May this be the last time I hear you say that.”

The young student chuckles sheepishly with a nod.

“Yes, Sensei…”

It’s truly wonderful seeing his beloved community celebrate his victory and recovery, watching them reminisce on his final blow when they were at the cusp of imminent loss.

It unfolds a warmth in his chest, seeing content smiles on Orchid and Sasuke’s faces, hearing boisterous laughter echo across the room. And yet, as happy as he is for protecting his legacy with everyone, as thankful as he is for surviving that fight—

…You aren’t here.

Lee feels a hollowness take up space behind his mind at the realization.

Eventually, everyone wishes the master a swift recovery and goes on about their day. Except Guy, he stays behind. The echoing chatter from the small crowd outside fades into a heavy, albeit comforting silence between the men.

Guy rolls up closer towards Lee’s bed, taking in his protégé’s energy uninterrupted by social niceties.

“How are you feeling?” The elder prompts.

Lee takes a deep breath and glances down at the signatures decorating his cast.

“I don’t know,” he answers with a scoff. “Happy? Grateful? Bamboozled?”

Yearnful.

Guy chuckles at his honesty, “Kinda like how I felt when I first became master!”

Every generation has their own burdens to carry, their own sacrifices to make, their own legacies to embody. Sometimes Guy wonders if he’s properly fulfilled his role as Lee’s mentor. He wonders if he’s subconsciously held him back from his highest potential in any way. That is until he realizes what he just achieved a week ago.

The elder clears his throat.

“I know I say this a lot— and I mean it every time when I say it. But I’m proud of you, son.”

Lee gulps down the urge to tear up, but he’s not sure if he can hold it in for long.

“I know. Thank you, Sensei.”

Are you just as proud of me, flower?

-

After a hard day’s work of transforming your home, you lounge in your bubble bath, sighing in bliss as the heat cradles your body. You revel in the sacred silence, letting your breath center you as your thoughts begin to race.

How am I gonna pay rent now?

What’s the next job I’m gonna spend months applying for?

An exaggerated sigh escapes your lips, submerging your shoulders into the water. But before anxiety could drag you back into that familiar spiral, your ringtone goes off.

You check your phone’s screen: it’s Shikamaru.

You absentmindedly answer the phone, internally guessing what this hooligan could possibly want from you at this hour.

“Yo.”

“Lee’s awake.”

Your eyes widen in shock, feeling the adrenaline explode throughout your nerves.

I finally get to see my man!

“W—When?” You sputter.

“Just yesterday.” Shika tucks his phone between his ear and shoulder while watching his pregnant wife snore in his arms.

Your first instinct is to jump out of the tub and get dressed so you can meet him. But you stop yourself, re-internalizing the fact that you’re allowed to finish you-time. You’ll visit him when you’re ready.

You slouch back against the tub. “Alright, thanks for letting me know.”

“I can give you a ride to his hospital,” your friend offers.

A beat of silence passes as you consider his offer. You hum in deep thought.

He did say he owes me for being a douche…

“I’d appreciate that.”

“Yeah, of course. It’s the least I can do.” Shika rubs some stray hairs away from Temari’s face. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow?”

You shut your eyes with gratitude for his efforts. “See you tomorrow.”

-

It’s the following early afternoon when Shika arrives at your apartment. You greet him as you step in the car, choosing not to ignore the tension hiding in the quiet.

“Mari couldn’t make it?” You inquire.

Shika steers into the nearest lane. “She’s got morning sickness.”

You nod your head with a hum. “Is she keeping it? The baby?”

Your dark-haired friend sighs as he keeps his eyes on the road,

“We don’t know yet. She’s testing my capacity to take care of her and… be present while doing it.”

You find yourself grinning at his choice of wording.

Of course he ain’t off the hook yet.

Shika steals glances of you in his rear view mirror.

“I uhh… I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you last time you visited. I’ll watch what I say moving forward.”

“Is that so, Pinapple?” You tease with a smug grin, and he doesn’t mind it at all. His shoulders actually unwind when witnessing your relaxed demeanor.

“Apology accepted.”

“Thanks.”

You look down at your twiddling fingers, internally debating whether you should tell him what you’re about to share or not. You make the decision before changing your mind.

“I’m… I’m dating Lee.”

Shika’s eyes widen at your confession, not because of what you said, but because you were willing to tell him. The sound of tranquil acceptance lacing your cadence told him everything he needs to know.

“Not very surprising,” he jokes flatly. “But hey, as long as you’re happy then I’m happy.”

You turn your head to the man before you, recognizing him for the first time during the ride.

He’s growing.

Shika’s car pulls up at the hospital entrance, and you wish him a blessed day before shutting his door.

-

After checking in with the staff, you hurriedly make your way to the nearest elevator.

What am I gonna say to him?

How far is he into his recovery?

The click of your heels echo through the hallway as you approach his room door. You grab the handle as you take a deep breath, before pulling it open.

Not only is Lee there sitting on his bed, but he’s not alone.

There’s a woman around his age seated beside him: cinnamon brown hair tied up into two buns with curtain bangs framing her face; she’s clad in a crisp white button up and black pencil skirt, vibrant jewelry adorning her neck and wrists. To say the least, she’s pretty.

What the fuck?

Lee and the woman whip their heads in your direction and a long beat of silence rolls in. There’s a respectful distance between them, so some of the burning tension erodes from your chest.

As ecstatic as Lee is to be in your presence, he’s rendered speechless by the horrible timing.

The woman probes first, “Who are you?”

The accusatory tone in her cadence twitches your right eye in irritation. You walk into the room so she can see the defiant glimmer in your eyes.

“His girlfriend,” you answer, tightening the grip on your purse strap. “And who are you?”

Lee feels his face flush, redacting his breath at your effortless response.

She’s…

She’s not just saying that, is she?

The woman whips her head at Lee with an almost offended scowl.

“Is this true?” She demands.

The warrior’s quick to mirror her audacious gaze, “Why do you care?”

Don’t think me letting you visit means I’m letting you in.

The woman quietly scoffs at the coldness in his eyes, but isn’t surprised by it. Nor should she be upset. So she recalibrates herself.

“You’re right, I overstepped.” She surrenders. “I’ll give you two some privacy.”

You side-eye her as she walks past you. Right when the door shuts, Lee marvels at you in all your glory: your hair’s in shiny, fresh micro-twists, clad in a lavender sundress that hugs you in all the right places, and your brown skin gleams like gold under the sun rays.

You’re fucking glowing.

“You know how much I missed you?” Lee teases with a dopey grin.

You return the gesture with a chuckle to cope with the pure, unabashed reverence in his eyes.

“You know how much I missed you?” You retort.

You take the closest seat to him and place your purse on your lap. You take the time to absorb his form: the swelling on his face is gone, but there are still some visible bruises. His right arm’s encased in a snug cast. His neck bandaged from the strangling.

Still beautiful.

Still my handsome Lee.

“Did you mean it?”

The clarity of his voice snaps you out of your love-induced trance.

“Mean what?”

“You claiming to be my girlfriend.”

It’s always that fierce, unrelenting gaze he gives you when serious about something that emotionally brings you to your knees.

You straighten your posture. “Yes, Lee. I’d love to be your woman.”

Your man’s hand squeezes into a fist to cope with the uncontrollable flutter in his chest, and lets his growing smile speak for him.

“Who’s that lady who just left?” You query.

Lee takes a deep breath to brace himself. “Her name is Tenten. She’s my ex-fiancé.”

You’re not intimidated by this revelation, but the weight of it is still emotionally and historically heavy.

“Seven years ago, I came back home from my morning run. I went into our shared room and caught her cheating on me.”

The cautious yet firm tone in his voice mercilessly vacuums the air from your lungs. He pays close attention to your reactions, subtle and obvious, before continuing.

“I almost killed a man that day.” Lee forcibly regulates his breath.

“The breakup was so bad I became an alcoholic. I had reckless sex and fought in illegal underground battles. Guy Sensei had to suspend me from the dojo so I’d check into rehab.”

Your beloved’s gaze falls to his lap.

“Those were the most humbling years of my life.”

You reach to interlock your manicured fingers with his calloused ones. Lee gives them a gentle squeeze to thank you.

“I assure you that I’m okay now. Tenten was just checking on me after such a big fight.”

You reflect his mournful smile with your own.

So this is what he’s living with.

Maybe I can share what I’m living with.

“Shika and I weren’t just friends. We dated back in high school and college.”

Lee emits a sound of shock as he processes your words.

“He didn’t cheat on me, but he was emotionally unfaithful. My family wasn’t there for me, and there were so many lives juggling on my hands. I entertained the idea of killing myself.”

Lee’s shoulders sag from the weight of your revelation.

Of course Shikamaru would do some shit like that.

Lee brings your knuckles to his lips, anything to keep his queen anchored in the present moment instead of the past.

“On the bright side, had he not fumbled you then we would’ve never met!”

You nibble on your bottom lip, finding his confident wit to be unbearably sexy. Your hunger for him starts to numb as you remember something a lot more alarming than youthful angst.

When you redact your hand from his grasp, Lee notices the distant apprehension in your gaze.

“What is it, love?” He cautions.

You feel your chest caving in at his steadfast openness. At the tender way he looks at you.

Should he know?

Can I really ask for help without looking needy?

“I quit nursing at that hospital. And I don’t know how I’m gonna find employment before next month’s rent is due.”

Your man remains silent, patiently waiting for you to gather your thoughts.

“It—It’s like when I finally remove a humongous burden off my shoulders, there’s always another one waiting to be carried.”

Lee watches the distress in your furrowed brows, how you hold yourself. He frowns, feeling himself get sick to see you look this powerless.

“I’ll pay your rent.”

Your eyeballs almost pop out of your sockets as you whip your head at him.

“What?”

“I said I’ll pay your rent.”

All the air that once left bombards its way back into your lungs. You don’t know whether to question him or faint in relief.

“Brands are swarming me for promotion deals now. I’ll discern which ones are best for me, but I’m already financially comfortable and there’s more money on the way.”

No, this—

…It’s too good to be true…

Too frightened to accept such an offer, you weakly protest, “How am I gonna pay you back?”

“You’re not paying me back,” Lee finalizes.

“I want to do this. As your boyfriend.”

He reaches his hand out to you to confirm that promise.

You tentatively relocate your purse and grab it as he gently guides you to sit on the bed with him. You rest your head in the crook of his neck as he holds your shoulders with his healthy arm. You look up at him with wet eyes.

“Are you sure? Shika said he owes me anyw—“

“This isn’t his duty to fulfill, flower.” His stern tone silences you.

This is too much…

He’s too much!

“If you hadn’t stabilized my elbow at the arena, I would’ve had to retire from taijutsu. You saved my career, baby. The least I can do is provide for you as best I can.”

Tears stream down your face as your breath hiccups with overwhelming gratitude.

“Thank you, baby.” You surrender. “You don’t know how—how happy I am right now.”

He plants a kiss on the crown of your head and lovingly watches you cry on his shoulder.

-

Lee’s finally healed enough to be released from the hospital. He still has a cast on, but he can manage to go home. The following night you call Lee and request to visit him next morning. You want to make him breakfast to celebrate his victory. He gladly accepts.

Luckily, he doesn’t live that far from your place. When you make it to his address, you see firsthand how big his house is: it’s a classic exterior— old school even, and yet it looks so inviting.

After ringing the doorbell, you hear shuffling footsteps increase in volume. When the door opens you see Lee in a silk dark green robe with matching slippers. Despite how hot he is, you can’t help but guffaw at how pampered he looks. He rolls his eyes.

“You’re just jealous of how comfortable I am.” He jokes while stepping aside to let you in.

You slip off your shoes as you take in the classy yet spacious infrastructure. It feels like home, like a space you can unwind in.

“You can cook whatever you want, I’m gonna go shower.”

“Okay!”

You look in his refrigerator to see all the options and decide to make some French toast with omelettes. While taking out the ingredients, you pause.

How’s he managing to bathe with a broken arm?

You decide to return the ingredients where you found them and head upstairs to check on how he’s doing.

KNOCK KNOCK

Lee, who’s already in the shower, yelps at the abrupt sound.

“Can I come in?” You ask through the door.

“Y���Yeah sure,” He says, assuming you probably need something from him.

You open the door and close it behind you, feeling the hot steam envelop you.

“Your arm is still broken, let me help you.” You reason.

“W—Wait you don’t have to,” Lee sputters in a flustered panic. “I’m indecent!”

You giggle, still getting used to how adorable your man can be.

“I know, but I want to. Does that ring a bell?”

You smirk at the silence that follows, knowing he’s debating with himself.

It’s such a sweet offer too.

I do need the help anyways.

“Okay,” he permits. “You can step in when you’re ready.”

A burst of adrenaline erupts in your tummy as you peel off each layer of clothing. You’re just as nervous as him.

But it feels right.

So undeniably right.

You slide the door open and step one foot in at a time. The first thing you see is Lee’s back and your jaw drops in awe: countless water droplets pour down every contour of muscle as it flexes with every subtle movement; when your eyes trickle down his slim waist before dropping to that chiseled ass, your nipples and clit pebble with need. A foreign, powerful rapture blazes in your tummy as your gaze descends to the thick of his firm thighs. You are bathing the body of a god.

You take a bottle of body wash and squeeze some soap on a nearby loofah. After lathering it with some water, you gently scrub the loofah on his back.

Lee flinches at your touch before sighing blissfully at the tender movements, wordlessly enjoying your healing presence and care. You even wipe his underarms and nape.

You take a deep breath to mentally prepare yourself.

“You… you can turn around now.”

He smirks at the sound of your meek tone before turning around. When he finally faces you, your pussy cries: the bob of his Adam's apple you want to kiss, his juicy pecs and glistening pink nipples you want to suck on, those toned abs and v-line you want to lick.

All so you could finally feast your eyes on the intimidating girth of his cock, watching it extend away from his pelvis in all of its hardness. The head is flushed and leaking with pre-cum, only a hair shy of reaching his belly button.

So pretty…

He’d fill me to the absolute brim.

When your eyes scan back up to his face, your lower back and tummy burst into flames: you can’t handle how his wet black hair sticks to his forehead, that lustful glint in his gaze. You can’t handle how shamelessly he stares into your soul.

“You want it, baby?” Lee purrs. “Cause it’s all yours.”

You nibble on your bottom lip, unable to grasp how his seductively low voice fucks your mind with such lewd words. He could fuck you right under that shower head too. And your body keens for that, but you anchor yourself in restraint.

“While there’s nothing else I’d rather have,” you take a step closer and place an open palm on his chest.

“I want you in your healthiest form when you take me. I’ll be here when your arm recovers, alright?”

“Anything you say, princess.”

So you continue bathing him, watching the suds coat his scarred and worn skin. When your eyes flicker up to peek at his, you catch the way he silently obsesses over your brown tits squishing together as you hold the loofah against him. He revels in your soft and feminine form. He revels in the cute pudge of your belly, the unraveling sight of your hairy cunt, your pillowy hips and thighs, the dips in your curvy waist.

“You’re beautiful.”

…I’m gonna combust!

“St—Stop looking at me like that!” you whine.

“Not a chance,” Lee declines lovingly.

A shaky sigh escapes you at his smugness, but you both know you love it. Once you’ve finished, Lee grips the back of your neck and rewards you with a chaste kiss on the bridge of your nose.

“Thank you sweetness, I’ll make sure to return the favor.”

You hand him his loofah and step out of the shower before sliding the door shut. Even though the glass is foggy, Lee can still hear your heavy breaths as you recalibrate after such intense intimacy. A hand rests on your rising chest before putting your clothes back on.

You head downstairs to make breakfast.

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Nirvana: A Rock Lee Tale (Chapter 11)

Summary: After that legacy-defining battle, you decide to pour back into your health and well-being. Lee grapples with his victory without you, even if it’s temporary. Shika offers you a ride to visit Lee once he’s woken up. What will unfold at your ultimate reunion?

Notes: slow burn fic, afab/fem/black chubby reader.

Warnings: 18+! Depictions of a seizure, mentions of infidelity and alcoholism, sexually charged content (no sex yet), cursing, angst, fluff.

Word count: 3.7k

Masterlist

Previous Chapter Final Chapter

You remember the first time you saved someone’s life.

You weren’t even nursing at the time. A typical break between college semesters. You were on one of your leisurely Sunday walks, and was heading home from your neighborhood corner store. After passing through an intersection, you noticed a little leg jerking uncontrollably on pavement down the block.

Instantly recognizing that erratic pattern of movement, you strained your muscles to sprint as fast as you could towards it. You stopped in your tracks at the sight of a child’s limp body lying on the sidewalk. She looked approximately in her tween ages. Your breath started to shallow when you noticed the blank, bug-eyed stare on her face.

She’s having a seizure.

You shake your head out of the panic and think fast, kneeling before the child to pull her mouth open and check if she’s swallowed her tongue. You turned her onto her side and searched her body for any form of identification.

She isn’t wearing any medical ID bracelets or necklaces.

I hope her parents live nearby.

You shimmied off your sweater and rolled it into a makeshift pillow before carefully placing it under her tiny head. You pulled your phone from your back pocket and timed the length, while gently holding her shoulder to keep her balanced. You sat still, allowing her spasming to unfold as it may rather than try and stop it. When the seizure lasted more than five minutes, you felt your palms start to perspire.

This focal seizure is too severe.

This baby needs professional help.

“Shit,” you hissed under your breath.

You called 911. After the medics took the girl in, you found out your immediate aid helped lesson the severity of her condition. So much in fact, that they eliminated the need to put her into a coma.

After that life-changing tsunami of pride and gratitude for your gift, never in a million years would you have considered quitting your dream job.

-

After undergoing a successful operation, Lee entered a deep sleep for about a week. Throughout that week you focused on yourself: you returned to napping for the first time in months, you reread your favorite books that caught dust on the shelves, you even took the time to tidy up and rearrange your spaces. By the time you finished, your rooms looked and smelled ready for the spring.

As soon as the word comes out that Lee’s woken up, his whole dojo family bombards him. He’s surrounded by vibrant bouquets and get-well-soon cards. Despite how mindful the children are of his recovery, they all can’t help but simultaneously tackle his lap. Lee’s chest bubbles up with laughter as they smother him with love.

“You were SO badass out there!” Amanda praises.

Lee grumbles under his breath at her potty mouth, but a smile creeps onto his lips regardless.

“Thank you, Amanda.” Lee sighs hopelessly as he pats the top of her head. “May this be the last time I hear you say that.”

The young student chuckles sheepishly with a nod.

“Yes, Sensei…”

It’s truly wonderful seeing his beloved community celebrate his victory and recovery, watching them reminisce on his final blow when they were at the cusp of imminent loss.

It unfolds a warmth in his chest, seeing content smiles on Orchid and Sasuke’s faces, hearing boisterous laughter echo across the room. And yet, as happy as he is for protecting his legacy with everyone, as thankful as he is for surviving that fight—

…You aren’t here.

Lee feels a hollowness take up space behind his mind at the realization.

Eventually, everyone wishes the master a swift recovery and goes on about their day. Except Guy, he stays behind. The echoing chatter from the small crowd outside fades into a heavy, albeit comforting silence between the men.

Guy rolls up closer towards Lee’s bed, taking in his protégé’s energy uninterrupted by social niceties.

“How are you feeling?” The elder prompts.

Lee takes a deep breath and glances down at the signatures decorating his cast.

“I don’t know,” he answers with a scoff. “Happy? Grateful? Bamboozled?”

Yearnful.

Guy chuckles at his honesty, “Kinda like how I felt when I first became master!”

Every generation has their own burdens to carry, their own sacrifices to make, their own legacies to embody. Sometimes Guy wonders if he’s properly fulfilled his role as Lee’s mentor. He wonders if he’s subconsciously held him back from his highest potential in any way. That is until he realizes what he just achieved a week ago.

The elder clears his throat.

“I know I say this a lot— and I mean it every time when I say it. But I’m proud of you, son.”

Lee gulps down the urge to tear up, but he’s not sure if he can hold it in for long.

“I know. Thank you, Sensei.”

Are you just as proud of me, flower?

-

After a hard day’s work of transforming your home, you lounge in your bubble bath, sighing in bliss as the heat cradles your body. You revel in the sacred silence, letting your breath center you as your thoughts begin to race.

How am I gonna pay rent now?

What’s the next job I’m gonna spend months applying for?

An exaggerated sigh escapes your lips, submerging your shoulders into the water. But before anxiety could drag you back into that familiar spiral, your ringtone goes off.

You check your phone’s screen: it’s Shikamaru.

You absentmindedly answer the phone, internally guessing what this hooligan could possibly want from you at this hour.

“Yo?”

“Lee’s awake.”

Your eyes widen in shock, feeling the adrenaline explode throughout your nerves.

I finally get to see my man!

“W—When?” You sputter.

“Just yesterday.” Shika tucks his phone between his ear and shoulder while watching his pregnant wife snore in his arms.

Your first instinct is to jump out of the tub and get dressed so you can meet him. But you stop yourself, re-internalizing the fact that you’re allowed to finish you-time. You’ll visit him when you’re ready.

You slouch back against the tub. “Alright, thanks for letting me know.”

“I can give you a ride to his hospital,” your friend offers.

A beat of silence passes as you consider his offer. You hum in deep thought.

He did say he owes me for being a douche…

“I’d appreciate that.”

“Yeah, of course. It’s the least I can do.” Shika rubs some stray hairs away from Temari’s face. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow?”

You shut your eyes with gratitude for his efforts. “See you tomorrow.”

-

It’s the following early afternoon when Shika arrives at your apartment. You greet him as you step in the car, choosing not to ignore the tension hiding in the quiet.

“Mari couldn’t make it?” You inquire.

Shika steers into the nearest lane. “She’s got morning sickness.”

You nod your head with a hum. “Is she keeping it? The baby?”

Your dark-haired friend sighs as he keeps his eyes on the road,

“We don’t know yet. She’s testing my capacity to take care of her and… be present while doing it.”

You find yourself grinning at his choice of wording.

Of course he ain’t off the hook yet.

Shika steals glances of you in his rear view mirror.

“I uhh… I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you last time you visited. I’ll watch what I say moving forward.”

“Is that so, Pinapple?” You tease with a smug grin, and he doesn’t mind it at all. His shoulders actually unwind when witnessing your relaxed demeanor.

“Apology accepted.”

“Thanks.”

You look down at your twiddling fingers, internally debating whether you should tell him what you’re about to share or not. You make the decision before changing your mind.

“I’m… I’m dating Lee.”

Shika’s eyes widen at your confession, not because of what you said, but because you were willing to tell him. The sound of tranquil acceptance lacing your cadence told him everything he needs to know.

“Not very surprising,” he jokes flatly. “But hey, as long as you’re happy then I’m happy.”

You turn your head to the man before you, recognizing him for the first time during the ride.

He’s growing.

Shika’s car pulls up at the hospital entrance, and you wish him a blessed day before shutting his door.

-

After checking in with the staff, you hurriedly make your way to the nearest elevator.

What am I gonna say to him?

How far is he into his recovery?

The click of your heels echo through the hallway as you approach his room door. You grab the handle as you take a deep breath, before pulling it open.

Not only is Lee there sitting on his bed, but he’s not alone.

There’s a woman around his age seated beside him: cinnamon brown hair tied up into two buns with curtain bangs framing her face; she’s clad in a crisp white button up and black pencil skirt, vibrant jewelry adorning her neck and wrists. To say the least, she’s pretty.

What the fuck?

Lee and the woman whip their heads in your direction and a long beat of silence rolls in. There’s a respectful distance between them, so some of the burning tension erodes from your chest.

As ecstatic as Lee is to be in your presence, he’s rendered speechless by the horrible timing.

The woman probes first, “Who are you?”

The accusatory tone in her cadence twitches your right eye in irritation. You walk into the room so she can see the defiant glimmer in your eyes.

“His girlfriend,” you answer, tightening the grip on your purse strap. “And who are you?”

Lee feels his face flush, redacting his breath at your effortless response.

She’s…

She’s not just saying that, is she?

The woman whips her head at Lee with an almost offended scowl.

“Is this true?” She demands.

The warrior’s quick to mirror her audacious gaze, “Why do you care?”

Don’t think me letting you visit means I’m letting you in.

The woman quietly scoffs at the coldness in his eyes, but isn’t surprised by it. Nor should she be upset. So she recalibrates herself.

“You’re right, I overstepped.” She surrenders. “I’ll give you two some privacy.”

You side-eye her as she walks past you. Right when the door shuts, Lee marvels at you in all your glory: your hair’s in shiny, fresh micro-twists, clad in a lavender sundress that hugs you in all the right places, and your brown skin gleams like gold under the sun rays.

You’re fucking glowing.

“You know how much I missed you?” Lee teases with a dopey grin.

You return the gesture with a chuckle to cope with the pure, unabashed reverence in his eyes.

“You know how much I missed you?” You retort.

You take the closest seat to him and place your purse on your lap. You take the time to absorb his form: the swelling on his face is gone, but there are still some visible bruises. His right arm’s encased in a snug cast. His neck bandaged from the strangling.

Still beautiful.

Still my handsome Lee.

“Did you mean it?”

The clarity of his voice snaps you out of your love-induced trance.

“Mean what?”

“You claiming to be my girlfriend.”

It’s always that fierce, unrelenting gaze he gives you when serious about something that emotionally brings you to your knees.

You straighten your posture. “Yes, Lee. I’d love to be your woman.”

Your man’s hand squeezes into a fist to cope with the uncontrollable flutter in his chest, and lets his growing smile speak for him.

“Who’s that lady who just left?” You query.

Lee takes a deep breath to brace himself. “Her name is Tenten. She’s my ex-fiancé.”

You’re not intimidated by this revelation, but the weight of it is still emotionally and historically heavy.

“Seven years ago, I came back home from my morning run. I went into our shared room and caught her cheating on me.”

The cautious yet firm tone in his voice mercilessly vacuums the air from your lungs. He pays close attention to your reactions, subtle and obvious, before continuing.

“I almost killed a man that day.” Lee forcibly regulates his breath.

“The breakup was so bad I became an alcoholic. I had reckless sex and fought in illegal underground battles. Guy Sensei had to suspend me from the dojo so I’d check into rehab.”

Your beloved’s gaze falls to his lap.

“Those were the most humbling years of my life.”

You reach to interlock your manicured fingers with his calloused ones. Lee gives them a gentle squeeze to thank you.

“I assure you that I’m okay now. Tenten was just checking on me after such a big fight.”

You reflect his mournful smile with your own.

So this is what he’s living with.

Maybe I can share what I’m living with.

“Shika and I weren’t just friends. We dated back in high school and college.”

Lee emits a sound of shock as he processes your words.

“He didn’t cheat on me, but he was emotionally unfaithful. My family wasn’t there for me, and there were so many lives juggling on my hands. I entertained the idea of killing myself.”

Lee’s shoulders sag from the weight of your revelation.

Of course Shikamaru would do some shit like that.

Lee brings your knuckles to his lips, anything to keep his queen anchored in the present moment instead of the past.

“On the bright side, had he not fumbled you then we would’ve never met!”

You nibble on your bottom lip, finding his confident wit to be unbearably sexy. Your hunger for him starts to numb as you remember something a lot more alarming than youthful angst.

When you redact your hand from his grasp, Lee notices the distant apprehension in your gaze.

“What is it, love?” He cautions.

You feel your chest caving in at his steadfast openness. At the tender way he looks at you.

Should he know?

Can I really ask for help without looking needy?

“I quit nursing at that hospital. And I don’t know how I’m gonna find employment before next month’s rent is due.”

Your man remains silent, patiently waiting for you to gather your thoughts.

“It—It’s like when I finally remove a humongous burden off my shoulders, there’s always another one waiting to be carried.”

Lee watches the distress in your furrowed brows, how you hold yourself. He frowns, feeling himself get sick to see you look this powerless.

“I’ll pay your rent.”

Your eyeballs almost pop out of your sockets as you whip your head at him.

“What?”

“I said I’ll pay your rent.”

All the air that once left bombards its way back into your lungs. You don’t know whether to question him or faint in relief.

“Brands are swarming me for promotion deals now. I’ll discern which ones are best for me, but I’m already financially comfortable and there’s more money on the way.”

No, this—

…It’s too good to be true…

Too frightened to accept such an offer, you weakly protest, “How am I gonna pay you back?”

“You’re not paying me back,” Lee finalizes.

“I want to do this. As your boyfriend.”

He reaches his hand out to you to confirm that promise.

You tentatively relocate your purse and grab it as he gently guides you to sit on the bed with him. You rest your head in the crook of his neck as he holds your shoulders with his healthy arm. You look up at him with wet eyes.

“Are you sure? Shika said he owes me anyw—“

“This isn’t his duty to fulfill, flower.” His stern tone silences you.

This is too much…

He’s too much!

“If you hadn’t stabilized my elbow at the arena, I would’ve had to retire from taijutsu. You saved my career, baby. The least I can do is provide for you as best I can.”

Tears stream down your face as your breath hiccups with overwhelming gratitude.

“Thank you, baby.” You surrender. “You don’t know how—how happy I am right now.”

He plants a kiss on the crown of your head and lovingly watches you cry on his shoulder.

-

Lee’s finally healed enough to be released from the hospital. He still has a cast on, but he can manage to go home. The following night you call Lee and request to visit him next morning. You want to make him breakfast to celebrate his victory. He gladly accepts.

Luckily, he doesn’t live that far from your place. When you make it to his address, you see firsthand how big his house is: it’s a classic exterior— old school even, and yet it looks so inviting.

After ringing the doorbell, you hear shuffling footsteps increase in volume. When the door opens you see Lee in a silk dark green robe with matching slippers. Despite how hot he is, you can’t help but guffaw at how pampered he looks. He rolls his eyes.

“You’re just jealous of how comfortable I am.” He jokes while stepping aside to let you in.

You slip off your shoes as you take in the classy yet spacious infrastructure. It feels like home, like a space you can unwind in.

“You can cook whatever you want, I’m gonna go shower.”

“Okay!”

You look in his refrigerator to see all the options and decide to make some French toast with omelettes. While taking out the ingredients, you pause.

How’s he managing to bathe with a broken arm?

You decide to return the ingredients where you found them and head upstairs to check on how he’s doing.

KNOCK KNOCK

Lee, who’s already in the shower, yelps at the abrupt sound.

“Can I come in?” You ask through the door.

“Y—Yeah sure,” He says, assuming you probably need something from him.

You open the door and close it behind you, feeling the hot steam envelop you.

“Your arm is still broken, let me help you.” You reason.

“W—Wait you don’t have to,” Lee sputters in a flustered panic. “I’m indecent!”

You giggle, still getting used to how adorable your man can be.

“I know, but I want to. Does that ring a bell?”

You smirk at the silence that follows, knowing he’s debating with himself.

It’s such a sweet offer too.

I do need the help anyways.

“Okay,” he permits. “You can step in when you’re ready.”

A burst of adrenaline erupts in your tummy as you peel off each layer of clothing. You’re just as nervous as him.

But it feels right.

So undeniably right.

You slide the door open and step one foot in at a time. The first thing you see is Lee’s back and your jaw drops in awe: countless water droplets pour down every contour of muscle as it flexes with every subtle movement; when your eyes trickle down his slim waist before dropping to that chiseled ass, your nipples and clit pebble with need. A foreign, powerful rapture blazes in your tummy as your gaze descends to the thick of his firm thighs. You are bathing the body of a god.

You take a bottle of body wash and squeeze some soap on a nearby loofah. After lathering it with some water, you gently scrub the loofah on his back.

Lee flinches at your touch before sighing blissfully at the tender movements, wordlessly enjoying your healing presence and care. You even wipe his underarms and nape.

You take a deep breath to mentally prepare yourself.

“You… you can turn around now.”

He smirks at the sound of your meek tone before turning around. When he finally faces you, your pussy cries: the bob of his Adam's apple you want to kiss, his juicy pecs and glistening pink nipples you want to suck on, those toned abs and v-line you want to lick.

All so you could finally feast your eyes on the intimidating girth of his cock, watching it extend away from his pelvis in all of its hardness. The head is flushed and leaking with pre-cum, only a hair shy of reaching his belly button.

So pretty…

He’d split me in half.

When your eyes scan back up to his face, your lower back and tummy burst into flames: you can’t handle how his wet black hair sticks to his forehead, that lustful glint in his gaze. You can’t handle how shamelessly he stares into your soul.

“You want it, baby?” Lee purrs. “Cause it’s all yours.”

You nibble on your bottom lip, unable to grasp how his seductively low voice fucks your mind with such lewd words. He could fuck you right under that shower head too. And your body keens for that, but you anchor yourself in restraint.

“While there’s nothing else I’d rather have,” you take a step closer and place an open palm on his chest.

“I want you in your healthiest form when you take me. I’ll be here when your arm recovers, alright?”

“Anything you say, princess.”

So you continue bathing him, watching the suds coat his scarred and worn skin. When your eyes flicker up to peek at his, you catch the way he silently obsesses over your brown tits squishing together as you hold the loofah against him. He revels in your soft and feminine form. He revels in the cute pudge of your belly, the unraveling sight of your hairy cunt, your pillowy hips and thighs, the dips in your curvy waist.

“You’re beautiful.”

…I’m gonna combust!

“St—Stop looking at me like that!” you whine.

“Not a chance,” Lee declines lovingly.

A shaky sigh escapes you at his smugness, but you both know you love it. Once you’ve finished, Lee grips the back of your neck and rewards you with a chaste kiss on the bridge of your nose.

“Thank you sweetness, I’ll make sure to return the favor.”

You hand him his loofah and step out of the shower before sliding the door shut. Even though the glass is foggy, Lee can still hear your heavy breaths as you recalibrate after such intense intimacy. A hand rests on your rising chest before putting your clothes back on.

You head downstairs to make breakfast.

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NIRVANA: CHAPTER 10 OUT NOW

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Nirvana: A Rock Lee Tale (Chapter 10)

Summary: After Lee helps you process the fallout of his bargain, he asks you something you never thought you'd hear. Can Sasuke deal with the pressure of a legacy on his back during his fight? Can Lee deliver that legacy during his own?

Notes: slow burn fic, afab/fem/black chubby reader.

WARNINGS: angst and fluff, graphic descriptions of blood and violence, cursing, graphic descriptions of wounds. The reader and Lee are in their late 20s but virtually any age group that is 18 and up can enjoy this story. Again 18+, minors do not interact… pls.

Word count: 5.8k

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You stand outside of the backroom, holding yourself. The distant crowd rumbling the floor with booming enthusiasm is the only thing grounding you, keeping you from disappearing into your misery.

Why would he agree to such a deal? You ask yourself. Why would he put his own dignity– especially my dignity– at stake?

The door behind you opens and snaps you out of your spiraling, only to see that it’s Madara- to your utter chagrin. You don’t address him when he walks past you, even after he stops in his tracks.

“It either would’ve ended this way or far, far worse,” he confesses, slightly turning his head to peek at your distressed state. “Be grateful for his cooperation.”

“For the record,” You counter spitefully. “You will never have me.”

You continue glaring at him as he walks off, but your ears keep replaying his advice. Why should you be grateful right now? And how much worse would it have gotten had Lee refused the bargain? More and more thoughts continue swimming in your head, fruits of regret ripening with every passing second. 

Was nursing for this dojo… a  mistake?

A heavy hand finds its place on your shoulder. You flinch at the abrupt contact and turn to see Lee, realizing you didn’t notice him approaching you. You search his eyes for an explanation- anything- to make sense of the events that just transpired. But all you see is despondent acceptance. In your mind, defeat. That’s simply not enough for you.

“Why don’t I just walk out of this arena right now and act like none of this ever happened?” You challenge.

Lee frowns as he lets his hand fall from your shoulder to caress your arm. You hate how good it feels. You also hate how he looks at you- as if there’s still no one else in the world he’d rather look at than you.

“Because we both know you won’t,” he answers. “Look, I know you deserve better than this, and baby I am so sorry that you’ve been dragged into it. But I’m never gonna let him hurt you.”

You drop your gaze to the floor with a rueful chuckle, “Yeah, right.”

Lee lifts your chin up with a chilling quickness: a stern gaze carrying such frightening resolve, like he’s offended you would even consider doubting him. It sucks away your breath, stirring that familiar heat between your legs. 

“I will protect you,” he vows, the stark authority in his low voice sending shivers down your back. When Lee gets like this, anything he says is law. This is just your first time experiencing it at this intensity. “You understand?”

There’s a foreign hunger behind his eyes. A shameless oath to keep you safe- it melts you from the inside.

You ogle at his pretty lips while resting your hands on his broad chest. You steadily run your fingers up to feel his contours until they reach his nape, not really grasping that your tender movements are melting him just as overwhelmingly. Deep down, you know Lee would do anything to protect you. Your faith in him is simply being tested on a greater scale.

“Yeah, I… I understand,” you mutter shyly.

Lee relaxes with a soft grin at your compliance. 

What did I do to deserve you? He swoons to himself.

Your hands pull him in, relieved that you can embrace him with no resistance. Your foreheads lean into each other, basking in the closest thing to quiet you both will ever share for the day. But when you’re this close, it’s easy to block everything else out. You slightly angle your head to the side, nose swiping his cheek as you lean in for a kiss.

And when your lips slowly interlock, he happily breathes in the sweetness of your scent. He wraps his strong arms around your pudgy waist and pulls you flush against him. This is really all he needs: to encase the love of his life in his arms.

Reluctantly, Lee gradually pulls back from your lips but not too far from where he was initially.

“I know we’ve been dating for quite some time, but uhh…” He breathes while gently rubbing your curves. His eyes dart in random directions, thinking of what to say before looking at you. You stroke his warm cheek with a reassuring thumb, urging him to take his time.

And when he finally meets your gaze, you’re left haunted by the pure vulnerability in his glistening eyes.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

It’s crazy how despite the countless times you’ve daydreamed about some random guy professing to you, never in your life would you have expected it to unfold this way. Despite your career goals, despite your individual pursuit of greatness, this is truly all you’ve ever wanted in life. Maybe… maybe it’s not only magical for some. 

As you take the time to gush over your new- and hopefully last- romantic partner, Lee notices Neji approaching with carefully wrapped ice packs in hand, ultimately ripping him from his love-induced trance. 

“Our dojo will be back on the mat soon,” Announces Neji with a knowing smile. 

Lee throws his game-face on, “Right!”

Guess I’ll answer him later, you think to yourself.

Smiling hopelessly, you thank the gracious man for getting those ice packs. You and Lee hesitantly release each other and follow Neji into the backroom.

-

Sasuke opens his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a young man adorned in a red gi. The right half of his face is severely scarred. The opponent does his own scanning of Sasuke, taking note of the dark green gi he wears along with his bandaged limbs.

Sasuke ignores the sea of surrounding spectators and flashing lights, nothing more than distractions. He settles in a fight stance meticulously inspired by Lee’s signature, except he raises his fists just below his eyesight as a form of defense. The scarred opponent, however, isn’t enacting a stance. He’s just standing.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Inquires Sasuke.

The scarred adolescent’s face contorts in confusion at his demanding tone, “What’s your name?”

“Sasuke. Now tell me.”

“...Obito.”

Sasuke chuckles. He won’t know what hit him, he assures himself.

The referee raises his hand, signaling the fight will start any moment now.

“Bow.”

Obito and Sasuke lower their heads to honor the upcoming fight.

“I will not disgrace my master." Obito repeats silently to himself.

The referee casts his hand down, “BEGIN!”

Both opponents back a few feet away from each other. Sasuke does not strike first, remembering what Lee firmly advised him. He takes Obito’s stagnant figure into account: he isn’t crouching, balling his fists or making any particular weapon out of his limbs.

I will not let him read my movements, Obito tells himself. He doesn’t take his glaring eyes off of Sasuke, watching the way he moves around him in a circle. Quiet feet taking steady steps, inching closer and closer to Obito, but not quite attacking yet. And Obito takes notice of this, making sure that once he’s close enough he will not hesitate.

Obito’s hands may look like open palms, but the trick here is that his fingers are curved inwards- like claws. Madara smirks to himself, knowing Sasuke is most likely unfamiliar with such subtle dirty approaches to battle.

The Mighty Rock Dojo is all about in-your-face fighting, techniques that wow the audience with their avant-garde moves. But all it really takes is one little shift, one small positioning that changes the trajectory of a fight. What Madara fails to realize though, is that Sasuke is a big fan of details.

Obito’s hairs raise when Sasuke approaches personal space territory, and meets the warrior’s forearm with an abnormally fast roundhouse kick. Sasuke endures the heavy force, his own reflexes allowing him to counter with a powerful jab to the gut.

But Obito eats that shit and grabs his wrist. He strikes Sasuke’s right cheek with a claw, leaving four profound slashes. Sasuke winces at the searing pain before planting his foot against Obito’s chest to propel away from his grasp. It felt like a brick wall. While keeping his distance, Sasuke feels hot blood pouring from the cuts on his face.

“C’mon,” Lee grumbles. “Let your enemy fight himself.”

Sasuke takes a deep breath and recalls his teacher’s infamous motto: “Trust what you’ve learned and your body will follow.”

He crouches a bit lower than his initial stance, paying acute attention to how the angular structure of Obito’s claws are significantly more defined after that first attack. His true weapon, Sasuke realizes.

“It’ll take more than some bullshit punches to beat me,” Obito deadpans. “I hope you’re ready.”

And Sasuke knows he’s right: it is going to take more to beat Obito; it is going to take more to preserve his dignity as a taijutsu fighter; it is going to take more to defend his dojo’s legacy. The young warrior thinks of that million-dollar question he previously asked: Am I Sensei’s most gifted student?

Now is the time to figure that out for himself.

Obito advances towards Sasuke in only three steps with an onslaught of claw attacks. Sasuke dodges every swing, putting his years worth of foot-work to use. His feet never stop moving as he increases his reaction speed, making sure Obito never touches him.

“He’s adapting,” Madara murmurs.

Look for an opening, Sasuke reminds himself. As fast as Obito is, he eventually slows down at the rate in which Sasuke repeatedly weaves his violent advances. Obito growls aggravatedly as he continues to miss his target.

You will not outmaneuver me, Obito promises. I’m faster than you.

And the young man may be right, considering that he finally manages to grab Sasuke’s shoulder after such a tiresome offense. But knowing that the shape of Obito’s hands guarantees an iron grip, Sasuke does not try to break free. Instead, he balls his fist and meets the bottom of Obito’s chin with a nasty uppercut. His head falls back like a bobble-head at the impact, and the surrounding crowd roars with excitement.

In the split second his opponent loses consciousness, Sasuke restrains the hand on his shoulder and uses his other fist to bombard Obito’s face with brutal punches. He hears a small crack after a particularly hard pounding to the nose, but he doesn’t stop. Teeth start to fall from Obito’s mouth with every continuous hit.

I will protect my dojo, Sasuke desperately tells himself.

Right after Sasuke recoils his hand back for another strike, Obito projects a spray of blood all over Sasuke’s face. 

Lee’s eyes widen in disbelief as he watches Obito, “He…he spat in his face?”

Madara cackles with unparalleled amusement.

“Fuck-” Sasuke’s eyes instinctively shut.

Obito doesn’t miss a beat, grabbing Sasuke’s nape and shoulder before repeatedly hurling his stomach with ruthless knee strikes. He pummels Sasuke’s gut with a murderous shout, every blow jolting his entire body. Sasuke tries to push him away, but he feels like he’s about to vomit with every passing second.

Obito releases Sasuke, only to clasp his hands together and pound the back of his neck like a hammer. Sasuke’s body hits the mat.

The fallen young man gasps for air, but every time he breathes his ribs feel like they’re on fire, cracking under the pressure of unfathomable heat. He coughs up a bit of blood, balling his fists to muster as much energy as humanly possible, anything to get back on his feet. But he’s pinned to the floor.

My dojo depends on me. My sensei depends on me…

Sasuke strains as he lifts his head to look for his teacher, but his vision has blurred significantly.

How can I be the most gifted if I let them down this easily?

Obito towers over Sasuke's limp body. He looks to the referee expectantly, waiting for him to conclude the fight. Sasuke uses the last iota of adrenaline and seizes both of Obito’s ankles.

The opponent yelps as Sasuke yanks his feet off the mat with a grunt. Obito’s head is the first to hit the floor when he falls, ultimately paralyzing his body with pain. At the sight of his incapacitated state, Sasuke flips Obito on his stomach and straddles his back. Obito’s eyes flutter open at the foreign weight on top of him, but before he could react Sasuke puts him in a chokehold.

No, Obito denies himself. He claws at his arm, using any remaining strength to try and pull it off. 

But the more he resists, Sasuke tightens his grip.

“Yield,” Sasuke orders.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to end…

Obito’s neck feels like it’s about to be ripped clean off, like his eye sockets are going to pop open. But his hands continue their death grip on Sasuke’s arm as he continues to struggle and writhe beneath him.

“Yield,” Sasuke warns once more, and he makes sure this will be the last time he says it.

And when drool starts to run down Obito’s chin from the gagging, when the surrounding light starts dimming to black, his left hand taps repeatedly on the mat. Sasuke catches the signal and immediately releases his hold.

He lifts himself off of Obito’s body who shakes with intense bouts of coughing. The referee approaches the scene, raises Sasuke’s hand in the air, and deems him the winner.

“Tch,” Madara petulantly slouches back against his seat. “I’ll punish him later.”

-

Sasuke sits on the treatment bed, making sure he stays nice and still as you tend to his facial wounds. Pleased to see he’s not complaining this time, you’re able to do your job easier and quicker. Too busy cleaning off his blood, you don’t catch the student meeting your focused gaze.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” Sasuke confesses.

A tired sigh escapes your lips as you continue treating him, “…Me neither.”

“What changed your mind?”

The sincere curiosity in his voice halts your calculated movements.

“I don’t know yet,” Your brows furrow together. “But what I can assure you, is that treating you all after watching your hard work pay off so wonderfully was the first thing to cross my mind.’’

The teen reluctantly feels a flush creeping up his neck, “You don’t look too happy about it.”

“...And I’m okay with that.” You conclude while wrapping up his bandages.

Lee approaches you and the student shortly after, greeting you both with a graceful nod. Sasuke’s fingers curl into tight fists as he braces himself.

“How did you feel when you fought him and won?”

Sasuke’s eyes widened in a state of shock, not expecting such an introspective question. As soon as he hums absentmindedly to ponder it, Lee flicks him on the forehead- to his absolute bewilderment. You can’t help but chortle at the exchange occurring before you.

���Don’t think, Sasuke. Feel.” The master points his finger towards the teen’s chest. “How did you feel?”

Without even having to think about it, Sasuke responds on pure instinct: “It felt like I really was your greatest student.”

Sasuke’s never opened up to Lee like this since the first moment he asked to join the dojo. The teacher can’t help the smug grin threatening to grace his lips.

Is this how you felt when you trained me, Guy Sensei? He asks himself.

“You work harder than any other martial artist in our dojo.” Lee plops a rewarding hand on the top of his student’s head, ruffling his hair for good measure. “You have a long way to go, but if you stay dedicated like this, you'll become your own master.”

Lee never was and never will be the type to half-ass anything he says or does. Sasuke’s eyes sparkle with wonder at this realization, and his burning cheeks feel like they’re being ignited by a passion he finally feels safe enough to embrace. Your beloved turns to you, signaling to the student for some privacy. 

After Sasuke excuses himself, Lee’s instincts take over, and he passionately engulfs you into a hug. He’s got you melting into his sculpted arms, his firm- inescapable grasp.

“I love the way you hold me,” You whimper against his buff chest as it rumbles with that deep laughter you know and love.

“Well, get ready angel.” He warns, a low purring beside your ear. “ ‘Cause this won’t be the last time I hold you.” 

You giggle flusteredly at his teasing, as he takes a shameless whiff of your neck. He needs that saccharine-sweet smell, that feeling of your soft body pressing against him carved into his brain. You revel in this intimate moment, especially because you both know it may be the last one you share for a while.

Lee can hear the distant arena crowd booming, along with his foreseeable future. Reluctantly, your man gradually pulls away from your warmth, your scent, your love. He sighs somberly into a smile with unbreakable resolve.

“Show that bastard what you’re made of, champ.” You playfully punch his arm, a glint of mischief in your eyes.

Lee chuckles, sincerely grateful for your knack for jokes.

“Yes ma’am.” He promises with an effortless– albeit adorably corny- wink, before turning to make his way to the main arena.

You take a deep breath, and exhale with your own resolve: “I will not abandon my dream. Whatever that may be.”

-

Lee walks into the lively arena, followed by you, Might Guy, Neji, and the rest of the dojo. The bustling crowd and charismatic announcer are no match for the mental clarity Lee immersed himself in, especially after locking eyes with Madara Uchiha from across the mat.

The spiky-haired master shares the same state of mind, except he smiles menacingly- feeling giddy about all the outrageous things he plans to do to him. Madara is topless as he enters the platform, enjoying the thousands of eyes eating up his physique.

“I still got it in me,” Madara jokes to himself.

You stand by Lee, watching him untie his gi before shrugging it off. 

“Fuck,” you mouth to yourself. You remember how he looks shirtless in the videos you’ve seen of previous matches, but you could never have been prepared for seeing the real thing in person. Lee’s built like a god: gorgeous abs, thin waist, those back muscles intricately flexing beneath the soft glow of his skin. He is a walking embodiment of mastery.

So is Madara: old battle scars littered across the death machine that is his vessel. You want to say something to your man as he makes his way up the platform, but you remind yourself that he’s in the zone right now and needs no distraction. So you send him your love silently. 

This match is separate from the taijutsu tournament: it’s an inter-generational battle between two warriors who are finally settling the score. Besides no killing, there aren’t any rules applied to this fight: whoever forfeits or loses consciousness first, loses.

Madara and Lee settle into their respective stances, waiting for the referee to give the signal. They never take their eyes off one another, even after the referee begins the match. Both men take their time as they tread carefully in a circle, analyzing subtle movements while deciding when to strike.

“In taijutsu, there is no thinking.” A memory of Might Guy teaching him as a child plays in his head. “And yet, there’s no dreaming either.”

Madara anchors his right foot on the mat and propels himself in the air to axe kick the top of Lee’s head. Stunned by hearing his leg cut through the wind, Lee grunts with dread while successfully jumping backward before the force of his foot can reach him. Madara casually returns to his stance and walks back in a circle.

“Your reaction speed is impressive,” The older master goads him on with praise. “I almost put my all in that kick.”

Lee knows he can’t stay in defense forever, but he must get to know his opponent first. Madara throws a couple more experimental jabs to further test his reactions, allowing Lee to use that time to analyze: the man may not be putting in much effort, but the more he attacks the more frequently his ribs expand to accommodate air. Slowly but surely, he’s getting tired. And those cigars he loves to smoke so much are not helping.

Right before Madara initiates another attack, Lee lowers his knees and extends his arms before zooming towards him with a straight punch. The older master angles his wrist to swerve the incoming fist out of his way and uses the closing distance to yank Lee’s neck into a brutal death grip. Lee feels himself gagging as Madara starts squeezing his neck into his unforgiving grasp. 

“I know you were given your ‘master’ card early or whatever,” Madara flexes his free knuckles before encasing them into a fist. “But I’ve killed men who are faster than you.”

Lee takes three ruthless punches to the liver and he screams out. All he can do right now is take deep breaths while processing the deadliest hits he’s ever received.  You lose your breath at the sight, holding your necklace to delay any panicking. 

Knowing Madara won’t stop until he passes out, Lee roars to unleash more adrenaline and spreads his arms back. His palms are firm and flat as he swings them both towards Madara’s head, striking simultaneous blows to each of his ears. The older master growls irritantly as a painful ringing blocks out all noise, the newfound loss of balance loosens his grip on Lee’s neck.

“You little sh-” Lee frees himself and shuts Madara up with a spinning crescent kick to the mouth, causing some blood to spray on the mat- following up with a jumping front kick to the chin. It was the equivalent of a hammer smacking his face. The older warrior falls on his hands and uses them to propel himself back on his feet. He shuffles away to create some distance and re-evaluates his opponent.

“Beginner’s luck,” Madara spites.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Lee warns.

Might Guy and Neji watch the battle unfold beside you, taking in the scene with worried yet determined eyes.

“Lee may have more stamina than him,” Guy verifies with precaution. “But that man knows techniques that could render such an advantage completely useless.”

Neji sighs, “The only thing he can do is trust what he knows and adapt to his attacks.”

Lee feels a nasty bruise blooming on his stomach, but he pays it no mind- still refusing to take his eyes off Madara. The older man spits out some remaining blood and relaxes into a neutral stance with an ominously neutral facial expression. Lee’s eyes widen with alarm as he watches the man abandon his previous posture.

Why is he just standing now?

It’s just like the opponent Sasuke fought earlier...

Lee snaps out of his line of thinking and sprints towards Madara with fierce speed to charge a left hook to his chin. However, the older master already sees which shoulder he’s going to strike with and dodges accordingly. Lee tries a spinning backhand punch but Madara ducks that too.

He continues to swerve and evade every attack, watching the young opponent strain and gradually tire himself out. Madara predicts the velocity of Lee’s next strike and blocks it before trapping his arm in a compromising lock. Lee feels the master’s grip on his arm tighten uncomfortably and struggles to pull away until he hears a sudden pop.

Huh?

Lee’s elbow joint snaps in two from Madara’s merciless grip, causing the young master to shriek out a gut-wrenching holler.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Madara chuckles sadistically. “Let everybody see how sorry you are.”

You gasp in horror, covering your mouth as you back away- until you feel a firm grip on your wrist. You look down to see Might Guy’s stern, yet terrified gaze.

“He will be okay,” The veteran promises. “Do not lose hope, support him.”

The elder’s firm command lets you know he’s not asking, so you act accordingly. Sasuke feels veins popping in his forehead, barely able to contain his rage as he watches Madara pummel his beloved master so mercilessly that he’s forced to back up closer to the mat’s boundary. Madara charges a flying back kick to Lee’s chest and the concentrated force knocks Lee entirely off the platform. 

The young master expects his body to meet a cold, hard floor but is instead met with two warm bodies: Sasuke and Neji catch him with their arms before carefully sitting him on a nearby resting bench.

Guy immediately rolls his way to his student’s side, frowning with devastation at the sight of him: Lee has two black eyes, a broken nose leaking with blood, and a busted lip. Despite bringing your medical supplies, an inevitable sob comes creeping up your chest when you see his swollen face.

The referee approaches, “Do you still want to continue fighting?”

“Yes…” Lee’s hoarse voice has the volume of a whisper, so Guy has to confirm it to the referee for him.

“Three minutes,” concludes the referee.

“Three minutes?” You protest. “You tellin’ me I gotta clean his wounds, patch him up, and deal with a broken elbow in three minutes?!”

Neji opens a Gatorade bottle and pours some into Lee’s mouth. “Just stabilize his arm. That’s the only thing that needs immediate care.”

“He’s right.”

You look down to see the tender way Lee looks at you, even though he can barely see due to his injuries. The numbing pain in your chest makes you wince at this point.

“You can do it, baby,” he assures weakly. “You can do it… in half the time given.”

You huff out a shaky breath and wipe your tears, completely flabbergasted at how he can care for you so considerably in his current state. Before reaching for the bandages, your eyes widen in a panic.

Dammit! I don’t have a splint…

You look up and whip your head in opposite directions, scanning for anything— literally anything that could suffice for a makeshift splint. The gravity of this situation, on top of the ticking timer, gradually pushes you to the brink of insanity until you notice an old woman reading a newspaper.

That’s it!

You gulp and brace yourself for what you’re about to do before hastily walking towards the seated lady. As you approach her, she looks up at your towering figure with curious eyes. You kneel to meet her gaze.

“I’m so sorry for intruding, but can I use that newspaper?” You point back at Lee to guide her view. “That fighter’s elbow is broken and he needs something to immobilize it so he can keep fighting.”

The elder blinks in a puzzled daze, her jaw dropping to voice a protest. But you beat her to it.

“I’ll buy you a whole stack of ‘em after he wins,” you swear. “There’s not enough time for me to find anything else.”

The woman observes Lee’s semi-conscious state and the concerned comrades surrounding him. She reverts her gaze to you, feeling her chest soften at the desperate plea in your eyes. So, she grabs your hand and places the newspaper in it. 

“Make it count,” she orders with a cheeky grin. “I was just reading until the fight resumed anyway.”

You could cry at this stranger’s profound grace, but you waste no time and hurry your way to Lee’s side. You roll up the newspaper as firmly as possible and carefully place it along the inside of his arm. 

“Neji, I need you to hold this splint against his elbow. Be gentle.”

Neji nods his head, “On it.”

You unravel a roll of bandages and successfully wrap the fractured limb with Neji’s assistance.

“Lee,” Guy grabs his concussed student’s hand. “It’s time to take your weights off. It’s the only way you’ll end this fight.”

Guy signals Sasuke to roll up the hem of his pants. He has to remove each weight one at a time.

“Hmmm,” Madara hums knowingly. “Guess it’s time for the real battle.”

Lee’s head drops in shame, completely mortified that you and everyone he loves is seeing him in this way.

“How can I beat him?” Lee wheezes before coughing up some blood.

“How—”

“I need you to focus," Guy warns. ���Look at me, son.”

Despite how much he feels like dying, the student uses all the strength he can muster to lift his head and face his master.

“Remember, all enemies hide their true motives behind something. Whether it be a facade or an idea. Destroy the facade, and you will break the enemy.”

Madara watches Guy whisper whatever useless information he knows his pathetic little student will believe. Lee takes deep breath after deep breath, allowing the circulation to send him back into the state of impeccable concentration he previously entered. 

“I’m done,” you mutter nervously after supporting his arm with a sling. “I did my best...”

Lee musters more energy to stand on his own and turns to you. 

“I know you did, angel,” Lee maneuvers his shoulder to test the security. “I can feel it.”

 The young master makes his way up to the platform and faces Madara once more.

“Are you ready for a second beating?” Madara taunts.

But Lee doesn’t respond, instead lowering his body into a ninety degree angle horse-stance. His broken arm is stiff and close to his stomach, while his healthy arm sits in front of his face. His index and middle finger extend from the fist in a sideways positioning.

Odd choice of the artform to any unfortunate soul who falls victim to it. Like any experienced master would, Madara senses a shift in the air. Lee’s breathing is calm and steady, for his ribs expand at a slower rate. Not a single thought behind his gaze. Madara’s eyes narrow with annoyance.

He’s getting serious.

“Well bring it on, fucker.” Madara challenges.

Lee jumps and twists his body into a spinning kick that pounds Madara’s neck at record-breaking speed, making his head recoil against the mat. Madara tries to get up in time, but is forced to roll away from Lee’s skull-cracking stomps. 

“Tch. I’ll be good goddamned if he ends this fight before I do.” Madara chides to himself.

The older warrior propels himself back on his feet, but that’s all he can do when Lee closes the distance once again, and jabs him repeatedly with two iron-clad knuckles to the jugular. Madara chokes on his own screech of pain: incapacitated throat blocking his airway.

Madara tightens his fists, sending an onslaught of bone-shattering punches Lee’s way. But the younger master evades each attack with unforeseen grace and flexibility, as if he’s just letting the opponent fight himself. Not only is his labored breathing audible, but Lee also sees his movements lack the speed they previously carried.

In an intense bout of brutality, Lee grabs a greedy handful of Madara’s dark tresses- holding his head in place to collide his rising knee with the old warrior’s face. He continues bashing the man’s nose in, driving in each knee strike with a carnal shout.

As soon as Madara begins to feel himself losing consciousness, he uses all the strength he can muster to block Lee’s next blow. In a split second, he sees a golden opportunity. He narrows his palm into the shape of a blade and lunges it right into Lee’s liver bruise– making him bellow out in devastation.

“AH FUCK--” Lee feels his entire body freeze with sudden agony before collapsing on the mat. 

Madara wastes no time and straddles Lee in his paralyzed state. He steadily wraps his hands around his neck, making sure to dig both thumbs into the larynx and squeezes. 

“Lee, please!” You cry out and shut your eyes, anything to look away from the horror unfolding before you.

Frightened whimpers and sobs echo through the children of the dojo. Orchid and Amanda hold each other through shared cries, while the older students drop their heads in shame. Might Guy and Neji fume in silence as they continue to watch the whole thing unravel. 

Madara watches the light drain from the young warrior’s eyes, and lowers his mouth until it's right by Lee’s ear. 

“Your sensei was my only equal,” Madara confesses. “So all you gotta do is tap. The mat.”

I… I can’t let it end this way.

Lee struggles and shoves his hand in Madara’s face, anything to delay the inevitable.

I have to fight for what’s mine…

Anything to delay the black spots forming in his blurred vision.

I have t-

Lee’s eyes rip open with a panicked gasp, watching Madara grin down at him sadistically. When taking a proper look at the older man, he couldn’t help but ask himself: Why is his right eye always covered with hair? What’s Madara so hellbent on hiding?

Destroy the facade, and you will break the enemy.

The young master stares into Madara’s left eye like it holds the secret to the universe, feeling his wrist bend and fingertips pinch into a hook. Like a snake, Lee’s healthy arm darts straight towards Madara’s face and gouges the eye until it’s plucked completely out of his socket.

The older man jumps off Lee in a mortal panic, screaming from the depths of his core once he realizes what’s been taken from him. He writhes on his back, trembling hands holding his face to cover the open wound.

Lee hacks up a few coughs as he rises to stand on his feet. His fingers drop the eyeball and let it fall to the mat, before thoroughly crushing the small organ with the sole of his foot.

“You’re right: my sensei is your only equal.” Lee takes a few steps closer to the emasculated man before lowering his legs and posture into the horse-stance.

“And that’s why he was able to take your eye. All I had to do was finish the job.”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Madara roars maniacally, scrambling pathetically to get up as more blood pours down his face.

“WHERE ARE YOU! YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD.”

Madara whips his head back to back, literally blinded by the physical trauma of permanently losing one of his senses. He raises his fists in front of him as a last line of hypervigilant defense, anything to delay the inevitable. Lee finishes Madara off with a celebratory war cry and jumping roundhouse kick to the chin, and his unconscious body hits the mat.

The entire crowd goes berserk: an impassioned audience of thousands witnessing history being made firsthand. The students cheer with intergenerational glee while you, Guy, and Neji feel like you’ve lost years of your lifespans.

Before the young master could even celebrate his victory, his body taps out: knees hitting the mat before everything turns to black.

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The plant conservatory is big and grand, like a palace housed by aristocrats. Except nature is what graces such hospitality, and is why you and Lee are sightseeing within it. You both stroll among the semi-transparent corridors of tree vines, wildflowers, and diverse cacti, followed by watching the glow of colorful fish ripple your reflections in the ponds.

You find yourselves sitting at a secluded bench while conversing with one another, aimlessly talking about whatever your hearts desire.

“You really are a trip man,” you side eye Lee with a lively smirk. “How did you even muster the courage to do something like that?”

“It was all or nothing,” Lee leans against the bench and rests his left arm comfortably behind your back. “Shika swore he could really give a damn, but deep down he loved it.”

That sounds exactly like Shika too, an unbothered individual who secretly sees the world as nothing less than his oyster. Of course, he orchestrated strategies to help Lee outsmart his opponents in fights before exclusively committing to real estate. And of course, he never told you about it.

You kiss your teeth with a petulant pout. “He never mentioned much about you.”

Lee ogles at you knowingly. “He never mentioned much about you.”

“Besides introducing me to your dojo,” you dwell on the moment you first stepped foot on the sparring mat. “He at least did that right.”

“Yeah,” Lee snickers gently before scooting closer to feel more of your heat. “He sure did.”

Anddd your sensei does it again, utterly enrapturing you with his contented grin and those eyes that shamelessly search for your soul. You can feel the weight of his brawny arm press gently against your upper back, a warm reminder of the thrilling safety he provides you. And when the closing proximity causes your knees to touch, an invisible jolt shocks through your core. You straighten your posture to stay focused.

“I uhh… I called that Uchiha guy recently.”

However, there is nothing anyone can say or do that would prepare you for how Lee’s face falls at your revelation: his expression frozen in place before his eyebrows slowly knit together in silent confusion and betrayal. You feel his arm steadily slipping away from your body and a violent chill assaults you with goosebumps. You haven’t felt this cold since the night Shikamaru dumped you. Lee remains quiet and instead lets his calmly offended stare do the talking.

“I-“A panicked exhale escapes your lips. “I just wanted to look for more options.”

“And what options might those be?” The bass in Lee’s voice comes off more accusatory than he intended, and the way you bite your bottom lip to keep it from quivering confirms that. “You don’t listen. Didn’t I tell you he’s a dangerous man?”

“Wha— and you aren’t?!”

All the tension in Lee’s face evaporates as your remark echoes through his mind. His big, enthralling eyes widen with fright as he continues to process the undeniable truth in your words. Your eyes shift to your lap, for you can no longer bear how this man looks at you.

You’re right, not even Lee can deny that he’s a lethal weapon when he chooses to be. It’s what got him through his bleakest moments. It’s a big part of what drew you to him, the way he looks so in control of his life and that no one can bring him down. But now you must re-examine what you want from this beautiful, irreplaceable relationship you’ve both nurtured.

“I’m trying to protect you,” Lee reasons as he lowers his gaze to try and meet yours.

You cradle your head with your hands and squeeze your delicate coils, “I don’t need your protection. I-I need stability. I need peace… At least he’ll pay me my money’s worth.”

“How is selling yourself to Madara gonna bring you any of those things? Talk to me, flower.” Lee cannot stand the way your back hunches, the way you’re slipping into your unforgiving mind rather than being here with him. “Didn’t you agree to just volunteer at Mighty Rock?”

“Yeah- but I can’t do it anymore! I just can’t,” you hate that Lee heard your voice crack desperately. That he can see you cracking desperately. And now, you refuse to lift your chin up. You refuse to let him see the tears again. You refuse to let him see the mess you’ve made of yourself again.

“I thought that I could handle it, that I could take it. I thought that the kids would suffice 'cause they need me, y’know?”

The man beside you remains silent, adamant about making sure he understands your disposition rather than projecting his needs onto your own.

“But my job- my real job…” you hiccup a few breaths to constrain your weeping, and the sound makes Lee want to die a little. “It’s tearing me apart…. It’s tearing me apart.”

The cherry on top is that this is nothing new for you. Time and time again you paid the spiritual price that nursing commands while trying to live a fulfilling life. But the one thing that’s always destroyed you is the unrelenting pride within that refuses to identify itself as a victim, and would rather flay your mental health than do so. You have honest-to-god never felt this brand of despair in your entire life.

You flinch at the instant, all-encompassing warmth surrounding you. Two solid, hefty arms pull you in until your face is smushed between Lee’s broad shoulders- his cologne mixed delectably with his natural musk. The way he holds you tight until there’s no space left between you combined with the feeling of his heartbeat makes you heady with bliss. You can’t move and you don’t want to.

“…Guy Sensei used to tell me this every time I felt like quitting taijutsu,” He coos lovingly. “Wanna hear it, baby?”

When you respond with a sniffle, you feel a deep chuckle reverberate from Lee’s chest. 

“Okay,” he clears his throat which tugs at your lips a bit. “He’d say: If you lose your dream, you will suffer more than you do now… You and I are just fools who can’t live without… our warrior way. It’s our nindo.”

You feel Lee’s shirt absorb some of your tears as you take the time to process his words. With that statement alone, you can tell just how invaluable Lee and Might Guy’s bond is. The fact that Lee is willing to pass on such sacred wisdom to you from his sensei makes you feel like you’ve received a gift. Your chest blooms at the realization.

Lee unravels his arms and grips your shoulders so he can look at you. He can’t help but swoon at how adorable you look: with your puffy, tear-stricken face and pouty lips; your runny nose and slightly disheveled coils; the exhausted yet hopeful look in your reddened eyes. He could eat you up.

“I don’t know what your dream is, Y/N. But-“ Your man pulls out some napkins from his back pocket and gently wipes the wetness off your face. “There’s nothing worse than abandoning it. Don’t accept defeat, believe in what you want for yourself.”

Once your face is dry, he focuses on wiping the snot from your nose. His fingers carefully pinch your nostrils. “Blow,” he commands and you do exactly that because he’s taking care of you and you’re too emotionally exhausted to feel embarrassed about it.

After finishing, he tosses the used napkins in a nearby trash can and sanitizes his hands. “I mean- if it helps, just know that I believe in you. Okay?”

That’s when you grab his chin and collide your lips with his own. Lee’s eyes flutter shut as he moans quietly into your soft mouth, the sound alone makes you deepen the kiss. Your hand lets go of his jaw and falls to his brick wall of a chest to feel his heartbeat again. Lee lifts your legs with one arm and places them on his lap for more access, before cupping your round cheeks with his palms to pull you closer. He presses chaste kiss after chaste kiss on your plush lips, reveling at the wet sounds they make every time he pulls away.

“I love you… so much,” You sigh in between his smooches.

Lee reels back, “…Then let me protect you. Promise me you’ll stay away from him.”

His thick brows crease impassionately and you surrender to his stern gaze, “I promise.”

Your date pulls you into his embrace once more and rests his chin on top of your head. 

“And flower?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

You smile gleefully and hug him back, letting the feel of his sturdy body ground you. Lee stares at nothing in particular, simply satisfied with having you like this. But the thought of Madara even talking to you makes his eyes brim with aberrant rage. It makes his jaw clench with bloodlust.

He will not take my woman.

-- Nirvana: Chapter 8

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It’s around a quarter to eleven in the morning when Madara’s eyes crack open from fresh slumber. His burly muscles flex against the sheets before taking a moment to sit up. After yawning a good amount of sleep away, the veteran leaves his bed decorated with two naked women snoring their mouths off. After throwing on a ruby silk robe for decency, Madara pads out of his room and makes his way to the kitchen island.

That is until the telephone ringing in his private office freezes his footsteps. He whips his head in its direction, curiosity peaking his immediate attention. 

“Fuck it,” he whispers before turning his heel. The smell of brewing coffee can wait.

As soon as he seats himself, he plucks the phone from its cradle and raises it to his ear.

“Mr. Uchiha speaking?”

The raspy grovel of his morning voice provokes the arch of your back, but you compulsively bury such a riveting sensation. You did not call this man at the crack of dawn just to get off.

“What if I had conditions of my own?”

Madara’s sharp eyes widen, pleasantly surprised to hear your voice first thing in the morning.

 “It’s nice to hear from you again,” he slouches against his leather chair and spreads his thighs. “I thought you already made up your mind about me.”

“Oh I have,” you retort calmly. “But I haven’t made up my mind about your offer.”

The older man savors the sweet texture of your voice. “Of course you haven’t. I’m quite the businessman, after all.”

The way this man talks alarms you: he likes to get too cryptic for your liking. “Well since you’re quite the businessman, I suggest you answer my questions carefully.”

Oh. 

Aren’t you full of surprises?

“Mhmm.” He hums amusedly, enjoying how elegantly you speak despite your cold attitude. It’s cute. “And what might those questions be, sweetheart?”

You ignore the pet name no matter how much it replays in your head, “Will I have my own private office?”

Madara doesn’t miss a beat, “It’s already equipped with the necessary medical provisions. You can make whatever personal adjustments you like, of course.”

You swing your leg over the other, hovering your keyboard while using one of the hospital computers to browse any info related to the stranger you’re calling.

You wonder what Madara has done to afford such revenue he so generously revealed the first time y’all met. For some reason, he feels confident enough about his lucre to try and buy your services. On top of his claim that you can pick your work hours-

“Then.. What are your conditions for this job offer? And if you lie, I’ll know.”

Madara clicks his tongue, “You won’t, but I’ll still grant your request for honesty.”

Ceasing your mouse-clicking, you side-eye the phone in your hand. 

“All of my terms are listed on a contract- which also documents the entirety of your labor rights. One of the main conditions to bring up is you permanently cutting ties with the Mighty Rock Dojo under my supervision.”

Fragmented memories of Lee and the students flash before your frightened eyes; precious, time-testing moments rush through your mind before you can even process them all. The veteran scoots his sleek rolling chair forward so he can rest his elbows on the Italian maple wood of his desk. His undirected gaze turns murky with anticipation, the corner of his lips tugging up the slightest bit.

“I really am glad you called, Miss Y/n. Now we can plan a time to meet in person and go over every detail. Choose any restaurant you please, I guarantee it won’t be a hassle.” Madara flicks a dismissive hand in the air.

“I have one more question for you, Mr. Uchiha.”

“And what might that be?” He muses while tapping his fingertips.

“Why does Sensei Lee hate you so much?”

Madara ceases all movement, instead using the silence in the air to think. He glances down at a small wooden box sitting beside his PC and opens it to pluck a cigar. He tucks the phone between his ear and shoulder to clip the tube-shaped tobacco. After that, he switches open his lighter and raises its flame to the cylindrical product. 

Your grip on your phone tightens as you glare down at your lap. You can hear your pulse thumping in your ears. The man on the other line doesn’t expect the sudden kick he’s getting out of making you wait for his response, who knew you'd be so fun to push?

“Now, now, dollface.” Smoke blows through his nostrils after inhaling a hefty amount, and his black eyes narrow into a shameless leer. “If you wanted to know more about me you could’ve just asked me out.”

You hang up in defeat, “fuck you.” 

Madara guffaws heartily at your brisk departure; for he was only getting started! After putting his cigar out, he returns his telephone to its cradle. Once he remembers that coffee he was looking forward to, Madara rises from his seat and meanders out of the office. The sound of tantalizing giggles reverberating from his master bedroom stops him in his path once again.

“Daddyyyy, where’d you go~?” A particularly sultry voice calls for him.

“Yeah baby, we miss you~.”

The dark-haired man sighs helplessly before turning his heel, “I guess one more hour couldn’t hurt.”

-- Nirvana: Chapter 8

A/N: Just a lil snippet of some quality Madara + black fem reader banter. This is part of a bigger plot so it's more than potential what-if romance. Like, comment and reblog if you enjoy!

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The plant conservatory is big and grand, like a palace housed by aristocrats. Except nature is what graces such hospitality, and is why you and Lee are sightseeing within it. You both stroll among the semi-transparent corridors of tree vines, wildflowers, diverse cacti, and the colorful glow of fish rippling your reflections in the ponds.

You find yourselves sitting at a secluded bench while conversing with one another, aimlessly talking about whatever your hearts desire.

“You really are a trip man,” you side eye Lee with a lively smirk. “How did you even muster the courage to do something like that?”

“It was all or nothing,” Lee leans against the bench and rests his left arm comfortably behind your back. “Shika swore he could really give a damn, but deep down he loved it.”

That sounds exactly like Shika too, an unbothered individual who secretly sees the world as nothing less than his oyster. Of course, he orchestrated strategies to help Lee outsmart his opponents in fights before exclusively committing to real estate. And of course, he never told you about it.

You kiss your teeth with a petulant pout. “He never mentioned much about you.”

Lee ogles at you knowingly. “He never mentioned much about you.”

“Besides introducing me to your dojo,” you dwell on the moment you first stepped foot on the sparring mat. “He at least did that right.”

“Yeah,” Lee snickers gently before scooting closer to feel more of your heat. “He sure did.”

Anddd your sensei does it again, utterly enrapturing you with his contented grin and those eyes that shamelessly search for your soul. You can feel the weight of his brawny arm press gently against your upper back, a warm reminder of the thrilling safety he provides you. And when the closing proximity causes your knees to touch, an invisible jolt shocks through your core. You straighten your posture to stay focused.

“I uhh… I called that Uchiha guy recently.”

However, there is nothing anyone can say or do that would prepare you for how Lee’s face falls at your revelation: his expression frozen in place before his eyebrows slowly knit together in silent confusion and betrayal. You feel his arm steadily slipping away from your body and a violent chill assaults you with goosebumps. You haven’t felt this cold since the night Shikamaru dumped you. Lee remains quiet and instead lets his calmly offended stare do the talking.

“I-“A panicked exhale escapes your lips. “I just wanted to look for more options.”

“And what options might those be?” The bass in Lee’s voice comes off more accusatory than he intended, and the way you bite your bottom lip to keep it from quivering confirms that. “You don’t listen. Didn’t I tell you he’s a dangerous man?”

“Wha— and you aren’t?!”

All the tension in Lee’s face evaporates as your remark echoes through his mind. His big, enthralling eyes widen with fright as he continues to process the undeniable truth in your words. Your eyes shift to your lap, for you can no longer bear how this man looks at you.

You’re right, not even Lee can deny that he’s a lethal weapon when he chooses to be. It’s what got him through his bleakest moments. It’s a big part of what drew you to him, the way he looks so in control of his life and that no one can bring him down. But now you must re-examine what you want from this beautiful, irreplaceable relationship you’ve both nurtured.

“I’m trying to protect you,” Lee reasons as he lowers his gaze to try and meet yours.

You cradle your head with your hands and squeeze your delicate coils, “I don’t need your protection. I-I need stability. I need peace… At least he’ll pay me my money’s worth.”

“How is selling yourself to Madara gonna bring you any of those things? Talk to me, flower.” Lee cannot stand the way your back hunches, the way you’re slipping into your unforgiving mind rather than being here with him. “Didn’t you agree to just volunteer at Mighty Rock?”

“Yeah- but I can’t do it anymore! I just can’t,” you hate that Lee heard your voice crack desperately. That he can see you cracking desperately. And now, you refuse to lift your chin up. You refuse to let him see the tears again. You refuse to let him see the mess you’ve made of yourself again.

“I thought that I could handle it, that I could take it. I thought that the kids would suffice 'cause they need me, y’know?”

The man beside you remains silent, adamant about making sure he understands your disposition rather than projecting his needs onto your own.

“But my job- my real job…” you hiccup a few breaths to constrain your weeping, and the sound makes Lee want to die a little. “It’s tearing me apart…. It’s tearing me apart.”

The cherry on top is that this is nothing new for you. Time and time again you paid the spiritual price that nursing commands while trying to live a fulfilling life. But the one thing that’s always destroyed you is the unrelenting pride within that refuses to identify itself as a victim, and would rather flay your mental health than do so. You have honest-to-god never felt this brand of despair in your entire life.

You flinch at the instant, all-encompassing warmth surrounding you. Two solid, hefty arms pull you in until your face is smushed against Lee’s solid chest- his cologne mixed delectably with his natural musk. The way he holds you tight until there’s no space left between you combined with the feeling of his steady heartbeat makes you heady with bliss. You can’t move and you don’t want to.

“…Guy Sensei used to tell me this every time I felt like quitting taijutsu,” He coos lovingly. “Wanna hear it, baby?”

When you respond with a sniffle, you feel a deep chuckle reverberate from Lee’s chest. 

“Okay,” he clears his throat which tugs at your lips a bit. “He’d say: If you lose your dream, you will suffer more than you do now… You and I are just fools who can’t live without… our warrior way. It’s our nindo.”

You feel Lee’s shirt absorb some of your tears as you take the time to process his words. With that statement alone, you can tell just how invaluable Lee and Might Guy’s bond is. The fact that Lee is willing to pass on such sacred wisdom to you from his sensei makes you feel like you’ve received a gift. Your chest blooms at the realization.

Lee unravels his hold and grips your shoulders so he can look at you. He can’t help but swoon at how adorable you look: with your puffy, tear-stricken cheeks and pouty lips; your runny nose and slightly disheveled coils; the exhausted yet hopeful look in your reddened eyes. He could eat you up.

“I don’t know what your dream is, Y/n. But-“ Your man pulls out some napkins from his back pocket and gently wipes the wetness from your face. “There’s nothing worse than abandoning it. Don’t accept defeat, believe in what you want for yourself.”

Once your face is dry, he focuses on wiping the snot from your nose. His fingers carefully pinch your nostrils. “Blow,” he commands and you do exactly that because he’s taking care of you and you’re too emotionally exhausted to feel embarrassed about it.

After finishing, he tosses the used napkins in a nearby trash can and sanitizes his hands. “I mean- if it helps, just know that I believe in you. Okay?”

That’s when you grab his chin and collide your lips with his own. Lee’s eyes flutter shut as he moans quietly into your soft mouth, the sound alone makes you deepen the kiss. Your hand releases his jaw and falls to his juicy pecs to feel that heartbeat again. Lee lifts your legs with one arm and places them on his lap for more access, before cupping your round cheeks with his palms to pull you closer. He presses chaste kiss after chaste kiss on your plush lips, reveling at the wet sounds they make every time he pulls away.

“I love you… so much,” You sigh in between his smooches.

Lee reels back, “…Then let me protect you. Promise me you’ll stay away from him.”

His thick brows crease impassionately and you surrender to his stern gaze, “I promise.”

Your date pulls you into his embrace once more and rests his chin on top of your head. 

“And flower?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

You smile gleefully and hug him back, letting the feel of his sturdy body ground you. Lee stares at nothing in particular, simply satisfied with having you like this. But the thought of Madara even talking to you makes his eyes brim with aberrant rage. It makes his jaw clench with bloodlust.

He will not take my woman.

-- Nirvana: Chapter 8

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[blimbosworlddd]

— the store is now open!

the coolness of the freezer blew against your nipples making them harden against the rose gold bar. you could hear customers. the opening and closing of the drink doors, how connie flirted with almost everyone he saw, the sport car engines that roared just outside, and the signature bell that dinged with every open and close. “you like this? such a slut sweet thang” ony’s country twang had your pussy clenching against him, your hands trying to grip the hard cold ground but it was impossible. “t-too deepp” you whined bitting your glossed lip. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, ony’s fat mushroom head plunging at every given spot inside of you.

“that’s how you like it mama.” he did a slight chuckle, then hissed slapping her ass and looking at the glass door to the drinks open almost right by where you two played. onyankopon smirked eyeing the man who was grabbing too many damn drinks than necessary. he could feel you tense, then squeeze his cock, his strokes slowing but the sound of your wet pussy never wavered. to top it off the small hiccuped whine you let out made the coustmers eyebrows frown, eyes looking up through the shelves”

“shut. the. fuck. up.” he gritted through his teeth pounding you. he spread your ass cheeks going deeper into your making your knees unlock which almost made you fall but onyankopon was quicker. it was already too late. he locked eyes with the man, continuing to beat your cunt and ignore how your squirted bitting your hand while your head rested against his shoulder. “you wanted to get caught huh ma?” ony spread his legs a little further, gripping the back of your thigh and picking you up fucking you up and down his length. the man continued to watch a feeling of ‘this is wrong - but too good to look away’ dawning onto him.

“o-onyyyy fuckk i-can’t baby” you knew - that your boyfriend knew - you loved what was happening right now. the way your pussy got extra juicy at the preying eyes, added with the overstimulation, and ony’s signature scent. “you can. ony’s big girl right sweetheart? take yo dick.” your squeaked at the feeling of you now getting slid up and down him slowly, the coolness of the freezer doing nothing to cool your hot bodies. the man who watched the whole ordeal dropped his Arizonans with a hard dick running out of the corner store.

connie - with a knowing smirk; sat down his magazine and gave him a small wave. “thanks for coming see you next time!”

[blimbosworlddd]

It’s around a quarter to eleven in the morning when Madara’s eyes crack open from fresh slumber. His burly muscles flex against the sheets before taking a moment to sit up. After yawning a good amount of sleep away, the veteran leaves his bed decorated with two naked women snoring their mouths off. After throwing on a ruby silk robe for decency, Madara pads out of his room and makes his way to the kitchen island.

That is until the telephone ringing in his private office freezes his footsteps. He whips his head in its direction, curiosity peaking his immediate attention. 

“Fuck it,” he whispers before turning his heel. The smell of brewing coffee can wait.

As soon as he seats himself, he plucks the phone from its cradle and raises it to his ear.

“Mr. Uchiha speaking?”

The raspy grovel of his morning voice provokes the arch of your back, but you compulsively bury such a riveting sensation. You did not call this man at the crack of dawn just to get off.

“What if I had conditions of my own?”

Madara’s sharp eyes widen, pleasantly surprised to hear your voice first thing in the morning.

 “It’s nice to hear from you again,” he slouches against his leather chair and spreads his thighs. “I thought you already made up your mind about me.”

“Oh I have,” you retort calmly. “But I haven’t made up my mind about your offer.”

The older man savors the sweet texture of your voice. “Of course you haven’t. I’m quite the businessman, after all.”

The way this man talks alarms you: he likes to get too cryptic for your liking. “Well since you’re quite the businessman, I suggest you answer my questions carefully.”

Oh. 

Aren’t you full of surprises?

“Mhmm.” He hums amusedly, enjoying how elegantly you speak despite your cold attitude. It’s cute. “And what might those questions be, sweetheart?”

You ignore the pet name no matter how much it replays in your head, “Will I have my own private office?”

Madara doesn’t miss a beat, “It’s already equipped with the necessary medical provisions. You can make whatever personal adjustments you like, of course.”

You swing your leg over the other, hovering your keyboard while using one of the hospital computers to browse any info related to the stranger you’re calling.

You wonder what Madara has done to afford such revenue he so generously revealed the first time y’all met. For some reason, he feels confident enough about his lucre to try and buy your services. On top of his claim that you can pick your work hours-

“Then.. What are your conditions for this job offer? And if you lie, I’ll know.”

Madara clicks his tongue, “You won’t, but I’ll still grant your request for honesty.”

Ceasing your mouse-clicking, you side-eye the phone in your hand. 

“All of my terms are listed on a contract- which also documents the entirety of your labor rights. One of the main conditions to bring up is you permanently cutting ties with the Mighty Rock Dojo under my supervision.”

Fragmented memories of Lee and the students flash before your frightened eyes; precious, time-testing moments rush through your mind before you can even process them all. The veteran scoots his sleek rolling chair forward so he can rest his elbows on the Italian maple wood of his desk. His undirected gaze turns murky with anticipation, the corner of his lips tugging up the slightest bit.

“I really am glad you called, Miss Y/n. Now we can plan a time to meet in person and go over every detail. Choose any restaurant you please, I guarantee it won’t be a hassle.” Madara flicks a dismissive hand in the air.

“I have one more question for you, Mr. Uchiha.”

“And what might that be?” He muses while tapping his fingertips.

“Why does Sensei Lee hate you so much?”

Madara ceases all movement, instead using the silence in the air to think. He glances down at a small wooden box sitting beside his PC and opens it to pluck a cigar. He tucks the phone between his ear and shoulder to clip the tube-shaped tobacco. After that, he switches open his lighter and raises its flame to the cylindrical product. 

Your grip on your phone tightens as you glare down at your lap. You can hear your pulse thumping in your ears. The man on the other line doesn’t expect the sudden kick he’s getting out of making you wait for his response, who knew you'd be so fun to push?

“Now, now, dollface.” Smoke blows through his nostrils after inhaling a hefty amount, and his black eyes narrow into a shameless leer. “If you wanted to know more about me you could’ve just asked me out.”

You hang up in defeat, “fuck you.” 

Madara guffaws heartily at your brisk departure; for he was only getting started! After putting his cigar out, he returns his telephone to its cradle. Once he remembers that coffee he was looking forward to, Madara rises from his seat and meanders out of the office. The sound of tantalizing giggles reverberating from his master bedroom stops him in his path once again.

“Daddyyyy, where’d you go~?” A particularly sultry voice calls for him.

“Yeah baby, we miss you~.”

The dark-haired man sighs helplessly before turning his heel, “I guess one more hour couldn’t hurt.”

-- Nirvana: Chapter 8

A/N: Just a lil snippet of some quality Madara + black fem reader banter. This is part of a bigger plot so it's more than potential what-if romance. Like, comment and reblog if you enjoy!

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[blimbosworlddd]

I think it’s weird people don’t talk to themselves

[blimbosworlddd]

“Why don’t I just walk out of this arena right now and act like none of this ever happened?” You challenge.

Lee frowns as he lets his hand fall from your shoulder to caress your arm. You hate how good it feels. You also hate how he looks at you- as if there’s still no one else in the world he’d rather look at than you.

“Because we both know you won’t,” he answers. “Look, I know you deserve better than this, and baby I am so sorry that you’ve been dragged into it. But I’m never gonna let him hurt you.”

You drop your gaze to the floor with a rueful chuckle, “Yeah, whatever.”

Lee lifts your chin up with a chilling quickness: a stern gaze carrying such frightening resolve, like he’s offended you would even consider doubting him. It sucks away your breath, stirring that familiar heat between your legs. 

“I will protect you,” he vows, the stark authority in his low voice sending shivers down your back. When Lee gets like this, anything he says is law. This is just your first time experiencing it. “You understand?”

There’s a foreign hunger behind his eyes. A shameless oath to keep you safe- it melts you from the inside.

You ogle at pretty lips while resting your hands on his broad chest. You steadily run your fingers up to feel his contours until they reach his nape, not really grasping that your tender movements are melting him just as overwhelmingly. Deep down, you know Lee would do anything to protect you. Your faith in him is simply being tested on a greater scale.

“Yeah, I… I understand,” you mutter shyly.

Lee relaxes with a soft grin at your compliance. What did I do to deserve you? He swoons to himself.

Your hands pull him in, relieved that you can embrace him with no resistance. Your foreheads lean into each other, basking in the closest thing to quiet you both will ever share for the day. But when you’re this close, it’s easy to block everything else out. You slightly angle your head to the side, nose swiping his cheek as you lean in for a kiss. And when your lips slowly interlock, he happily breathes in the sweetness of your scent. He wraps his strong arms around your pudgy waist and pulls you flush against him. This is really all he needs: to encase the love of his life in his arms.

Reluctantly, Lee gradually pulls back from your lips but not too far from where he was initially.

“I know we’ve been dating for quite some time, but uhh…” He breathes while gently rubbing your curves. His eyes dart in random directions, thinking of what to say before looking at you. You stroke his warm cheek with a reassuring thumb, urging him to take his time.

And when he finally meets your gaze, you’re left haunted by the pure vulnerability in his glistening eyes.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

It’s crazy how despite the countless times you’ve daydreamed about some random guy professing to you, never in your life would you have expected it to unfold this way. Despite your career goals, despite your individual pursuit of greatness, this is truly all you’ve ever wanted in life. Maybe… maybe it’s not only magical for some. 

As you take the time to gush over your new- and hopefully last- romantic partner, Lee notices Neji approaching with carefully wrapped ice packs in hand, ultimately ripping him from his love-induced trance. 

“Our dojo will be back on the mat soon,” Announces Neji with a knowing smile. 

Lee throws his cocky game-face on, “Right!”

Guess I’ll answer him later, you think to yourself.

-- Nirvana: Chapter 10

A/N: Hiiiii! This is a teaser of my latest chapter that i've yet to publish. Like, reblog and comment!

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[blimbosworlddd]

Lee practically sprints to his fallen student, kneeling down before her to see her unconscious state. He gently but quickly slides his arms under her frail body and lifts her up. While carrying her back to the back room, the rest of his students follow behind. Luckily, each room has treatment beds and basic medical equipment.

Amanda opens the door so nothing will be in Lee’s way. He frantically scans the room for any necessities, only to find Might Guy, Neji and-

…You.

Beautiful, majestic you. 

Despite the crowd of students surrounding you with glee, the only thing in your field of vision is Lee holding a gravely injured and unconscious Orchid. Your sweet Orchid. You look up at Lee, and the sight simply breaks you: his eyebrows knitted together on top of a gaze haunted by desperate sorror. Lee’s widened eyes flicker down to the student in his arms before looking up to you. He’s trying so hard to keep his wrath at bay. He has to.

Please… help her, his pained face begs.

You take several steady steps towards Lee, as if you fear he will close himself off from you. As if he’d ever do that. You return his despairing stare with a tender one, leaning your forehead against his own. His eyes shut at the feeling of your touch. A distressed sigh escapes his lips as he feels all the pent up shame and fear dissipate from his bones. God, I missed you so much, he tells himself.

You slowly wrap your arms securely around Orchid’s body, waiting patiently for Lee to let go. And when he does, you carry her to the nearest bed you can find. You lay her down and the first thing you notice is a purple-adjacent bruise in the center of her throat. You glare at it in subtle horror. The students surrounding the bed mirror your expression. You check the pulse right below her jaw, and luckily she’s still breathing.

-- Nirvana: Chapter 9

AN: Hello all! This is a snippet from my latest chapter of Nirvana. I decided to show this part instead of the fight scenes cuz i gotta revise them. T-T Any questions you have just message me. Enjoy the rabbit hole of my fic!

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[blimbosworlddd]

“Why don’t I just walk out of this arena right now and act like none of this ever happened?” You challenge.

Lee frowns as he lets his hand fall from your shoulder to caress your arm. You hate how good it feels. You also hate how he looks at you- as if there’s still no one else in the world he’d rather look at than you.

“Because we both know you won’t,” he answers. “Look, I know you deserve better than this, and baby I am so sorry that you’ve been dragged into it. But I’m never gonna let him hurt you.”

You drop your gaze to the floor with a rueful chuckle, “Yeah, right.”

Lee lifts your chin up with a chilling quickness: a stern gaze carrying such frightening resolve, like he’s offended you would even consider doubting him. It sucks away your breath, stirring that familiar heat between your legs. 

“I will protect you,” he vows, the stark authority in his low voice sending shivers down your back. When Lee gets like this, anything he says is law. This is just your first time experiencing it. “You understand?”

There’s a foreign hunger behind his eyes. A foreign hunger for whatever it takes to keep you safe- it melts you from the inside.

You ogle at his pretty lips while resting your hands on his broad chest. You slowly run your fingers up to feel his contours until they reach his nape, not really grasping that your tender movements are melting him just as overwhelmingly. Deep down, you know Lee would do anything to protect you. Your faith in him is simply being tested on a greater scale.

“Yeah, I… I understand,” you mutter shyly.

Lee relaxes with a soft grin at your compliance. What did I do to deserve you? He swoons to himself.

Your hands pull him in, relieved that you can embrace him with no resistance. Your foreheads lean into each other, basking in the closest thing to quiet you both will ever share for the day. But when you’re this close, it’s easy to block everything else out. You slightly angle your head to the side, nose swiping his cheek as you lean in for a kiss. And when your lips languidly interlock, he happily breathes in the sweetness of your scent. He wraps his strong arms around your pudgy waist and pulls you flush against him. This is really all he needs: to encase the love of his life in his hold.

Reluctantly, Lee gradually pulls back from your lips but not too far from where he was initially.

“I know we’ve been dating for quite some time, but uhh…” He breathes while gently rubbing your curves. His eyes dart in random directions, thinking of what to say before looking at you. You stroke his warm cheek with a reassuring thumb, urging him to take his time.

And when he finally meets your gaze, you’re left haunted by the pure vulnerability in those mesmeric eyes.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

It’s crazy how despite the countless times you’ve daydreamed about some random guy professing to you, never in your life would you have expected it to unfold this way. Despite your career goals, despite your individual pursuit of greatness, this is truly all you’ve ever wanted in life. Maybe… maybe it’s not only magical for some. 

As you take the time to gush over your new- and hopefully last- romantic partner, Lee notices Neji approaching with carefully wrapped ice packs in hand, ultimately ripping him from his love-induced trance. 

“Our dojo will be back on the mat soon,” Announces Neji with a knowing smile. 

Lee throws his game-face on, “Right!”

Guess I’ll answer him later, you think to yourself.

-- Nirvana: Chapter 10

A/N: Hiiiii! This is a teaser of my latest chapter that i've yet to publish. Like, reblog and comment!

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