Kairi was at least trying not to make a habit of buying flavoured coffee from what quickly turned into her favorite coffee shop from the main street outside the hospital, but she really had no choice this time. And she didn’t have a choice yesterday. …Or the four or five days before that. Okay, I will drink my pockets empty, and with the way I act sometimes, nobody will believe it’s in coffee and not alcohol. Somebody stop me, I’m going broke and doing wonders for my blood pressure, I’m sure of it. Not to mention my teeth. …Hm.
Yet here the dark-haired student stood again after a long day of working in the hospital, leaning back against a wide oak tree, and sipping the caramel-creamed hot coffee as if it were the tastiest thing in the world. It really was to her, all things considered, because it wasn’t as though she made anything deliciously edible of her own in the kitchen…ever. She wasn’t expecting for a second to catch sight of a semi-familiar flash of blonde hair. Lowering the cup from her lips, she took in his expression for only a moment or two before he could streak by where she was standing on the cobblestone sidewalk. He was dressed casually as before when she first saw him, she remembers. And she’s dressed in the same uptight and neat fashion as her job required of her, clad in a black pleated skirt that goes past her knees, and a cross-ruffled black top to match, adorned with a thin golden belt worn loose around her thin hips; after all, Spring was breaking and the weather was so nice lately. She may as well wear out as many gothic outfits as she has— which is a lot— before summer hits.
But the surveying the male allowed her to realize quickly that he didn’t look to be in too pleasant a mood. …And she was shy herself and averse to much human contact, so Kairi kept it short and brief, waving a free hand as the blonde— Naruto, was it?— trudged along on the sidewalk to her right, hesitant to stop and speak up if he doesn’t approach her first.
Unbeknownst to him, and his lack of caring, Naruto’s…eccentric motions and movements began to go all out as he spastically began to freak out at the possibilities of going home. By god, if they wanted to, his parents could very well take away the vast majority of his music and manga as an attempt of him to “focus on his schoolwork!” What they fail to realize that, since the school-year is on the verge of ending, Naruto has been taking the initiative of studying as much as his small brain could actually handle. He’s pretty sure some authority bullshit of taking away what he loves as an attempt to do better, wouldn’t be the best idea. Schizophrenia at it’s finest!
Or, was it Obsessive-Compulsion Disorder? It was one of those large words that Naruto would keep in an attempt to sound smart. The former usually worked to describe this situation. Someday he’ll have to sit down and have someone actually explain Schizophrenia. Like that Kairi lady he met like, oh, a month or two ago? Man, time flies when you’re on the edge of failing.
As his mind began to race in circles as he texted his mom that he might be a bit late home, (he’s going to get Ramen.) the very calming, very sweet aroma of caramel and colombian coffee beans began to work it’s way up the blonde-haired nutcase’s nose canals like a downhill river. His mouth began to salivate. He hated coffee, but he loooooved candy. He turned around, and speak of the devil, the woman he was just thinking of was right behind him, minding her own business at doing whatever the hell it was women do on nice afternoons like this.
With a friendly wave, Naruto greeted the spectacled-spectacles wearing woman. ”Oii, nice to see you again!”
(Source: theblondejackass, via kairiyutani)