"What the hell is that?"
Romano slowly got up from the couch he was having his siesta on and walked to the door. He was just about to open it when-
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"Lovino! Let me in! I know you took it! Give me my tomato seeds back!"
The Italian stopped himself from opening the door and frowned. It was [Name]. Shit. He really didn't want to deal with this right now. He was missing his siesta because of you. Screw it. He would just tell you he didn't know what he was talking about. Hopefully you would buy it and go bug someone else.
Lovino sighed and turned the knob, opening the door. 'Lets get this over with.'
"What the hell are you going on about, idiota?"
He barely had time to react before you tackled him to the ground, straddling his hips with hands on either side of his head.
"Don't bullshit me, Lovino! I know you took them! I'm not stupid!"
"Don't get your panties all in a wad! I don't know anything about any damn tomato seeds!"
You suddenly became very aware that h
“What have you been working on lately?”You asked.
“I’ve learned how to do a few new tricks with my fan.”Temari answered.
“I heard Tenten is coming to Suna to visit us! We should totally have a sleepover while she’s here!” You exclaimed.
“Totally! We can have it at my house.”
You nodded. “So it’s settled. We can go greet Tenten when she comes later today.”
You went to a small park to rest for a little before you went to greet Tenten. Sitting on this swing brought back memories for you.
You were 7 years old when you met Gaara for the first time. You wanted to go to the park that day and you went there alone for the first time. You brought a shovel and pail so you could play in the sandbox. Your favorite things at the park were the sandbox and the swings. When yo
The two of you had currently been in your backyard, addressing the same problem you had been addressing for the majority of the year, now. That problem being…
You were extremely aquaphobic.
Showers were fine, taps were fine – baths were not, pools were not, the beach was not. You didn’t know what it was that terrified you so much about water—no, actually, that was a lie. You were entirely aware of what caused you to live in constant fear. You had almost drowned on your trip to the beach last year; you remembered the suffocating feeling of water filling your lungs. The waves were rough, and they were too strong for you to overpower. The pure terror that wracked your nerves was something that was constantly renewed whenever you so much as looked at a sink full of water.
You shook your head furiously at Levi’s demand. “No, no, I