MRS
u-zumakikushina whispered;
Okay. Wanna come over for dinner? We're having fried chicken and boiled eggs.

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“And so, I was forced to turn my back to the world…" 

u-zumakikushina whispered;
"Son."

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Describe me in one word anonymously.

& whilst his love may seem far yonder away,
it is remaining there, dim within a heart of cold,
cracked stone.

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tarry not in his oft numb bearing; as she might
see him as a son, he sees her as a mother.

He was hesitant- merely staring at her before offering a stiff hug. The bouquet of roses presented with a mumbled, "Happy Birthday."

His stare was awkward, causing the red head celebrant to heighten her alert a little; was there something that the young Uchiha boy needed from her?

Though as their distance closed, although Kushina admitted that she was surprised when he did, as his arms wrapped around her feminine form, a smile, bright warm was tugging at her lips. She could feel his stiffness and see him being bashful and hesitant about the action; she knew how shy the young man was at times like this. It was cute, seeing him trying, Kushina would perfectly see his father’s legacy to him, not only in the looks but also in the actions.

Moreso, the Uzumaki felt his effort as a bouquet was handed out to her, it was really, really sweet, (maybe he was forced, one doesn’t know, maybe Mikoto told him to do so), Kushina appreciated the gift by accepting it warmly, her features matching the mirth given off by the flowers.

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     〝Arigatou, Sasuke-kun! I’m really glad ya remembered dattebane!

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