Rock Lee

With one hand over her eyes like a visor, Sakura looked out into the beach. It seemed she wasn’t the only one intent on soaking up the sun’s rays. How could she be? It was a beautiful day.

Content with the spot she’d chosen, Sakura sat her belongings in the shade of what appeared to be the only other available umbrella. Maybe today was her lucky day after all… Although… To be honest, she’d been waiting in the nearby convenience store for the couple who previously sat there to leave and when they had, that’s when the pinkette made her elegant entrance onto the beach– acting as casually as she could, although she wondered if anyone had seen her come out of her hiding spot.

Pulling a beach towel out of her bag, Sakura set it down just outside of the umbrella’s shadow before she unwrapped the red sarong she’d previously tied around her hips.

If she was going to attain any sort of color (apart from cherry red) on her pale skin, she’d have to load up on that tanning lotion.

… Not that this ever really worked for her… what was she thinking?

Hesitant, she pulled the bottle out of her bag and stared at it. She could see her bottle of sunscreen at the bottom of her bag now… It was taunting her and her gaze shifted from the tanning lotion in her hands to the sunscreen in her bag, until she caught sight of someone approaching her out of the corner of her eyes.

He looked… uncomfortable… but what really caught her wide, emerald gaze, were the thick eyebrows he sported. She just couldn’t… get her eyes… off of them…

“Uh…. Are you okay?”

“Oh no. What was the plan again? Why did I do this? Why did I think I could do this?” These were the thoughts that raced through Lee’s head has he panicked, still standing in front of this girl. Now the hot sun was not the only thing making him sweat. “Okay,” Lee thought. “Just try and be cool. Say something a cool person would say.”

He cleared his throat. “Hello, my name is Roc—” Suddenly, a wad of saliva got caught up in Lee’s throat. He began to cough uncontrollably. “My *cough cough* My name is *cough cough cough*” His coughing fit got so bad that he was bent over with his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. “Okay, Lee, bad start, but you can still recover.”

Lee was low enough to have one hand on the ground trying to hold himself up. “My name is Rock L—” Before he could get it out, a gust of wind swept by and blew a bunch of sand right in Lee’s face. “My eyes!” He tried to contain himself, but he was taking a beating here. He fell prone. Never willing to accept defeat, Lee lifted his head one more time.

What makes you the most emotional about your muse?

What made you decide to write this muse?

If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?

If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

What do you love about your muse?

What do you hate about your muse?

What about your muse amuses you?

What about your muse makes you sad?

How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

Why do you think you connect to your muse?

What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

Shikamaru turned to face his uninvited companion. He could tell instantly that there was no way he’d be able to get out of this little unwanted interaction and it would be simpler and easier to just indulge this Lee guy.

“I haven’t been here long enough to determine if I like the place or not. But at least these area feels a bit like home so it’s decent for now.” He replied calmly as he let his gaze go back towards the clouds. From what he had read about the school and seen on his tour earlier that year it seemed lively with several different ways to keep students entertained so he wouldn’t be board which was a good thing at least.

“Name’s Shikamaru. You said your name was Lee right? What’s your opinion on this school?”

Lee was relieved that Shikamaru wasn’t walking away yet. He answered excitedly, “Oh, it is a very good school! There is a variety of departments, so there are lots of different kinds of people to meet.” Lee thought about Shikamaru and what a new student might be interested in hearing.

“There are also lots of clubs to join if you’re interested in any of them,” he said. Lee laughed nervously. “Hey, if you join lots of clubs, you might even become as popular as me one day. I am the most popular boy in school!” he lied.

Today was a bit of a low energy day for Lee, something that rarely happened for him. Lee was excited to have been learning so much in school, but something was missing. His grades were up, but he realized he’d been having some difficulty making new friends on campus. Maybe he’s been focusing a little too much on school? He needed to take a walk to clear his mind.

Lee came around to a small forest area on campus. “Perhaps the calm sway of the trees will comfort me,” he thought to himself. He wandered onto the grass and, in his loneliness, struck up a conversation with a tree. “Oh… tree…” he began, realizing the ridiculousness of this conversation, “Is it my own fault for not finding friends?” He sighed, and dropped to the ground crossing his legs, still looking up at the tree. “Give me a sign! Point me in the direction of a friend!”

Lee fell backwards and lied supine on the ground. He locked his eyes onto a leaf that had just blow off the tree and began floating away. His eyes followed this leaf until all of a sudden, another boy came into his view, who also just happened to be lying in the grass just a few meters away! Lee stood up and faced the other boy’s direction for a second. He turned his head back to the tree. “…Thanks!” he said, and immediately ran towards this new face.

He shouted to the boy, still a few meters away, “Hello, my name is Rock Lee! Would you like to be my friend!?”

Shikamaru should have known better than to trust all the luck he was getting today. It always had the tendency to bite him in the ass.

He knew that the area he was in wasn’t going to be as peaceful as at home since it was still on school grounds. He was easily proven right not long after he had closed his eyes and heard some guy talking to a tree or something a few meters away. Or at least he assumed since he could only make out the word tree and didn’t hear any other voice join in.

The dark haired male could only hope that whoever this person was, they left soon. He wanted solitude to unwind from the hectic week and he didn’t want to make any possible enemies so soon. But of course, his luck had run out already. Soon he heard the rustling of the grass followed by rapid foot steps and the voice of the same guy happily greeting him and requesting friendship.

Lee thought about if he’d seen this boy before, and he couldn’t remember a single time. “You must be new here,” he said cheerfully. He plopped down awkwardly, lying on his side with his hand holding up his head. “How are you liking TTU so far?”

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

The past few days for Shikamaru had been nothing but annoying. Sorting through his stuff at home with his best friends had been the decent part of the week yet just as bad and leaving his home and crying mother had been the worst only because he’s mother suddenly didn’t want him to go. He had never considered just how frustrating college could be, and this wasn’t even the start of it all.

Arriving at the university had been easy but still just as annoying only because now he didn’t have the help he had at home in unpacking, which sucked since his only source of help had been his absent roommate, but nothing could have been done about that since he had arrived later than planned. At least a majority of his unpacking had been done and now he could spend the rest of his time trying to find his perfect spot to laze about in. He knew it was going to be hard to find something just like home, but he could only hope that there was at least something.

Lucky for him, it didn’t take him long to find an area near the small forest on school grounds. It almost felt like home if he ignored the rest of the school area and the lack of deer that would laze about with him. Now all he had to do was test the area out. A small sigh escaped his body as he let himself fall back on the ground and stared up at the sky

Lee came around to a small forest area on campus. “Perhaps the calm sway of the trees will comfort me,” he thought to himself. He wandered onto the grass and, in his loneliness, struck up a conversation with a tree. “Oh… tree…” he began, realizing the ridiculousness of this conversation, “Is it my own fault for not finding friends?” He sighed, and dropped to the ground crossing his legs, still looking up at the tree. “Give me a sign! Point me in the direction of a friend!”

Lee fell backwards and lied supine on the ground. He locked his eyes onto a leaf that had just blow off the tree and began floating away. His eyes followed this leaf until all of a sudden, another boy came into his view, who also just happened to be lying in the grass just a few meters away! Lee stood up and faced the other boy’s direction for a second. He turned his head back to the tree. “…Thanks!” he said, and immediately ran towards this new face.

He shouted to the boy, still a few meters away, “Hello, my name is Rock Lee! Would you like to be my friend!?”