#sorry everything

“So i went to this new hair stylist and...”

And you stoped listening. What was the point, anyway? the dobe wouldn’t shut up his mouth even if you beging him (not now. not ever) Every single time Naruto begin to talk about his freaking hair, is a ball in the snow: it gets ridiculously bigger and just... he won’t stop.

So you walk by his side not even bothring to nodd at him or to even look at him. You are so over this topic. In fact, you have things much (oooo, so much important) that his horrible hair anyway. Like the supermarket list, o thinking about your dog.

Popping is a better topic that naruto’s hair. And that is SOMETHING to say about you, mister always clean.

“...and here it is”

“hm”

“Not, really. Bro i know you mind goes off when i talk, but you always follow and damn you need a haircut. You really are starting to look like your crazy uncle? the Madara guy? what was his thing anyway? singing the nazi anthem on christas, do you remember?”

How could you forget it.

You look at him. What is the point of replying to his babbling?

It send you to nowhere.

Naruto blinks two times and then tilt his head, smiling slowly

“Men, you really are a freak”

“hm?”

Naruto shakes his head

“Look, just go inside. She will work on that nest of birds you have there” he points to his black hair “you will thank me later, teme”

“Have you even see you hair?” You respond angrily “Really. have you ever check yourself in the mirror? you look ridiculous”

“Just go inside!” He takes you by the shoulders and push against the door “She is waiting for you!”

“Who?!”

“Well” The door opens up, and this girl with freaking pink hair is look at both of you a little creptic “Me”

You don’t like people who dye theirs heads, but for some reason, she seems to rock that pink color like anyone he has seen before.

And men, you have seen a lot of things in this life.