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The first week of September hit the campus of Konoha University like a wave of caffeine-fueled chaos. Students lugged suitcases, fought over elevators, and tried to decode campus maps like they were ancient scrolls. Among them, Uzumaki Naruto moved through the crowd like he owned the place—because, in some ways, he did.
Everyone knew Naruto. He had that kind of presence. Golden hair, bright grin, an infectious laugh that echoed across lecture halls. He was on the university's volleyball team, organized the wildest parties, and somehow still passed his classes despite skipping half of them. Professors sighed at his name; girls swooned. Guys wanted to be him, or at least be with him.
Naruto had it all. Or at least, that's what everyone thought.
He swung his duffel bag over one shoulder and glanced at the dorm list. "Room 314. East Hall."
"Hell yeah. Third floor, corner suite," he muttered, grinning.
Naruto had requested a single. He had assumed he'd get a single. He was Naruto Uzumaki, after all. People bent rules for him like it was tradition. So when he pushed open the door to 314 and saw another suitcase already tucked in the corner, his grin faltered.
"The hell...?"
Across the room, a dark-haired guy stood with his back turned, methodically unpacking books. Lots of books. Stacked in neat rows, alphabetized. His side of the room was already immaculately arranged—bed made, desk lamp in place, laptop humming softly.
Naruto stepped in, dropping his bag loudly onto his bed. "Yo."
The other guy didn't turn around.
Naruto blinked. "You deaf or just rude?"
That got a glance. The guy turned, slowly. Pale skin. Dark, tired eyes. Raven-black hair that curled slightly at the nape. There was something sharp and cold in his gaze, like the edges of a broken bottle.
"I heard you," he said quietly.
Naruto raised an eyebrow. "And?"
"And I didn't think it required a reply."
"Wow. Okay." Naruto flopped onto his bed, arms spread wide. "Off to a great start. Roomie bonding in full swing."
The silence stretched.
"Sasuke Uchiha," the guy muttered finally. "That's my name. In case you need it."
"Sasuke, huh?" Naruto sat up on his elbows. "Wait... Uchiha? Like the scholarship kid? The one who never talks?"
Sasuke's jaw tightened.
"Damn, didn't think you were real. People say you live in the library basement."
"I don't."
Naruto smirked. "You sure? Kinda smell like it."
Sasuke gave him a withering look and turned back to unpacking.
It wasn't exactly love at first sight.
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Over the next few days, Naruto tried to get used to sharing his space. Sasuke didn't talk much. He woke up early, stayed out late, and somehow made Naruto feel loud just by existing. He barely ate—Naruto noticed that quick. Some dry crackers. Half a protein bar. Once, just coffee.
Naruto, on the other hand, brought takeout, energy drinks, and ramen cups that made the whole room smell like spices. Sasuke never complained—he just moved a little further away every time.
"You know," Naruto said one evening, slurping loudly. "You can, like, sit and eat with me. It's not illegal."
Sasuke didn't look up from his laptop. "I already ate."
Naruto glanced at the trash. Nothing there.
Liar, he thought, but didn't press. Yet.
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Classes began that Monday. Naruto was a communications major—figured, since he talked more than anyone should. Sasuke was pre-law, with a minor in psych. Naruto found that out by accidentally opening the wrong notebook and being hit with a tidal wave of tiny, perfect handwriting and color-coded tabs.
Sasuke was smart. Freakishly smart. The kind of smart that made professors pause mid-lecture to ask him questions, and other students roll their eyes or whisper behind their hands.
But none of them really knew him.
Naruto started to notice it.
How Sasuke skipped meals more often than not.
How his clothes hung looser than they should.
How his eyes, always sharp, were ringed with shadows.
Naruto told himself it wasn't his business.
But that didn't stop him from watching. Noticing. Caring.
And somewhere in that strange, electric quiet between ramen cups and late-night study sessions, something started to shift.
Naruto didn't know it yet—but Sasuke was becoming his favorite mystery.