Sasuke and Naruto's secret love recorder

The child on the rooftop of "Stupid" wears big heavy glasses, and her thick bangs make her look listless. Her simple white T-shirt and white trousers are stained with colorful strange paints. If it weren't for her short white hair that stands out in the crowd, she might be just an ordinary child.

The palette in her hand was a mess, the painting on the board was also a mess, and her white hair was even stained with red dye. Opposite her was a little blond man jumping around on the Hokage Rock. The red paint on the Hokage Rock showed that this child was playing a prank.

I looked across at myself and then at my own painting.

Mm, it's perfect. The red paint on the Hokage Rock is exactly the same as the one in the painting.

She is still a loser, she can't even draw well

She is a notorious loser in the Hyuga clan. She has a head of eye-catching white hair, and the children in her clan call her the White-haired Witch.

"Yes. If I eat another 97 kids, I will grow up. You want to be the fourth one?" The child pulled his hair, showing his sharp fangs, and looked at the malicious kid opposite him.

Looking at the crying child running away, the child spit out the fang mold in his mouth with a calm expression.

"Boring"

"It's better to improve your own strength than to play boring pranks, especially telling clumsy lies." At that time, Ningji seemed like a different person. He leaned against the wall with a cold face but with a little imperceptible concern. "You will take office as the homeroom teacher tomorrow, right? If anyone in school bullies you, tell me."

"Thank you, Neji-nii-san," the child said, ignoring the first half of the sentence.

"You... Oh, forget it." Ningji didn't know that his cute sister was growing crooked, dark and withdrawn. She isolated herself and ran around with a drawing board every day, and her drawings were so... unbearable to watch.

"Let me see where my baby has gone. He is all dirty again. Daddy, give him a kiss." Before he even reached the door of his home, a strong male voice lifted the child up easily and kissed him on the dirty cheek. "Hey, my colorful little cat."

"Now Dad is dirty too" The child grabbed the man's hair and rubbed his cheek against his face

"Really? You're holding me even though I'm so dirty. Go wash the clothes later." The woman's gentle voice was filled with helplessness.

"Mom, hold me." The child acted coquettishly. The woman sighed and picked up the child. The dried paint left a light mark on her white skirt. The woman didn't care and smiled warmly, "Baby, what did you draw today?"

"What a fool!" The child asked her mother to put her down, took the small drawing board from her father's hand and held it high, "Mom, look!"

"What a beautiful painting! What is this little yellow dot?" The woman gently rubbed the child's head.

The child "Uzumaki Naruto" showed a beautiful smile, but the man and the woman were stunned at the same time.

"Mom and Dad, I just watched him from a distance. Although I really want to be friends with him, I will remember what the chief said." The child grabbed the edge of his mother's skirt and said

"Why does Xiaorou want to be friends with him?" The woman picked up the child and walked towards home.

"Because he is like a little sun," the child babbled, making big circles with his hands. "Xiao Rou likes the sun, and also likes Uzumaki Naruto."

The woman laughed, her eyes showing infinite tolerance for the child. "But he makes trouble every day, and many people don't like him."

"No, sir, that's annoying. Adults call him a monster and they are the ones bullying him." The child puffed up his cheeks angrily.

"Then Xiaorou should go and be friends with him." The man pinched the child's angry face and said, "My baby is obviously the little sun."

"But..." The child suddenly lay on his mother's shoulder in grievance without saying a word, "Mom, do you also think he is a bad kid?"

"Of course not. Naruto is a little hero, but due to some things, mom and dad are powerless to help him. Don't worry, mom and dad will take care of everything. Xiaorou, just do what you want." The woman patted the child's back gently. "Tomorrow is an important day. Don't get your clothes dirty again."

"Mom, I can wear black clothes," the child said, changing into a cute little tiger pajamas while dragging dirty clothes in his hands.

"Doesn't baby like white the best? Leave the laundry to daddy. Remember to say thank you to daddy." The woman pinched the child's face, which was white and tender, with beautiful big eyes, so precise and cute.

"Dad!" The child ran to the hand-washing area, handed the clothes to the man who was washing clothes, sat down on the ground, put his hands in the big basin and played with the water. "Thank you, Dad, for helping me wash the clothes. I will secretly buy you whatever you want to eat."

What a little angel! The man was already bubbling with happiness, and his hands moved faster. "Then baby, let's go buy it secretly next time. Can you cover for daddy?"

The child made an OK gesture with his tender white hands and smiled at his father.

"What are you buying? You need to cover up for me." A gentle voice sounded, but it was filled with suppressed anger. The child ran away from the scene barefoot.

Today is the day for the new class teacher to be appointed as a jonin. Xiaorou was dressed up beautifully by her mother, with two cute little pigtails tied at the end of her hair. However, Xiaorou insisted on wearing those thick glasses. Although they really wanted to send Xiaorou off, they had a mission today and could not send her off. Instead, the child insisted on sending her parents off.

"I'm so envious." The couple are old partners. The man on the same team felt sad when he saw the child saying goodbye to his parents. He wished his child could be half as well-behaved as hers.

"I'm going to be late." After seeing her parents off, Xiaorou ran towards the direction of Konoha Ninja School with her schoolbag on her back.

"As for Naruto, just deal with him casually. It's important to be stable and don't cause any trouble. As long as you don't take the initiative to contact him, he will distance himself from you as he is just a child."

Xiaorou stopped and looked at the sign that said "Staff Room". Her two small tufts had been removed and her thick glasses obscured her expression.

"Which class are you from? Why didn't you go to class?" The door opened, and a fat man walked out and looked at the little girl at the door.

"Sorry, I'm lost." Xiaorou grabbed the hem of her clothes and walked towards the classroom under the guidance of the fat teacher.

When Xiaorou walked to the classroom door, the little boy with yellow hair was adjusting the position of the blackboard eraser. The two children looked at each other.

"I don't think I've seen you before." Naruto thought for a long time and couldn't remember knowing such a person.

"Hinata Rou, you can call me Xiao Rou. I was assigned to this class." Xiao Rou pulled the edge of her clothes nervously. "Um... do you want me to help you?"

"No, I can do it myself. It would be bad if the homeroom teacher has a bad temper." Naruto smiled widely. "I am..."

Little Naruto also knew that he would be scolded for doing this, but he was more afraid of being forgotten by people than being scolded.

"Uzumaki Naruto, I know," Xiaorou said as she pushed her glasses up. She still helped Naruto fix the blackboard eraser. The whispers around him made Naruto feel a little guilty, so he quietly apologized to Xiaorou.

Xiaorou just smiled and went to the last row of tables alone

The farce was just a farce. Iruka was very angry, but he didn't get angry as Naruto imagined. He asked him to stand in the corridor.

The expectation on Naruto's face turned into surprise and disappointment. Looking at the empty seat with only one left, he hesitated for a while and finally walked to the seat next to Xiaorou. He knew that he was not popular, so he was always alone in the last seat. Suddenly, Naruto felt a little awkward with a deskmate.

Just deal with it casually.

Xiaorou's mind flashed back to what she had unexpectedly heard. She looked at Iruka, then took out a piece of drawing paper from her schoolbag and started to draw.

"What is this?" Naruto looked at the drawing paper handed to him by Xiaorou. It was a little man with yellow hair and frizzy fur, with standard cat whiskers and a big smile. The drawing was ugly, but it made little Naruto hold the corner of the paper tightly.

Except for pranks, no one has ever paid attention to him. Naruto quietly asked if there was any paintbrush. Xiaorou nodded and handed it to him. After a moment, the drawing paper was handed to Xiaorou again.

"So ugly," Xiaorou said as she looked at the tangled lines on the side of the drawing paper and the two big circles that marked her glasses.

"Your painting is also ugly," Naruto said unwillingly. After a moment, he leaned over the table and asked quietly, "Hey... can you give me this painting?"

"I think we can draw a better one," Xiaorou said as she took out the colorful paintbrushes.

"Just one of these will do." Little Naruto blushed, that one was special, it was the first time he felt that he was not so lonely, not everyone hated him, right?

In the end, the two of them picked up their paintbrushes and kept writing and drawing.

Iruka was a little angry, two problem children. He labeled them in his mind and consoled himself, just like his colleague said, just deal with it casually.

In the outdoor class, Iruka led the students to the playground and said, "Instead of introducing yourself, I want to see everyone's ninjutsu skills. It has nothing to do with strength, but just as a reference for my future teaching policy. Let's see everyone's basic ninjutsu clone technique. Let's start with Uchiha Sasuke."

The female classmates burst into screams

He is indeed a genius. His perfect clone technique can be divided into two. Compared with Naruto's clone technique that looks like clay, it is indeed the difference between a genius and a loser.

"I don't know why, but don't hold everything against me." Sasuke jumped down from the tree and walked to Naruto's side.

Xiaorou set up a small drawing board and sat under the tree, looking at Naruto who was said to be troublesome by many people. Even Iruka who stopped several people spoke lightly and did not blame Naruto, which made Naruto more uncomfortable. Even the teacher's eyes were the same as others.

Unwilling to give up, Naruto looked at the teachers and students who were reorganizing the class, his fists clenched tightly, standing alone

"Next, Hinata Rou"

The familiar name made Naruto turn around. Xiaorou was sitting under a tree, painting with a paintbrush, also alone.

"Sorry, teacher, I haven't learned it yet." Xiaorou didn't stop painting, but just said lightly.

"I know her, a loser from the Hyuga branch family who knows nothing about ninjutsu. My friends call her the White-haired Witch." The child's mumbling voice reached Naruto's ears.

"Come here." Iruka was a little angry. He wanted to deal with Naruto, but he didn't want to give up on everyone.

Xiaorou stood in the crowd, her hands forming seals but without making any movement. The laughter continued, but Xiaorou didn't care.

Naruto stood beside the drawing board and watched. The orange and dark blue scenes on her drawing board were intertwined. He had no idea what she was drawing. Xiaorou just continued to dip her brush into the paint.

"Don't you care about what they say?" Naruto asked.

"Why do you always go against Sasuke?" Xiao Rou asked back.

"Because..." People's eyes were focused on him. As long as he got closer and closer to him, people would also focus their eyes on him.

Very boring reason.

Naruto thought about it and asked again, "Do you like Sasuke too?"

Xiaorou didn't answer. Naruto, who was left alone, dozed off against a tree until the get out of class was almost over. When dusk dyed the sky, he looked at Xiaorou's painting and woke up.

He will never forget that arrogant face. Isn't that Sasuke? And isn't the smiling yellow-haired kid on the other side himself?

Although the drawing is still not that good...it is much better than the random drawings they made in class.

"Why did you draw me and that annoying guy together?" Naruto said in frustration.

"Naruto, you have always been against him, but Sasuke doesn't hate you. As expected, Sasuke recognizes you." Xiaorou put away her paintbrush with a dazed look in her eyes. She wiped her glasses with her sleeve reflexively, and the black paint was instantly rubbed on her sleeve.

"I got my clothes dirty again." Xiaorou pouted. She was obviously very careful.

Do you agree? Naruto's eyes lit up.

"I will definitely make everyone look at me with new eyes," Naruto yelled, practicing the Shadow Clone Technique on the side.

The sky gradually darkened. Xiaorou looked up at Naruto who was practicing, but she didn't bother him anymore. She packed up her things and left alone.

At night, it always seems lonely, with empty streets and vendors packing up their things.

"What's wrong, Naruto?" Uncle Ichiraku was the last type. Seeing Naruto walking by listlessly, Uncle Ichiraku greeted him, "Would you like some ramen?"

"Forget it, I don't have money." Naruto refused with a bit of disappointment

"You can buy on credit. We still have a customer," said Uncle Yile with a smile.

"Really? That's great!" Naruto happily rushed into the store

"You look listless. What happened?" Uncle Yile said with some concern.

"No, it's okay, it's just me as usual." Naruto sat on the stool and chatted with Uncle Ichiraku.

Naruto saw a little girl with pigtails next to him who looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before. He held his chin and squinted his eyes.

"Do you want to eat?" The child slurped the noodles and said incoherently, taking out the three-colored meatballs from the plate and handing them to Naruto.

"Rou-chan!" Naruto listened to the voice and kept looking at her face. "You are so cute, why do you cover your face with glasses?"

"If there were a lot of people around me looking at my face and screaming with admiration, I would be very annoyed." Xiaorou smiled

"As arrogant as Sasuke," Naruto laughed, and the two of them slurped their ramen together

"Are you alone too?" Uncle Ichiraku was about to close the shop. Two children stood at the door of the dimmed shop. Naruto asked hesitantly.

"Mom and Dad are on a mission and are not at home." Xiaorou shook her head, stood on tiptoes and touched Naruto's hair again. "You are not alone either."

Really...haha Uzumaki Naruto is not alone either

But when he returned to the empty house, he always felt lonely and uncomfortable. The moonlight made the night not so dark, but it illuminated his empty heart. What does home look like?