I was trying to correct all that shit, and I got an author block. I didn't pursue it anymore, and I said to myself, No one pays me to do this, so screw everything.
we start-
Hiro slowly began to open his eyes, and the light from the open curtains hit him square in the eyes.
Instinctively, he closed his eyes to try to block out the annoying light and put one of his hands over his eyes, but when he did so, he discovered that an immense pain ran through him like a source of electric shock, making him grunt under his breath.
Those sudden movements made him wake up the figure lying on the right side; the figure is none other than Naruko. Sitting on the hospital bed on the right side and very close to Hiro's bed, she jumped like an agile cat and fell on Hiro's bed. Hiro, who, upon seeing the figure that invaded his bed, became a little alarmed.
He recognized her almost instantly as his eyes returned to reality and greeted the energetic girl. "Hello, Naruko," Hiro said in a calmer mood upon seeing the girl safe.
Naruko has a mix of mixed emotions; she didn't know how to start thanking Hiro for everything he had done, but she knew that Hiro didn't want any of that. Even so, Naruko Uzumaki approached in a foolish manner and managed to invade Hiro's personal space and said, Hiro, thank you very much for saving me and... being my friend. The girl said somewhat shyly and turned her face to see Hiro's emotions. Hiro.
Hiro is looking at the girl's smiling face, and he feels very relieved in his heart. He knows very well that he managed to do something good, but hearing the next sweet words full of gratitude and sincere happiness from a girl, he feels happy.
Hiro spoke—Naruko, don't be grateful for me saving you. "It's normal for friends to do things like that, and a thank-you conference is not necessary," he told the astonished girl, who, with her eyes open and her mouth shaped like a small O, looked directly at the quiet boy named Hiro. Hiro notices this and slowly touches the girl's head to begin rubbing her gently as he did in his old life with the kitten he had.
While Hiro remained automatically caressing Naruko's head with his eyes looking forward and Naruko, being a girl, was embarrassed by the display of warmth that was being given to her in this way, she curled up like a cat and brought her head even closer. trying to deepen Hiro's gentle touches.
Hiro came out of his thoughts and looked at the girl who was blushing and had a teary look staring at him. He felt somewhat uncomfortable and quickly withdrew his hand. Fortunately, an old man with a red and white tunic came in, accompanied by a huge hat with some fire kanji in dark charcoal script and woven with fine silk.
The old man approached in a calm and normal manner, as if it were common for the Hokage to walk through hospitals or even visit two orphans, damn it. Hiro thought when he saw the old man, Hiro's cheeks blushed like a drunk, and it's not emotion, it's fear, fear at seeing an authority with tremendous strength that goes beyond what is imagined by normal humans, and now still sitting side by side of the bed in a little chair, the old man looks at them both directly and with a kind smile.
Hiro's thoughts are chaotic, a burning inferno, but like an older boy, he calmed down, and in all this outburst of emotions, Hiro's face was emotionless like a wall.
Naruko, the girl who was being caressed, blushed with embarrassment when she saw the figure she saw as a grandfather and gave him a smile, showing him the lack of two teeth.
The old man spoke, Thank you, Hiro-kun, for saving Naruko-chan. "You don't know how much I regret what happened to her, and even more so when I found out that she didn't have a home because she was expelled, and fortunately you stayed in the hospital, and I want to give you a complete apartment," she said with a soft voice like a spring whisper. The same moment he finished speaking, he took out two pairs of keys and handed them to the two astonished Hiro and Naruko.
Hiro spoke: "Than you, Lord Hokage, for this great gift; we accept it with pleasure. "True, Naruko," he said and looked at the still-static girl, who immediately felt like she was smiling like a pretty fairy.
The hokage smiled when he saw Naruko's reaction. The old man's thoughts are a mystery that Hiro prefers not to discover for the moment; perhaps he is incredulous, but being twenty years old does not compare to a seventy-year-old war veteran who murdered thousands, from people, young and old, to babies.
Naruko saw Hiro's smiling face that is uglier than crying and spoke to him—Hiro, how you make that smile is very beautiful—in an innocent way. She asks that question, and the Hokage also pays attention.
Hiro blushed with embarrassment because the face he makes when smiling is like being constipated, wanting to shit and not being able to get it out. Hiro awkwardly scratched his head and said quietly, Naruko, that smile she was making was uglier than crying, you know. "It's like a constipated face," he awkwardly finished the last words, to which both listeners looked at each other's faces and laughed. Naruko's laugh is loud and makes her lie down on the bed with a red face. The hokage, on the other hand, has a loud laugh but is soft and kind at the same time.
Hiro felt that his cheeks were deep red and he could only be static like a wooden stick, but the door was knocked.