【𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓】

𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

          the morning sky above konoha was brushed in pale gold, like someone had sighed warmth across the rooftops. soft wind rustled laundry lines, shopkeepers swept their porches, and the scent of broth, ink, and crushed flowers drifted on the air.

          𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐊𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐎 walked through the village with light steps and a smile that never left her lips.

          her lavender-to-white haori fluttered gently behind her, silver butterflies stitched across the fabric like they might lift off at any moment. beneath it, her dark shinobi bodysuit shimmered faintly in the sunlight. she moved like still water—quiet, steady, graceful.

          a carpenter's apprentice was crouched near a doorway, sanding a wooden sign. when he noticed her approaching, he sat up straighter, brushing sawdust from his sleeves.“m-miss ameiko! thank you again… for helping my oba-san with her garden.”

          ameiko paused, tilting her head. “she thanked me already,” she said. “with roasted chestnuts… and stories about her cat.”

          he grinned sheepishly. “she said you made her laugh. that’s rare these days.”

          “then perhaps the cat helped more than i did,” she replied with a faint smile, and kept walking.

          a florist’s apprentice stumbled out the shop next, nearly tripping over a basket of marigolds.

          “g-good morning, ameiko-sama! i… i saved you some fresh daisies!” he held one out with both hands, flushed and hopeful.

          ameiko accepted the flower with a small, graceful smile, her fingers brushing the stem. “how kind,” she said. “they’re quite shy in this season… but it seems they trusted you.” he nodded quickly, too flustered to speak. she offered a soft wave, and continued on.

          near the tea shop, an elderly man leaned on his broom, watching her approach with a familiar glint in his eye.“there’s our little butterfly,” he said with a low chuckle. “drifting through as usual.”

          “only for a moment,” she replied gently. “mornings are borrowed things.”

          she then offered him the daisy she’d just been given. he accepted it without surprise, glancing down at it in his hand.

          “poor kid who gave you this,” he muttered. “never realizes you always give ‘em away.”

          ameiko’s smile never shifted. “flowers don’t last long with me,” she said. “they’re too gentle. i think they’d rather wilt than stay in my hands.” she turned, continuing her walk down the lane as the wind tugged softly at her sleeves.

          the old man watched her go, then glanced down again at the daisy. he let out a quiet breath. “no, girl,” he murmured to no one, just above the hush of the broom’s straw. “you’re the kind they’d grow stronger for… if only you’d let them.”

          his voice was lost to the breeze before it could catch her.

          a courier genin slowed her pace beside ameiko. “hey… are you the one who made that bee-sting balm last month? my team captain used it and it worked in minutes.”

          ameiko smiled faintly. “i did. but i owe most of the credit to the bee.”

          the girl blinked. “you’re... cool.”

          “or simply strange,” ameiko said.

          she stepped past a dango stand next, where the vendor handed her a skewer wrapped in ribbon. “for guiding my little sister home during that storm,” he said, eyes soft. “you didn’t even tell us.”

          “i only offered her a dry umbrella,” ameiko said. “she walked herself the rest of the way.”

and then, as always,the boys.

          four of them today—barely taller than her, came charging from behind a vendor stall. each one shoved a letter into her hands and then ran as if pursued by death itself.

          one tripped over his sandal. another dropped his before managing to stammer, “f-for you!” the last boy ducked behind a vegetable cart the moment she made eye contact.

          a nearby vendor chuckled behind her stall. “that’s the third time this week,” she whispered to her neighbor.

          “same girl every time,” the man replied under his breath. “kocho girl’s got them enchanted.” followed by a group of laughter.

          ameiko blinked slowly, slipping the notes into her pouch without a word. she tilted her head as the last one vanished behind a post, vanishing like mist in the morning sun.

          “the wind seems full of confessions today,” she murmured, voice gentle like a breeze.

“or you’re just popular.”

          ameiko didn't flinch but she slowly turned to the owner of the voice.

          there's 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐔 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐀, stood with his hands in his pockets, the sun behind him making his hair glow faintly. 𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 walked up beside him, akamaru perched like a sleepy scarf across his hood.he raised a brow. “again? seriously, four in one morning?”

          “it’s like some kind of romantic trap,” shikamaru muttered. “they appear, panic, and vanish before impact.”

          “at this rate,” kiba said, watching another boy peek from behind a crate, “you’re gonna need a scroll just to store all those letters.”

          ameiko looked at them both, her expression unreadable except for that same soft smile. “letters are brave things. they don’t lie like eyes do.”

          kiba blinked. “that’s... kinda deep.”

         “and creepy,” muttered shikamaru.

         “but still true,” ameiko said, amusement glinting behind her lashes. “wouldn’t you say?”

neither of them replied right away.

          kiba scratched the back of his neck, suddenly unsure where to look.

          shikamaru sighed, staring straight ahead like the sky had asked him a personal question.

          for a moment, the three walked in silence. even akamaru blinked slowly, ears twitching in the quiet.

          then kiba huffed, shaking his head. “ugh, we’re gonna be late,” then added “iruka’s gonna explode again.”

          “i dislike shouting in the mornings,” ameiko said calmly. “it bruises the air.”

          shikamaru sighed. “you’re all weird.”

          “we’re all awake,” she replied gently. “that’s strange enough.”

          they stepped through the school gates, three different rhythms in the same song toward a classroom waiting to burst.

“yo.”

          kiba raised a hand as they stepped through the academy gates, the morning sun slanting low behind them.

          shino gave a short nod near the door. choji grinned, cradling a fresh bag of chips in one arm. the usual crowd.

          “you’re late,” choji mumbled, offering a chip toward shikamaru without looking.

          shikamaru took one lazily. “what a drag.”

          “you’re always dragging,” kiba snorted, scratching his cheek.

          behind them, ameiko followed with her usual quiet grace. her haori caught the early breeze like butterfly wings—lavender fading into pale light, stitched with silver thread that glinted when she passed under sunlight.

          even the chaos crew quieted a little as she walked passed them toward their classroom.

          the moment they reached the classroom door, someone inside yelled.

          “i told you i get to sit next to sasuke-kun today!”

          “what?! you sat next to him yesterday, ino-pig!”

          “you wanna fight, billboard brow?!”

          the classroom was chaos—desks slightly out of alignment, backpacks tossed like shuriken, and the faint smell of pencil shavings and sweat already clinging to the air.

   ameiko entered like mist slipping beneath the door.

students turned.

almost instinctively, the noise dipped again.

          as always, the change was subtle but immediate—conversations paused, eyes widened, and the space around her seemed to hush, just slightly, like the breeze had changed direction.

          she walked with no effort, each step deliberate but weightless, her lavender haori catching the air like slow wings. her kunai pouch shifted softly at her side, and a thread of silver glinted where a butterfly was stitched near her collarbone.

          behind her, shikamaru scratched his neck with a sigh. “i still don’t get how she does that.”

          “what? the walking?” kiba asked. “or the part where half the class forgets how to blink when she shows up?”

          “both,” shikamaru mumbled.

and that’s whenthe chain reaction began.

          ino’s hand froze halfway through brushing her bangs. her blue eyes darted toward ameiko, then away, then back again.

          “ugh,” she muttered. “why does she always have to look like she’s floating?”

          sakura, seated just a desk away, narrowed her eyes. “right? she’s not even trying. and look at how she keeps smiling like she knows something.”

          ino folded her arms. “she probably does. she’s creepy like that.”

          “you say that,” sakura mumbled, “but you stared first.”

         “i did not!”

          behind them, sasuke leaned back slightly in his seat, arms crossed. he said nothing.

but he was watching.

          ameiko slid into her chair without sound, her hands folded neatly in her lap, eyes drifting toward the sunlight outside.

          a few desks away, hinata sat with her hands balled nervously in her sleeves.

she peeked once.

twice.

and then—

BANG!

          the door slammed open with full dramatic flair.

“AAAAA—LET ME GO!!”

          naruto uzumaki burst into the classroom in a blur of orange and rope.

literally tied up.

          iruka-sensei stormed in behind him, one hand clenched around the rope like he was reeling in a very loud fish.

           “how many times—how many times, naruto—do i have to drag you in here?!”

          “you didn’t have to drag me! i was already on my way!”

          “you were running from the police!”

          “i was practicing my escape technique!!”

          ameiko tilted her head slightly, watching as naruto flailed dramatically under the scolding.

          “ah,” she said softly to no one in particular, her lips curving, “the morning begins with thunder.”

          shikamaru snorted.

          kiba grinned. “man, i love when she says weird stuff like that.”

          iruka-sensei’s temple pulsed visibly as he marched naruto to the front of the classroom, arms crossed “listen, naruto, you failed the last graduation test and the one before that” iruka glared hardly at him “this is no time to be goofing off, you fool!”

          but instead of an answer, naruto just gave him a “hmp” and look away stubbornly. iruka smirked angrily, before facing the class, “that’s it. we’re redoing the transformation jutsu test. right now. even those who already passed will take it!”

a collective groan rippled across the room.

          “you’ve gotta be kidding me,” kiba muttered.

          “what a drag,” shikamaru sighed, slumping in place.

          “i didn’t even eat breakfast yet…” choji complained softly.

          but there was no escape. iruka waved them forward, one by one. in a line.

          “alright. sakura haruno.”

          sakura stepped up, eyes blazing with silent purpose. she inhaled, hands flying into position. “sakura haruno, here i go!...transform”

poof!

          a perfect replica of iruka stood where she was—well-proportioned, crisp lines, nothing sloppy or delayed.

iruka nodded. “excellent.”

          “yes, i did it,” she cheered but her eyes were already flicking sideways toward sasuke before saying, “did you see that, sasuke-kun?” while pointing at sasuke with admiration—who ignored her again, and then back toward ameiko, her inner demon glaring at her as if to say top that.

          ameiko didn’t react. she only watched with quiet, drifting interest like a falling leaf studying the wind.

          “next—uchiha sasuke.”

          he stepped forward with practiced calm, hands forming seals.

poof!

flawless.

          iruka sweatdropped, “g-good” he returned to his spot with barely a nod, as if the technique had insulted him by being too easy.

“ameiko kocho.”

          she went forward without hurry. walking to the front, her sleeves whispered behind her, the hem of her haori catching the light like petals fluttering in still air.

then, a breath.

          her fingers moved—not rushed, not even tense. just deliberate.

poof.

          and there she was again—an exact copy of iruka-sensei, not just in appearance but posture, even the crease between the brows.

some students blinked.

          iruka blinked, “perfect”

          shikamaru murmured, “she even got his annoyed face.”

          hinata blushed and thought, ‘as expected of ameiko-san, she's really flawless’

          ameiko slowly returned to her seat after giving her sensei a nod, passing kiba who whispered, “seriously, do you practice that calm look or were you born with it?”

          she smiled, but didn’t answer.

“alright… naruto uzumaki.”

          shikamaru deadpanned, looking at naruto beside him. “this is a real pain in the ass.” then ino added with a glare, “and it's all your fault.”

          naruto ignored them “like i care” he then stepped up, took a deep breath—

“transform!”

POOF!

the room exploded in chaos.

          a curvaceous, scantily-clad woman now stood in naruto’s place—blonde hair bouncing, lips puckered in a sultry smile.

“sexy jutsu~!”

iruka’s nose gushed blood like a fountain.

          “GAAAH!!” he flew backward with a scream, crashing to the floor. “NARUTO!!” iruka shrieked standing up to shout at naruto’s face. “STOP MESSING AROUND!!!”

          “i suppose,” she murmured to herself, “the thunder isn’t always meant to scare. sometimes, it just wants to dance.”

          shikamaru heard her from the next desk over and gave her a sideways look. “…you really need to stop saying stuff like that.”

but his voice wasn’t annoyed.

and he didn’t look away.

【𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄】

i guess i should get used now in writing long ass chapters.

HELLOO, DEARIESSS! it's been a while! actually, it took me a long time to enter my dream state uni but it was worth it because i got it. YEYY!! i’m finally back in writing!

i also wanna ask everyone here if you guys are cool with lowering kakashi, obito and every akatsuki (even kabuto) ’s age so i can include them as a love interests? except Jiraiya—i wanna give him and ameiko a platonic relationship only. pls let me know your take on this. (cuz istg teacher×student aren't my thing! i hate it in reality.) 

and the inner demon inside me keeps telling me to k#ll haku for some character development. HAHSHAHAHHAHAA 😈

lastly, istg these past few days i’m too lazy to write again. but, watching naruto really helped me back at writing huhu i’m still in episode 66. my lazy ass. 💔💔 i’ll try updating every day this month because school start at August and you already know what happens when school start—it's hell and i’ll get busy too.

once again, thank you so much! the votes, comments, and love that you gave me helped me too! so 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 🫀