❝𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥?❞
╰┈➤ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a girl who has grown up under cold eyes and an absent father learns to love again- and perhaps how to forgive, as well.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐩𝐫𝐞-𝐜𝐚𝐧...
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Happiness is not about getting all you want. It is about enjoying all you have.
『AHIKO』
I AM TIRED. I am exhausted. I am absolutely done, down to my very bones.
Tomorrow is February fourteenth, Valentine's day. And believe me, when I say I hate Valentine's Day, I mean I hate Valentine's Day.
It's not because I don't get any valentines. No, it's the opposite. Any normal person would probably be overjoyed to get the amount of valentines that I do.
But for me, it kinda... I dunno, hurts? I think the most painful part about February fourteenth is that I know most of the people that give me those valentines don't give them to me because of who I am; They give them to me because of who my father is.
The second Hokage. The strongest person in the village. Brother of the legendary Senju Hashirama.
Genius.
Leader.
Protector.
They want to please me because of him.
Not because they actually like who I am.
But then again, what is there about me to like?
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February fourteenth is finally here. Well, more like unfortunately finally here.
"Good morning, Ahiko." The teacher says in his usual robotic voice as I enter the room.
"Good morning." I reply curtly, not in the mood for a proper greeting.
I sit down in my seat, unpacking my bag. I arrived a tad bit earlier than usual, to give myself some time before everyone else gets here and all hell breaks loose.
To my surprise, I hear the door opening behind me. I turn around quickly, wondering who it could be. I'm here almost half an hour early, who else would arrive at this time?
Oh.
My eyes lock onto ruby orbs the same color as mine, which will annoy me to no end for the rest of my days. My eye color is supposed to be unique, why does the goddamned Uchiha have it again? Aren't their eyes supposed to be black?
Of course Hiroshi would be here this early.
Instead of sending him the usual smirk every time I one-up him, I scooch over politely, giving him room to sit down.
He is visibly confused by my change in demeanor. Normally, I would have commented on how I got here earlier than him. But I don't.
