𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | naruto uzumaki

Part II: Chapter 8

"... I'll be back soon, you better not move!"

The fateful night arrived.

Naruto stood at the bottom floor of the apartment building, wielding a pocket knife in his hand as he heard Sumire's drunken fiance come rushing down the stairwell. As soon as the man reached the ground floor, Naruto stepped out and blocked his path, earning a look of confusion from the intoxicated male.

"Who the hell are you?" he spat disdainfully, pushing aside the Uzumaki as he continued forward.

"The one who's going to make sure you go to hell for touching Sumire," growled Naruto, grip tightening on his blade as he lunged at the shaky man.

"What the fuck?!"

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After Naruto had rendered Sumire's fiance unconscious, he sprinted up to the third floor to check up on her.

"Sensei?! Sensei, I know you're in there! Open the door!"

After banging on the door and shouting at the top of his lungs, Naruto was granted entry as Sumire dubiously opened the door for her raucous student.

The scene that greeted him was not a pleasant one, and he knew then and there that he had made the right decision to give her fiance a taste of his own medicine.

Shattered glass littered the floor, alongside pieces of ceramics that served as reminders of the dishes that had been thrown at the walls that night.

But the most damning evidence of all was Sumire herself.

Her eyes betrayed the truth that her heart wished to conceal, and she shamefully averted her gaze as Naruto reached out to touch the fresh cut that had appeared on her cheek.

"It's okay," he reassured her softly, wiping away her blood with his thumb. "I won't let him hurt you anymore, sensei. Believe it."

All Sumire could do was cry.