Chapter 3
The crisp rooftop air seemed to frame the surreal moment perfectly as Sam's heart raced, the fluttering intensity leaving her breathless. She had imagined this scene countless times before—Danny, finally stepping up, finally taking charge, and expressing his feelings. Yet, nothing had prepared her for the sheer whirlwind of emotions she now experienced.
When Naruto, still in Danny's form, let go of her hand upon reaching the rooftop, she took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. She looked at him—truly looked—and noticed how he seemed different, standing with a confidence and poise that Danny had never shown before.
"When did you pick up such criminal skills?" she asked, her voice laced with playful curiosity, referencing how he'd effortlessly picked the lock to the rooftop door.
Naruto grinned, his expression one of nonchalance. "Every skill has its use. I've been gathering them for my future goals."
Sam raised a brow, half-joking. "Hopefully that doesn't mean becoming a thief."
"That could be fun under certain circumstances," he teased. "Imagine playing with the police, stealing priceless artifacts, and sending them back just for kicks."
Sam rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched upward in amusement. "You've been watching too much anime. It's clearly going to your head."
Naruto chuckled softly, stepping closer to her. "I like it best when you smile, so don't lose that fire. Don't go meek on me." His hand reached out, brushing against her cheek gently.
Sam gulped, her heart pounding furiously. The touch, the confidence in his eyes, and that disarming smile—it was all so unlike the Danny she knew, yet it felt undeniably right.
"Hmph, I don't know what you mean," she replied, trying to sound defiant, though her voice wavered ever so slightly.
"Is that so?" Naruto murmured, tapping his chin in mock contemplation. Then, with a movement so smooth and deliberate, he pulled her close, his hands resting firmly on her waist. Before she could react, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss.