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Naruto P.O.V/ Time Skip

My courses have finally started and I was trying my best to adjust the time period. My law classes started in the morning around 6AM to 12PM and my medical classes started at night from 6PM to 12 AM.

It's tough, but the plus side is I haven't seen Fang in quite some time. Yes, I've figured his name was Fang because all the allegations made by the girls were true. He's the campus's fuck toy.

Sometimes I'd come to the dorm and see his sock on the door, and other times I'd wake up to the sound or scent of sex roaming around the room. He doesn't even try to keep them quiet now. I think he's doing it spitefully. So I invested in noise canceling headphones to ensure I get my sleep and stay out of communication with him.

I've given up on the idea of being close to him by this point too. I can't even trust him enough to unpack my bags, fearing he'd steal something from me. I hated judging people by their appearance, but he looks exactly like someone who'd do those illegal activities.

He was nothing, but a delinquent.

-RING RING-

My phone rang while I was deep in my thoughts over the assignment I'm not even close to completing. It was Neji calling. I had hoped that it might be Sasuke, but he's still busy with his own lessons.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Long time now talk." He replied playfully. "College is really making you it's bitch, isn't it?"

"Ugh! I'm it's bitch and servant at the same. This work is really overwhelming." I sighed.

"Well of course it is! Law and medicine literally take years to complete, and you're doing both. You might as well have started when you were ten."

"Yeah..."

"Naruto..." He replied as if he was about to say something, and I knew what it was.

"No!"

"Wha- What do you mean no? I haven't even said anything." He defended.

"Because I know what you're going to say."

"But you're overworking yourself."

"I'm not. I can handle this."

"Dude."

"Dude." I repeated in a serious, but weary tone.

"Look... I know you wanna be that good kid that your parents hoped for, but don't you think you're pushing yourself a bit too far? I mean I don't think they expect you to do all this, while also pretending to be this well mannered guy." He explained. "It's just not you."

"I can handle it, Neji." I replied in a softer tone while scribble down the answers that I've found. "It'll take some time, but I'll make you, my parents and Sasuke proud."

"I'm already proud of you. Whether it's the old you, or the new you. It's cool either way for me." He comforted.

"Thanks Neji." I replied with a smile.

"Yeah. So how are things going with the boy next door?" He teased.

"Ugh! Don't even get me started with that delinquent." I spat while rolling my eyes in irritation.

"Naruto, just because he has tattoos doesn't make him a delinquent. You know better than to label people like that."

"But he is! He literally went into my suitcase and stole my year book."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, you heard me. He's a thief so that makes him a delinquent."

"Your yearbook? That's all?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"How long have you been locked up in that room?" He asked.

"A few days, why?"

"You have your camera?"

"Yeah."

"I think you need to go outside and allow the smell of pencil led and freshly printed paper to air out before you go crazy."

"I'm not going crazy! It was literally on his nightstand."

"Yeah, but wouldn't a thief, maybe, I don't know, not allow you to see what they've stolen from them?"

"He might not be that smart."

"..."

"Hello?"

"Yeah, you need to go outside."

"Neji I'm fine!"

"Don't let me come up there and drag you out!"

"Ugh! Fine I'll go after we finish talking."

"Great! Bye!" He announced, hanging up before I could even stop him.

I sighed in disbelief that he actually hung up on me that quickly, but it did get me thinking. Maybe, indulging in a little bit of photography would help me unwind a bit.

Fang, wouldn't be home for a while now and I have classes later so I can just make it a one hour thing and get back in time to sleep and finish everything later.

So I dug into my bag without looking and picked up my secret camera and secret MP3 player. Before exiting the dorm.

•••

It was still sunny outside so I was hoping I'd get some really good shots. I put in my earphones and started walking around campus and taking some pictures of things I found interesting.

I used to do this a lot in high school, but my parents thought it was just a phase I was going through. I knew they wouldn't approve of my doing something like this instead of studying, but I always liked doing it.

As well as the songs on my MP3 player that were very explicit or inappropriate.

Sasuke would definitely frown upon me listening to this type of thing. Speaking of which, still no word from him. This college thing really is taking a toll on my love life, and it's not even on my end.

I took a few pictures of the landscape and the greenery on the campus. It was all so beautiful and luscious. I felt like I was in the rainforest. However, that didn't last long when I saw Fang over by the vending machine. I rolled my eyes at the mere sight of him and was about to walk away.

However, I noticed he wasn't just by the vending machine, but he was pushing it back and forth and sticking his hand inside it.

"Is he stealing from the vending machine at a time like this?" I thought to myself.

I couldn't believe it. In broad daylight this guy was practically stealing from the vending machine in front of everyone. Neji probably wouldn't believe if I told him this.

Unless, I had evidence.

Immediately I pointed my camera towards him and took a shot. I forgot my flash was on and so he must've noticed the random flash of white light because he turned around in my direction, but luckily I hid before he could see me. He must've lost interest in what it was because he just went back to abusing the machine and that's when I took my leave.

I spent the next fifteen minutes walking around and taking pictures of the campus, and there he was again. Fang, was doing something wrong once again. He was spray painting a wall behind the the arts department. I decided to take a picture of this as well before walking away.

I thought that was enough after the I had almost spent an hour of taking pictures, but as I was making my way back to my dorm I saw Fang with some other guy. The guy looked timid and Fang stood in front of him with such a demeaning grin while he's hands were balled in fist.

"He must be exploiting that guy!" I thought. I quickly took the picture of it and waited for the photo to come out. I planned on reporting him this time, but as soon as I looked back up, Fang and the guy were both gone.

I didn't spend another second thinking about it though. The hour of freedom I had promised myself was over and I had to get back to work and then take a nap for my late night classes. Though I couldn't get how weird that was out of my mind.

However, I made sure to take pictures of Fang and his criminal behavior and send them to Neji before drifting off to sleep.

•••

Later that night I was on my way back to my dorm. Classes ended it was late, and I knew I had a lot of work to do before morning. I began to contemplate on Neji's advice but quickly shook those ideas from my mind. I knew I was doing the right thing, and I can handle it.

They'll see by the end of this I'll be a great lawyer, or doctor. Hell! Maybe I'll even be both. That's a thing, right?

I climbed up the everlasting staircase breathlessly and was in front of my dorm looking for my keys to enter. Thankfully there was no sock on the doorknob, but that meant I was going to have to probably sleep through another sex session later tonight.

It had me thinking just how high of a sex drive Fang had to be doing this every night. Then I remembered how much of a demon he is so of course he'd be forever hung to poke his dick in any hole that even twitched in his direction.

I was having difficulty finding my keys though. To the point I started to wonder if I left it in my backpack.

Suddenly, the door opened and when I looked up, it was Fang. He was standing against the doorframe this time wearing nothing but sweatpants, and thankfully underwear.

Also he had a beer bottle in hand as he looked at me with an irritated or suspicious expression.

The irony.

"You left your keys on your nightstand." He informed me in a husky voice, while drinking his beer without breaking eye contact with me.

I didn't answer. I had a feeling he was drunk and from what I remember he's easily irritated when he's sober, and if that's the case. What is he like when he's drunk?

"You're coming inside." He asked, though he didn't say it like it was a question.

"I think I actually left my notebook at cla-" I tried, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside the room before locking the door.

"I wasn't asking you." He stated as he walked over to the couch and looked at me while he sat down. I was practically shaking in my gentlemen shoes as fear started to travel around my body. But I had to try and remain calm. Even the slightest wrong move and I might end up pissing him off.

So I turned around, took off my backpack and proceeded to try and appear as if I was focusing on my school work. All the while though, I was watching Fang out of the corner of my eye, while he watched me intently.

"Aren't you going to ask me why I'm not at my party tonight, or why I'm not fucking someone's brains out while you pretend to be asleep?" He asked lowly.

"..."

"Isn't it rude to not answer when someone is speaking to you?" He growled.

"Y-Yes." I stuttered accidentally.

"Oh! So you do talk? Great!" He replied sarcastically.

"Should I repeat my question, or are you suddenly deaf too?" He asked.

"W-Why aren't you a-at your party?" I struggled to say with a straight face.

"Let me think... I think it started at the weird day I had. Then, I come home to find my roommate left his keys so I decided to stay and wait for him. Aren't I such a good person?"

Something wasn't right. Apart from how he's acting, it was obvious he was hinting at something, but what could it be?

"Thank you." I replied.

"You're welcome, but that wasn't a rhetorical question." He replied. "Aren't I a good person, Naruto?"

"Y-Yes." I lied.

"Hm." He chuckled. "So is there something you'd like to tell me?"

"No."

"You sure? Any hobbies you like taking part in?"

"Shit! The pictures." I thought. Remembering that I was too tired to put them up so I carelessly left them on top of everything in my suitcase. The same place he stole my yearbook.

"No."

"Really?" He asked while putting down his empty beer bottle next to four more bottles that I know weren't there before. "Any fucking accusations you'd like to speak about?"

Bingo! That was it. He knew exactly what I was up too earlier and he was confronting me about it now while under the influence of fucking alcohol.

"But how did he know so much?" I wondered. That's when I realized I left my phone one the nightstand next to my keys. He must've saw the messages from Neji and knew what was up. Hell! He might've even broke into my phone.

Now he's here confronting me over shit that I've done, when the way that he found out were by eavesdropping into my personal things?

Bullshit.

"No." I replied more confidently.

"You know for someone who acts like a goody two shoes, you sure are a lying little bitch." He belittled.

"Excuse me?! Cause the last time I checked you weren't a fucking angel yourself!" I spat.

"Oh! You have a spicy mouth. Better watch out before it gets you hurt." He warned.

"And you better watch out before it gets you arrested!" I retorted as I pounced off the bed. "Don't even think for a second that I don't see you and all your shady bullshit."

"Shady bullshit?! Care to explain that to me baby?"

"Don't call me that! For the love of Kaguya! Since I've been here all you do is flirt with me when I don't even want you. You're nothing, but a pest under my skin, you smell like beer and dog, you never wear clothes, you're sketchy as fuck and you look like a fucking escaped convict!" I exposed.

"Oh wow! Jumping to conclusions now are we?" He asked.

"I'm not jumping to anything! It's all facts and you can't deny any of it because it's true. So don't even act all innocent."

"Oh? And what delinquent worthy proof do you have on me?" He teased.

"You should know!" I replied, stomping over to my suitcase and opening it to all his photos and tossing them towards him. "Here! Evidence for all your fucking crimes."

"So you've been stalking me?" He asked, not even looking at the photos.

"I've been collecting evidence! I saw you trying to steal from the vending machine."

"That vending machine is malfunctioning and it took my money without giving me my snack." He replied as he threw the photo aside.

"What? Well then you were spray painting the wall next to the art department which I'm sure is a violation of the school's law."

"The wall next to the art department is FOR students to paint or spray paint graffiti onto. They put it there for a creative outlet for the students." He replied as he once again threw that photo aside.

"..."

"Any more bullshit?" He asked.

"You fucking stole from that kid! I saw you! You-You were exploiting him for something. What was it money or drugs?" I demanded.

"That kid was a friend of mine who I asked to act helpless so I could get you to take a picture of it." He replied as he threw that picture aside.

"W-Why would you-" I tried.

"You on the other hand have accused me of stealing, vandalizing, bullying and being smelly. While you have been stalking me, taking photos of me without my permission, and spreading lies about me." He concluded. "There might not be a rule against being crazy, but there are rules against all of what you just did, and I think I should report that to the principal."

Fang got up from the couch and made his way to the door. I could feel my heartbeat pounding against my chest as he got closer to the door.

"Wait!" I panicked, but he wouldn't stop. He kept walking to the door. I didn't have anything else to say, but that's when the thought hit me.

"But you stole from me!" I managed to say which was enough to make him stop.

"I stole from you?" He asked as he turned around and leaned against the door.

"Y-Yeah! You stole my yearbook from my suitcase." I stuttered. I went over to my suitcase and took out the yearbook and held it in front of him. He didn't even look surprised.

"Haha! Very funny, but I think you mean you took my yearbook." He replied.

"That's bullshit! You're three years older than me and you didn't go to my school. This is the only way you'd know my name too because I didn't tell you." I defended.

"True, that's not my yearbook and I had gotten it from a friend in your year group. False, that I didn't go to your school. I was just three years ahead of you." He revealed.

"Really?"

"Yeah. So I've know you since you were a freshman. The real you that is."

"What do you mean the real me?" I asked.

"The real you that didn't judge other people based on how they looked. The real you who was no different to how I am now, except you didn't have any tattoos. Proving my first point." He explained.

"You knew me back then?" I asked in disbelief.

"Knew you? I looked up to you."

"There was nothing about me to look up too."

"Right now there isn't. But back then you were just as wild as you are now. Yet, you dropped all that to become whatever this is."

"I'm not like that anymore."

"You're pretending to not be like that anymore."

"Fuck-" I began before stopping myself. "I'm not like that anymore. I apologize for my earlier accusations. It won't happen again."

"Hm." He chuckled. "I should still report you, but I won't because whoever you're putting that act on for must be really important to you."

"Plus I'm kinda tipsy and I'm not a snitch."

"I'm sorry I called you delinquent as well."

"It's cool. It was funny seeing you panic, and I might be a little tipsy but I believe the term you're looking for is "Bad Boy"." He laughed before plummeting himself on the couch.

"Ugh! Gag me with a shiruken" I thought while rolling my eyes.

This wasn't going to go well. The delinquent knew my real identity, my past and had the ability to draw that side out of me. If I'm not careful this'll affect my chances at finishing college, and Sasuke's future proposal to me.

•••

The next day I was free from classes that had anything to with law. So I could finally sleep in as late as I wanted too. However, I could feel a disturbance and when I slowly opened my eyes, I saw him.

Fang, was in my suitcase. He was searching into my stuff, most likely looking for money. However, I didn't keep those things in a place like that. Just when I was about to jump up and catch him red handed.

He took out my charger and walked over to my bed. I squinted my eyes to appear as if I was still asleep. He looked like he was completely exhausted with a blank expression on his face. I swore he was about to strangle me with the cord, but instead I heard my phone sound go off for when it's charging.

Was he charging my phone?

He stared at it for a while and I was confused at first by what he was looking at, but I figured it must be my lock screen, it was a photo of me and Sasuke. Why would he be staring at that though?

He went to our school. Does he know who Sasuke is?

"Fuck..." He groaned as he held his temples. Most likely a hangover from all that alcoholic crap he was consuming.

He moved away from my bed and went back to the couch where I left him last night. I felt kind of bad for him, but he was kind of a jerk. Unfortunately, I couldn't help but feel myself wanting to take care of the big oaf.

He was older than me, but he clearly wasn't very mature for his age.

I pretended to wake up from bed and stretched my arms to really make it believable. Though I decided not to greet him because I was still upset with him from last night's court order, and for going into my suitcase without my permission.

I walked over to the kitchen and prepared some boiling water, then I added a tea bag so for us to drink. He noticed me, but didn't say anything at first, just watched me do my business.

"When the tea is finished, help yourself to some." I ordered before making my way to the bathroom.

"I don't drink tea. I'm not that old." He replied.

"Well, it's clear you need something because you look more awful than usual."

"Haha, good to know you think I've looked better than this, Kit."

"What?" I cringed. "Don't even start with that, and stop calling me Kit. What does that mean anyway?"

"Nothing. You just look like a little fox." He smiled softly. "Would you rather I call you foxy?"

"I'd rather you jump off a cliff."

"Only if you come with me."

"So you can drag me to hell? No thanks."

"That's not a very pleasant good morning. I thought with your acting skills you'd know better than that."

"Acting skills?" I asked, getting irritated. "You know what?"I stomped back over to the kitchen and turned the stove off.

"Make your own damn tea!" I ordered. However before I could even move. I felt pressure against my back, disabling my movements.

Fang, stood behind me with his entire front pressed against my back and his hand holding mine to the knob of the stove. I could feel his breath on the back of my head and his heartbeat slowly beating against my back.

My mind went blank for a second because I was so scared and confused about what was happening. My breathing hitched as it seemed that time slowed down and cold sweat began to form on my skin.

"Don't turn it off." He commanded against me with a husky voice. I was utterly speechless at that point. The only thing that managed to draw me from this trance is the feeling of his dick almost reaching the back of knee.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I yelled and attempted to elbow him but he dodged it and still kept me against the stove and trapped between his arms, but now I was facing him.

"Woah. Why'd you get so feisty all of a sudden?" He teased, smiling sneakily.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again. I-"

"I heard you have another guy, but that doesn't matter to me." He smirked.

"Well I'm not like you. I have morals."

"Morals to lie and pretend to be someone you're not?"

"You're one to talk." I spat, pushing him away from me. "Ever heard of not going through people's stuff?"

"Haha, so you saw that? You're welcome for me charging your phone by the way."

"I didn't ask you too."

"I didn't ask you to make me tea, but here we are." He smiled while man spreading on the couch. "You like fighting with me don't you?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. You like fighting with this old bad boy, don't you."

"I want to call you a pedophile so badly."

"Haha, you're a little too old for that one, Kit." He laughed.

"Stop calling me that. You know what? I'm leaving. I'll go have breakfast and study elsewhere." I gave up before packing up my things. "I hope the tea burn your tongue, bad boy."

"I hope you come back as the guy you're supposed to be, good boy." He laughed obnoxiously. I could even hear him as I slammed the door shut and was half way down the hallway.

•••

*five hours later*

I finished studying and had a quick snack for lunch. I was absolutely exhausted, but managed to catch up on my law assignments and completed my medical assignments.

During all this I totally forgot I left my phone in the dorm, but I couldn't bring myself to go back up there with Fang walking around shirtless and being an overall asshole. If Sasuke we're here he'd definitely give him a piece of his mind.

Speaking of which this marks almost two weeks since we've spoken. He's such a hardworking guy. I guess apart of me really wants to be like him, just as much as I am in love with him. He's the one who's good at all this college stuff. Even having a close relationship with his teacher.

I couldn't imagine having a teacher's number in my phone. I'd block them in a heartbeat.

I picked up my belongings and was on my way back to my dorm. I felt weird while walking, like I was being watched, and I definitely was. A girl with dark blue hair approached me with a puzzled look on her face.

She seemed shy, and was admittedly beautiful. Though the expression she gave me made me unsettled and honestly just as confused myself.

"Hi." She greeted.

"Hi." I replied.

"I've never seen you around here before. Are you new?"

"Something like that. I'm a first year student."

"Oh! I know that, but you're usually not one to sit around the campus. I've seen you walking before, but never really stopping anywhere." She explained.

"Oh! That's because I usually study in my room. I just came out today to enjoy the weather."

"Oh haha, right. It is beautiful today. So you're from sector Yuhi, right?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh me too!"

"That's great. We should be seeing each other more often then."

"Yeah, but can I ask you something? I've been hearing a lot of stuff circulating around, and I just want to know the truth." She whispered.

"Uh, yeah of course."

"Are you in a relationship with Fang?"

"Fang? Ew no." I replied immediately.

"Really? Cause to some people it looked like it."

"I've never been outside with him. So how can people think we're together?"

"You don't have to be with Fang, to be with him. You just have to be seen around him."

"What do you mean?"

"You're his roommate, right? Meaning you live with him?"

"Yeah?"

"That's all it takes. He's very well known around the school for his, attributes. If you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean, and I'm trying not to imagine it."

"Haha, you're funny, but if you're not into him then you should be careful then."

"Be careful of what?"

"Fang has enemies. He's not the most well behaved guy and some people dislike him for it."

"Like a delinquent?"

"Delinquent? No he isn't that bad. I'd say he's more of a bad boy, and bad boys have enemies."

"Well that's his business. I have nothing to with Fang and his 'bad boy' tendencies. But I appreciate that you gave me this information and I'll be more careful."

"Great. That's all good to me. Oh! I'm Hinata by the way."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Hinata. I'm Naruto."

"I'll see you around then, Naruto-Kun." She smiled before bowing and skipping away. She was kind of cute and I really did appreciate her for giving me that information. Though she made it sound like Fang was apart of the mafia or something.

I tried to ignore it though. It might be young adult drama and that's not what I came here for. One of the perks I guess for being with someone as amazing as Sasuke is that I won't get caught up in any unnecessary drama.

•••

I got back to the dorm I was just about to open the door when it opened for me. When I looked up I saw Fang, he was wearing a black leather jacket with spikes, a white T-shirt underneath with the top of his chest hairs exposed, black tight ripped skinny jeans with chains and a pair of black combat boots, with a a motorcycle helmet in his hand.

The shocking part is, he actually smelled good, like cinnamon spice with a hint of vanilla. Though the vanilla scent smelt familiar to me for some reason. It was still really pleasant.

However, I pushed past him because I've had enough of his bullshit for one day. But of course, he didn't allow me to pass. Instead he stood firmly in front of the door and folded his arms over his chest with smug grin.

"Can you please get out of my way!" I said as commanded and not a request.

"That's not very polite." He countered.

"I said please. That's as much politeness you're getting from me."

"Haha." He chuckled. "You like my new look? Sexy aren't I?"

"You mean the smell of clean dog? It's plausible. You don't look as bad when you actually shower and practice proper hygiene."

"Don't act like you don't love it haha."

"I must be an amazing actor then."

"You are. I'm glad you can admit that to yourself." He replied. I didn't intend on him getting the upper hand in this discussion and it upset me that he did.

"Move." I ordered, not wanting to continue the conversation.

"Don't you wanna know where I'm going?" He smiled, obviously enjoying the fact that I was miserable.

"No. Now move."

Fang, grabbed my belongings and threw them inside but still blocked my way. It was like he was trying to get me mad and I couldn't understand why.

"Fang get out of my way and stop it!" I ordered.

"No! Until you respond to me the way I want you too, you can't enter. And since you can't move me. I'll tell you about me." He countered.

"For the love of Kaguya."

"I'm heading out to a fuck session with a friend of mine." He began.

"Great! I hope you have fun! Can I go in now?"

"I'll reconsider it if you tell me you want me to stay with you." He smiled.

"What?"

"You heard me? I can stay with you and we can continue what we started this morning before you left." He replied seductively. "Wanna know why I smell so good too?"

"That was your decision. By the way that was basically sexual assault, and no I don't wanna hear about your shower experience!" I replied.

"After you left I got some time to think about you while I was in the shower." He said while taking a few steps closer to me, causing me to step back. "Let's just say I had some thoughts about you that made me go over the edge."

"That's when I got the idea to mix our colognes together. It's an amazing scent, isn't it?" He asked as he basically had me up against the wall in the hallway with his hand holding my wrist.

"I have a boyfriend." I spat motionlessly.

"But he's not here, and I am." He replied with a smirk, his face inching closer to mine as I stepped back more and more into the wall.

"Ahem, Kiba?" A voice said with irritation.

He paused his actions and slowly turned around to look at the person who stopped us. It was the guy he had in the room the other day. He looked upset with how close he was to me with his arms folded and a stern glare plastered on his face.

That was my chance. I wasted no time in running from Fang's trap and into the dorm like a victim that was being chased by a serial killer and slamming the door. However, he already put his foot between the door, preventing me from looking it.

"I'll see you when I see you." He winked before walking away. I stared into space in confusion as to what the hell just happened. Why do I keep spacing out when he does that.

Also, who the fuck is Kiba?

I got curious as to who that guy was and decided to take a small peek at them walking down the hallway. He had his arm wrapped around Fang's waist and proceeded to squeeze his ass spitefully.

I was shocked, but after seeing Fang throw his hand off of him and smack his ass I rolled my eyes and went back inside my room. I sat on the floor in disbelief at what just happened again. Though I really wanted to know why Fang was like this.

Why does he always make me angry then push himself onto me?

That's when I realized what he was trying to do. He wanted me to react the way that I would when I was younger. He wanted me to behave like the old me, but that's not going to happen.

"If it's a game he wants to play. Then he's got himself a player two." I mumbled to myself.

Get ready, Bad Boy.

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