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The two boys look at each other from time to time. The sea foam contrast against the blue sky, then they quickly run from each other. Heat covered their cheeks, embarrassment exploding on their faces.
Naruto choked on the cupcake he was devouring, Gaara blinked in surprise for two seconds before erasing any expression of shyness and returning to his unreadable face. Gaara decides to take a sip of the tea in front of him, letting the smell of sugar and lemon soothe him but not enough, Naruto and Gaara after a few seconds look at the cause of their recent discomfort.
Kushina takes it into consideration knowing that she has managed to embarrass her son's adorable boyfriend. She can't help but put her hands on her table, and rest her chin on her palm, watching Naruto stealthily and he looks back at her with a certain spark in his eyes that could be lost.
However, Kushina ignored him, her goal was other.
"Excuse me, Uzumaki-san" Gaara speaks, his voice is calm again, even so Kushina knew enough to know that it was just a mask.
"Kushina" she corrects amused, the redhead blinks confused. Naruto's mother again, entertained, decides to continue “Call me Kushina, you are my son´s boyfriend, Gaara! Put aside the formalities!"
Gaara cleared his throat, ran his tongue across his scratchy lips and with a little hesitation, spoke. His voice sounded insecure for someone like him.
"Kushina-san" The taste of the name of Naruto's mother sounded good, for some reason his heart was pounding "No ... I didn't listen to what you said, could you repeat it?"
"Haven't you thought about marrying my son?" She speaks again, Gaara can't stand it again, and now his face has a very noticeable blush that stained his pale cheeks.
Kushina can't help but think that this boy is adorable.
"Mom!" Naruto scolds, although his blush is not as visible due to his tanned skin, but for a mother it was impossible not to notice it.
Kushina wanted to throw herself into the arms of both of them, but mainly Gaara. She wanted to hug the redhead, scream and ask him to please never leave her son. The Sabaku boy had a charm that made her heart melt.
Again there is silence, there are very funny expressions in both of them, she notices it when she looks for them with the eyes. Gaara tried to appear calm, however the fingers wrinkling his vest and how the smoke from the cup seemed more interesting made it clear to her the nervous movements that were swirling in search of an answer. And her son, oh, her very cute son had a hand on his face trying to cover as much of it as possible as if he could create a barrier between them and her.
They were a very cute couple, wish they could stay that way.
Ever since she had met Gaara, she fell under Gaara's the spell just like her son did. Gaara was everything she wanted for her son.
He was polite, smart, very handsome, and sweet as the cake infront of her.
He also knew how to cook. Now she would no longer worry that her son would starve to death when he decided to go independent. Naruto had made a very good choice, she should congratulate him when both boys were not about to suffer a cardiac arrest.
Naruto gives Gaara a quick glance, and in his mind, marrying Gaara doesn't sound bad at all.
"I'm sorry, Kushina-san" Gaara tries to be polite, as he untangles his arms and drops them to the side, and Kushina is once again fascinated by the boy's upbringing "We haven't thought about that."
She tries to not look disappointed through her pout. Gaara now knows where Naruto got that habit from.
"And in the future?" she questions, a little insistent.
Gaara is about to answer, about how he thinks that now is not the right time, that they are still too young. But he is surprised by a new heat that rules over his hand. There is an unknown invader, under the table to be exact, and then when he turns sideways, he notices it.
Uzumaki's hand is on him, gently holding and gently stroking her thumb. Gaara is silent, his words are dead in his throat.
"No mom," Naruto answers instead of Gaara, still delighting in the sensation of holding his boyfriend's hand under the table. "It's not time yet"
Kushina can't help but look disappointed.
And Gaara can't help but think "Maybe in the future it will be"
While looking at how the hands fit perfectly like warm pieces of a home.