Quite frankly, closets are one of the most uncomfortable places to be in; especially when owning such a marvellously muscular body like mine and having to be stuck in such a narrow space.

There isn't anything comfy in there, just the hard floor for support and clothes hanging freely off of their hangers, suffocating those that dare to step inside.

Rays of light seeped in, entering from the creeks and cracks of the closets doorway, painting the tiny space with streaks of hazy brightness. My hands press down to the floor; a new texture grazed my skin. I've felt it before on a steamy and lustful night. Was it on Dianna's twin sized bed, or Marty's? Well, it wouldn't matter. Those nights were absolute rubbish. Missions like those deserve to never resurface in my memory lanes.

"This can't be what I think it is..."

I crawled around, feeling the same fabric wherever my hands wandered. Everywhere. It was only then that it hit me.

Lace.

Lace undergarments.

Lace bras.

Lace panties.

"GET ME OUT OF HERE!" I boomed, pushing the closet door. But to no avail, it didn't budge open in the slightest.

That might as well be every mans heaven. To feel the fabric... to activate their lingering hormones— well, this was my hell.

Outside I could hear the sickeningly sugar-coated words coming out of my kind, valued caretaker. Hah, as if.

I almost snorted at the thought of the pinkette being anything near gentle (or a caretaker for that matter). That woman is wild fire; a strong and pure chaos of her own.

"Noise? What noise? You're probably hearing things." Sakura's muffled voice was drenched with anxiousness. She was practically an open book. Too easy, too predictable. Whoever she was with shouldn't be dumb enough to not tell that she's hiding something.

"No– do you hear that?" A new voice entered. It was the same old high pitched raspiness that annoyed me to bits and pieces in high school; the same old voice that I had to hear every day like some devoted secretary; the same old voice of Naruto Namikaze.

"It's..from your room?" Same voice. Same slight irritation and old vibes. I wondered if he looked any different from my memory of him. Most likely yes, but surely his untamed spiky locks hadn't changed. I didn't see how anyone could style that obnoxious blond hair into anything other than it freely spiking on its own in every possible direction.

"I think it was from your closet."

Well I think it would've been better if we had both acted as though we had a little fling and started some complicated and hate-lust full affair instead. It would save us the time for any unnecessary explanations if ever the blond did find me sitting down, surrounded by Sakura's panties and whatnot.

But either way, if I– we– were caught red handed, there's no point in trying to make more complications. I could already see my future, bright from a punch in the face by Naruto. Ah, yes, there's no use in escaping destiny and fate.

The door jiggled. Sakura screamed.

"MY CLOTHES ARE IN THERE. RESPECT MY PRIVACY!"

T'was a beautiful lie to cover everything up. I applauded the Haruno for it. If Naruto's obliviousness stayed up in the twists and corners of his mind, then safety would be assured for me.

"But it's just your clothes?"

"P..." The dear cherry blossom stuttered.

"P..?"

"P..panties..are in there too.." she muttered.

The silence erupted. The door stopped jiggling.

I let out a silent sigh as I shook my head in amusement. Panties. What a great reason to not open up a damned closet.

Unedited— Jul. 31 2018