Hello! Many thanks for the comments! More of it, please;) You have to reckon with the occasional KITSCH. Nevertheless, I deliberately did not commit myself to one genre, as there are other topics than 'just' romance;)
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Notes:Not difficult to see: Distant future.



noodle soup

With a cry of frustration, he stared at the ink stain slowly spreading across the paper in front of him. Again he had held the ink-soaked writing implement too long over the document and ruined it with large, black drops.
Read first, then dive in, then sign.
He put the brush aside, crumpled up the paper and dropped it carelessly on the floor, where it was in the best company of other paper balls. Master Iruka would simply have to submit a new application.For the third time.
The young man ran his hands through his wild, blond hair, leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. He screwed up his eyes and poked out his lower lip. What kind of paperwork did they have to put in front of him? Why was this paperwork even part of this job? Finally, his stomach gave a telltale growl.
He leaned forward until his forehead almost touched the desk top and was about to indulge in self-pity when there was a soft knock on the door of the office.
The blond sat up again and straightened his shoulders. "In!"
One of the doors opened and a petite young woman entered. She was carrying a basket. She pushed a strand of black-violet hair behind her ear and her pale-violet, apparently pupilless eyes looked at him kindly.
"Hello, Naruto-kun."
The addressee had jumped to his feet and beamed all over his face, his blue eyes wide open.“Oi, Hinata, what's up?” He stepped out from behind the desk and took the basket from her. The insulated container he saw inside made his grin widen. “For me?” An approving nod. "Exactly at the right time! You are a lifesaver!" As it turned out, a savior of the bureaucracy, too, because she quickly took a few stacks of paper from the desk before Naruto could put the bowl with the noodle soup she had brought him on it.
With a soft singsong of "Noodle soup! Noodle soup! Oh, you beautiful noodle soup!" he sat down, almost ceremoniously took the lid off the bowl and picked up the chopsticks she handed him. Loudly he called: "Bon appetit!"
While he ate, her eyes fell on the many crumpled papers on the floor. With a silent sigh, she crouched down and picked them up to throw in the trash. The soup bowl close to his mouth followed Naruto's every move with his eyes. He mumbled between bites, "You don't have to do this."She just smiled and sat down on one of the chairs in front of the desk. She waited patiently until he had eaten the last drop of the soup, then put the things back in the basket.
As he led her to the door, he grabbed her hand and held it tight. "Don't you want to stay a little longer? It's so boring here." She squeezed his hand and shook her head. With a gesture of mock warning, she raised a forefinger: “The harder you work, the faster you will be finished.” He pulled her close until her head rested on his shoulder. "You're right," he sighed and kissed her hair. “Thanks for lunch, Hinata-chan.” She lifted her head and lightly touched the mustache-like marks on his cheek with her fingertips. “I'm waiting for you, don't let it get too late.” Fleetingly and still a little shyly, her lips brushed the corner of his mouth, then she was gone.
With flushed cheeks, the young man sat down again at the massive desk and pulled the next pile of papers towards him.He took the first document and read it carefully. After a moment of reflection, he reached for the brush, dipped it in and signed it:Naruto Uzumaki, Seventh Generation Fire Shadow.

FIN