OS

Looking back, you couldn’t say exactly when it started. Maybe it was the way Iruka-sensei always greeted every student with a smile, no matter how exhausted he looked. Maybe it was how he stayed after class to help anyone who was struggling, never making them feel stupid for asking questions. Or maybe it was because he believed in you long before you believed in yourself. Y/N was only twelve. At first, it felt like nothing more than admiration. Y/N wanted him to be proud of them. Y/N trained harder, paid closer attention in class, and secretly treasured every bit of praise he gave them. Whenever he smiled at Y/N or ruffled their hair after a good lesson, it made theit entire day. Y/N didn’t know it then, but your childish admiration had slowly become their first crush.