How a moth is attracted to a flame

Sasuke is a young, dark-eyed and beautiful onyx literature teacher who will work at Konoha College. He just finished college with a lot of effort, after all he didn't have the support of his family, the father was always a very prestigious lawyer and wanted the same fate for his son, who, unlike his brother, vehemently denied dedicating himself to the utmost to achieve his dream: teaching;

Anyway, soon the end of the vacation would come, and the brunette was eager to meet the students to whom he would direct his classes, he was afraid of not being able to meet expectations, as his father always said: he was born weak, a real hindrance that besides to do a lot of work, he had still taken his mother to death. Although he knew he was not to blame and that what happened was yet another miserable coincidence of fate, he still felt bad about knowing that with the death of Mikoto, his father, who was a very loving and helpful man, became a cruel and cold, a personality that caused him a certain fear in childhood and still carries today.

After a week, the big day arrived, Sasuke got up very early, he had not been able to sleep well at night, and then he got in his car and headed for school. He arrived before the schedule, despite the fact that there were already some teachers, to whom he dedicated an almost lively conversation; Sakura, the crazy biology teacher with pink hair, aroused her immense sympathy, somewhat reminiscent of the old housekeeper in the house where she lived previously, had a laughter and never got discouraged, even with the adversities of life. After the necessary introductions, the brunette went to his class.

After a few months, the Uchiha had already adapted well to school, but for him nothing was okay, he couldn't believe he had fallen in love with a student, Sai, a rather strange brunette and who had a great future as an artist. Repentance ate at him, after all it went completely against his principles of falling in love with a person he should teach, he was totally unethical, he felt worse and sadder. He started to isolate himself from the other teachers and even consider quitting, which would be horrible, after all he needed the money to pay the bills.

In one day, Sasuke was concentrated by the corridors, until someone stopped him, he was a tall blonde and he seemed a little lost, the Uchiha decided to help him and asked where he wanted to go.

-Hi, my name is Uzumaki Naruto and I'm the new history teacher-Said the blonde very excited, Sasuke wondered how someone could be so cheerful-And you know, I wanted your help to find the teachers' room, of course, if not to get in the way, after all you still have class and you don't want to be late ...

-Wait, I am not a student-Said the dark red of anger, as that dobe dared to think he was a teenager, he had a young appearance, but nothing justified -Come I will take you to the teachers' room-Sasuke pulled out the Uzumaki angry, not even waiting for the blonde to speak.

-Look man I'm sorry, is that you are short and look like a child-The blonde said smiling, with his hand on the back of his neck, Sasuke allowed himself to admire his radiant smile, thinking about how someone could get his attention in a few seconds.

The brunette, after saying goodbye to that crazy blonde, went to his class, not so good-humored and with his face still red. As soon as he entered, he was already faced with the reason for his misfortune and all that remorse he felt, Sai was in the front seat occupying his usual posture of a wax doll. Unfortunately the Uchiha could only sigh and pray that the class would pass quickly, today was really not his day.

After a few days, while watching Naruto - the blonde started to occupy his thoughts in a way that even the Uchiha could not identify - he realized how much he had an incredible talent to fit in, he was already able to draw passionate and unobtrusive sighs from the students, he himself had already heard in the corridors some girls commenting on whether Professor Naruto had any girlfriend and how beautiful she should be. Sasuke could only agree, after all, the blonde was beautiful and with that cheerful personality he certainly attracted several beautiful girls, like those students who argued about him.

Uchiha was already tired, spent the whole day correcting essays about the book he had recommended to his students, he himself felt like the protagonist - helpless - maybe this behavior was the result of his lack of confidence, he never had anyone to praise, it was never enough, it would never be like the brother who was a real genius and only brought pride to his father.

When he went home, in the corridors he saw a pink figure, it was Sakura with a huge smile asking him out, they would go to a bar with the others, probably one the night of friends without any special celebration, for rosé there was no need for reasons to have a good party. After much insistence from her friend, she decided to go, for him it would be very fast, soon Sakura would forget him and so she could leave without being noticed.

Big mistake, there at a table surrounded by people was that irritating and smiling blonde, it is logical that he would be too, he was a teacher, totally sociable and with that he was already a friend of all. The brunette couldn't understand how that blonde managed to monopolize all his attention, and that made him even more angry. That intense look provoked something that not even Sai could do, the Uchiha found himself less and less in love - or with any feeling he had towards him - the student - that in a way made him happy, however, it brought out the apparent interest in Uzumaki.

Wouldn't it be weird if you just ran? "He thought a little uneasily. He tried to leave his thoughts with the blond a little aside and went to sit at the table with a half-fake smile, it was not as if he felt bad about being in the presence of those people, on the contrary, he felt welcomed and happy in the eyes of those who did not. they would judge him for being an introvert, Sakura was a good example, always finding a way to include him in something.

He stayed for some time, a little reclusive and rambling about life, he could only hear the melodious and funny voice of the one sitting next to him, for his bad luck there was only place close to what was being his torment. When saying goodbye, his pink friend as understanding the situation of the friend, asked Uzumaki to accompany him home, she spent an eternity mentioning how small and fragile Uchiha could be assaulted and killed on the street. How dramatic it was - thought the Uchiha, giving a denial signal to his co-workers. They just laughed and put more wood on the fire, extolling the feminine qualities of the Uchiha.

After the moment of shame, the Uchiha was already on the way home, always looking at his feet and with Naruto telling of the time he cut his hair alone when he was a child and the mother-who found out he was called Kushina- running after him with a slipper in hands. He thought a little about how he wanted to have lived moments like this.

Soon, to their unhappiness, they arrived at the apartment door and the brunette tried to say goodbye, watching the blonde's back until his back disappeared at the next corner.

Time passed very quickly and finally, it had already reached the time of tests, the students' despair was visible and they were running to get the content up to date and thus, they did not go to recovery;

On the other hand, the teachers were also not in their best condition, there was an enormous amount of evidence to be prepared, not to mention the fact that the principal put considerable pressure on everything to be delivered on time.

In the meantime, Uchiha had already forgotten his "passion" for the student, giving way to a feeling of friendship, or something else, that he had for Uzumaki. The blonde was more and more "interesting" in his view and, they already had an approach, even had gone out to bars without the presence of co-workers.

They had arranged that after the last day of school, they would go out to drink and have fun. The Uchiha had the impression that this "meeting" was going to be different from the others.