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^{“You don’t have to be alone.”}

      ^{「 宝  」            He wished she could see his eyes;
                                        Often he wished for things like this. It was too early for that
                                        of course; His glasses were a kind of barrier, a sort of wall
                                        to keep people from gazing into his true meaning. Without 
                                        them, all the lies he told on a daily basis, all the things he 
                                        didn’t want others to know would never pass without notice.
                                         
                       And Colette— she was far too sweet, too beautiful to be a part of that
                                                         cycle; he didn’t want to subject her to that just yet.
                                                         His eyelids, from their place behind his dark rims,
                                                         flickered closed over his iris’s; a frown pulling his 
                                                         lips and denting lines between his brows.} 

           ^{He didn’t know for certain that he could give her what she needed;} 

                     ^{❝ Yes; perhaps, however I think it’s where I belong.❞
       Mostly, he wanted her not to touch on such a subject;
                                  One that { H U R T } so much.}

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^{“Everything is okay.”}

      ^{「 ✔  」            Yes;
                                        He peered at the shoulders before him, dull greenish 
                                        fabric stretched around her torso, her chest hovering 
                                        over him— hands moving back and forth over his body
                                        as though he was a temple, and she was praying to his
                                        limbs.
                                         
                       He couldn’t remember the last time he had been in so much pain;
                                     not that it truly mattered; Pein was no longer invading their  
                                     peaceful village; Konohamaru wasn’t in danger; the villagers
                                     were not in danger; Naruto was not in danger.
                                                         Ebisu did not have any fear any longer; any regret.
                                                         He did not have a care that his body hurt; because
                                                         gazing up at the Hokage who was leaning over him
                                                         paying her respects, her attention, to his body; he
                                                         couldn’t seem to recall why he would ever worry
                                                         about anything like that in the first place.} 

           ^{Giving his body for his village, sacrificing himself so that he could pay his 
           debt to Naruto— Naruto who he owed so much to right the wrong that he
           he serviced that boy so many years ago… 
                                                    Underestimating him. Calling him so many names.
                          He recognized now that they were incorrect. He valued some part
                          of Naruto now, recognized the worth, and even if he would never 
                          admit it out loud, he would die for that child, or any other child in 
                          the village he called home.
          He gazed up at Tsunade from behind somewhat bent, chipped in one place, 
          glasses and gave her the slightest of grins.}

                     ^{❝ Thank you Godaime Hokage-sama. ❞
        And he truly meant that.
                                  — In every way possible.}

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^{“I’m okay, you’re okay, we’re okay.”}

      <sup>「 ✖ 」            And he truly wanted to believe that;     so      v e r y      much.
                                              It seemed to him that Iruka, of all people, wouldn’t
                                              say it if it wasn’t true.    

                                              He couldn’t remember a time in which Iruka wasn’t
                                              someone he could trust.</sup>             

           ^{But as his fingers dipped into the startlingly painless, gaping wound at
           his chest, he felt something surprisingly doubting. He felt an absence 
           within him as when he tried to think of hope; 
                                                                                    Iruka is right; I will survive this.
                                                                                        {        there was none of that.     }}

                     <sup>❝ Yes; I believe you. ❞
        He didn’t; yet another lie he would tell Iruka. Another lie that he was certain
        he couldn’t quite make up for.
                                  — and this wasn’t the harmless kind; the kind he would tell 
                                       about Konohamaru. It was deeper than that.

                       He didn’t dare glance down at his hands which felt slimy as he rubbed
                       his fingers together, didn’t dare reach up to use them to pull away his 
                       glasses like he so desperately wanted to; to not only gaze into someone
                       elses eyes, but to actually have them consciously gaze back.
                                              It was an experience he deserpately needed in his life;
                                                                  |||         H U M A N    C O N N E C T I O N        |||

                                                               He didn’t believe he would receive it today either.
                          Shame he wouldn’t be able to say goodbye to Konohamaru either; he
                          gave Iruka a neutral sort of expression; 
                                                                                                   ❝ Yes.  ❞ He repeated.</sup>

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_{“Can I trust you?”}

                           ^{Could he be trusted? —-
                                                                 Well truthfully that depends on what she was                                                                            trusting him with. { secrets; yes. respect; yes. 
                                                                                                    not peeking when she tells
                                                                                                    him not to turn around; no,
                                                                                                    probably not that one. }
   「 ‼ 」           His eyes, behind their rims, held onto her smooth features, before  
                           he crossed his arms over his chest, straightened his shoulders,
                           and gave her an affirmative nod.}

                ^{❝ Yes—Yes most certainly. ❞}

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          _{As a child Ebisu suffered from many insecurities. They manifested themselves as a high concern with others opinions of him which he still suffers from even to the day. He was highly sensitive towards others. He was not particularly popular.} 

          _{He compared himself to his genin teammates, using it to drive himself forward in an almost negative manner. He was nearly obsessed with the idea of being not only accepted but being considered the equal of everyone and anyone he considered exceptional.} 

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        ^{Ebisu is very single-minded. He makes decisions and stands by them, he is a judge first ask questions later— refine judgement after personal experience— he is very stable in the fact that he does in fact, recognize his tendency to judge quickly.}

        ^{He finds it difficult to apologize when he realizes that his first judgement was mistaken. In fact, Ebisu finds it difficult to apologize in general.  Showing his emotions, expressing himself, he comes up short where these things are concerned.} 

^{[ —-✘—- ]        Digits curled into a fist as he attempted— attempted— to focus on the area slightly above and to the left of the beautiful kunoichi’s head.}

      ^{It took nearly 4 seconds before his will power broke and his eyes behind their shields drifted down to peer into the crystalline eyes before him.} 

^{[ —-✘—- ]        It was a bold move and he was thankful there were glasses blocking his sheepish gaze from her.}

       ^{He brought two fingers up to press the rim of his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose, and when he spoke, his voice was a puff of indignation .”I am no such thing,” He swallowed roughly, “I can assure you I am no…pervert.” He struggled to even say the word.}

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         pls halp.

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         Genma is trying to make me play monolopy.

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         help

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         dont let them atke me!

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         Gai…and…the leotards

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This meme.

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Ebisu does not know what to think of Han. He is a somewhat conservative and strict thinker. He doesn’t mean to, certainly doesn’t do it intentionally, but he often judges a book by its cover and he does so almost instantly. 

Until they prove him differently, actively, impossible to ignore, he will continue holding that opinion of them. (Similar to the way he felt about Naruto for many years.) He is conflicted about Han, uncertain of the mans origins which is something he doesn’t often feel. He likes to think that he knows what is going on inside of peoples heads— which is a mistake because he very very often, does not in fact— and therefore, Han baffles him.