Kleptomaniac
I sighed in resignation when I realized that the eleventh position I'd opted for wasn't working. Who would have thought it, me, the embodiment of hard work, the most skilled ninja, unable to concentrate. She should have been concentrating on her research for about three hours, but no, here I am, staring at the wall of my lab, waiting for my brain to connect so I could stop thinking about her.
Tired of swiveling in his chair, he moved to sit by the window only to see the clock on his desk read 4:30 a.m. Thus dashing my slim hopes of getting some work done before going to see Hashirama and his madness. A scent of roses filled my nostrils, and I felt myself going crazy. I couldn't possibly be imagining his smell now.
The first thing Uzumaki Mito stole from me was my time; becoming her personal escort on her frequent visits to Konoha was a twenty-four-hour job. Even when I left her resting in her hotel room, I couldn't stop imagining someone coming through the window to attack her: ensuring her safety became one of my daily pastimes.
The second thing she'd taken away from me was my patience; that troublesome woman could drive anyone crazy, even a logical person like me. Her constant comments, meant to irritate me, succeeded; seeing her was synonymous with a headache.
Not content with that, she also stole my thoughts; even the smallest detail made me think of her. Sitting in the office reviewing Hashirama's paperwork reminded me of our times as ambassadors for our villages; the fire jutsus she invented and perfected made me think of her red hair; warm days, for obvious reasons, made me recall the times I had to go look for her in Uzugakure, even though her village is on the coast; even winter days brought to mind the words she had once said to me: "You should appreciate snow more; to me, it's a beautiful rarity."
The fourth thing she stole from me, and perhaps the most embarrassing, was my first kiss; yes, I wasn't even able to be the one to kiss her. Somehow, it seemed like Mito was always one step ahead of me, and I'm not the most romantic person in the world. Following my rational nature, I had devised a fail-safe plan: I was going to take her to the place where she enjoyed observing the Konoha landscape, we would drink her favorite flavor of tea (mint, obviously), and I would wait for her to relax before approaching and kiss her. But no! She was the one who caressed my cheeks with her fingertips and placed her lips on mine. At that point, I concluded that, when it came to her, there was no such thing as a fail-safe plan.
I could tolerate all of that, but the fifth thing she took from me was the final straw. How dare she steal my work time? I felt like a complete idiot, unable to rest from spending day and night daydreaming about her. I'd done it before for work, but this was crazy. I was already strategizing for the next time I'd see her, missing her like crazy.
─Mito, you're a fucking kleptomaniac ─I muttered to myself as I used my forearm to cover my eyes ─, how dare you steal my heart?