Anthology

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Gaara looked up from his desk as the warning bell began to ring to yet another group of kids gathered around a cellphone. Giggles and a few snickers here and there breaking up the rough noise of teenagers slipping into the desks, all of them with their eyes glued to the screens. A familiar voice tumbled from the phone, the kids all fans of their local YouTube. After all he was one of the only ones Konoha City had, what with it being a small city. 

Gaara was intimately aware of Naruto's videos and work, though not because he spends hours watching them. Naruto (or Hokage20Never as he was known on Youtube) had a lot of followers and even more viewers. The blonde was sociable, comedic and had a knack for getting into and telling entertaining stories. Though the blonde didnt videos about stories, to games and reviews and whatever random stuff he managed to get his hands on. Naruto even has a cooking playlist for people who struggled with that. 'Born from experience.' Gaara thought as he recalled how terrible of a cook the blonde used to be, though the redhead didn't mind that much. Naruto was still a better cook than he was. With the money he was making from YouTube videos Naruto didn't technically have to work, but of he decided to keep a part time job as a mechanic at Kakashi's shop. 

It should be noted that despite all of the stories the blonde told and shared, he still kept his private life, well private. Unfortunately, this meant more people pining over the seemingly available Naruto Uzumaki. Gaara was highly aware of all of the speculation that even his own students made about the blondes love live. It annoyed him almost as much as having fully grown adults doing the same thing. 

Gaara shook his head to free himself from those thoughts and waited until the final bell rang. Afterwards most of them put their phones away, except for a few. Gaara had already pulled up the powerpoint for the day and given each of them their handouts. A group of four were still sitting the back watching the their phone intently. Gaara blinked, eyeing them for a moment before making his way back there. Naruto's voice was getting clearer and by the time he was next to them, Gaara could tell which video it was without even glancing at the title. (It was a new "Never Have I Ever " which he made in response to all of his fans asking for.) 'judging by the sound they are about halfway through the video.' Gaara thought listening to Naruto tell another story about a speeding ticket he had once gotten. 

The rest of the students in the class were smirking watching as the redhead walked up, but otherwise did nothin to warn to the still oblivious group of girls who were too focused on their phone.   Gaara stopped and stood next to them, silently crossing his arms, when one of the still obvious girls sighed and said,

"I wonder what kind of car he drives." 

Gaara frowned. Naruto had yet to make a video about his very much loved car (He had even taken to calling the vehicle Kurama) despite multiple requests. 'He did try once however.' Gaara thought recalling the how the shortest attempt had ended up about an hour long. The redhead put his foot down for that one.  The blonde promised that he wouldn't post it until it was shorter than thirty minutes. 

"Do not mention Naruto's car." Gaara stated, effectively announcing his presence to them. "If you do he will never stop babbling." After saying that, Gaara pulled the phone from their hands turned it over and walked back the front of the class. "You may have this back once class is over." The girls grumbled but otherwise behaved. 

Gaara was not a teacher who liked to put up with complaints and those typically just made any punishment worse. "Turn to page two hundred and eighty four. We are starting the unit on the fall of Kaguya's Empire."

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Two days later, Gaara sat silently in the teachers lounge, glad to be off of lunch duty. His fellow co-workers were all hunched together at a table going back and forth about one of Naruto's new videos. 

 "Have you seen it? It's fantastic." Kiba said with a laugh.

"No," was Lee's whining response. "What's it called?" 

"'How To Not Fuck Up an Omelet'."

"Is it good?" Choiji questioned, curious.

"I just said it was." Kiba said frowning.

"I meant the omelet." Chouji replied, as though it was implied that Naruto Videos were always good. 

"Of course it was."

Gaara rolled his eyes and tried to ignore them as he ate. 'At least now it's a group of males discussing his videos.' Gaara thought, 'And the omelet was good, despite the obscene amount of bacon and cheese.'  It was a true proof of their loyalty when his coworkers showed up to work the next day each carrying a lunch from one of Narutos cooking videos. Gaara himself was curious if anyone would notice his own well-made lunch despite the fact they all knew he was a terrible cook.

Today it was hand tossed salad, soup and noodles with a made from scratch brownie. Gaara's husband had long since refused to tolerate him brining simple PB&J's and Oatmeal Cream pies to work for Lunch. Everyday single day. Without fail. 

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Three days later, Gaara glanced down at his phone reading the text he just received before making his way through the loud crowd. The students were already swarming their way to the cafeteria for lunch. The front office (his destination) was on the opposite side of the campus from his classroom but the redhead only had to step outside and look across the courtyard to see who he was looking for. 

He was unfortunately being swarmed by the growing number of teens and even some staff members who were praising his work and asking questions. It was with a deep breath that Gaara began to make his way towards the mini-mob. 

Naruto Uzumaki, for all of his internet fame and glory was a lot nicer in person and typically prefered to either go big and loud or just not be noticed. Simply put, the blonde was a man of extremes. Regardless Naruto handled the attention just fine, answering the often repeated questions and even signing what looked suspiciously like homework with random pens and mechanical pencils shoved at his face. 

By the time Gaara had crossed the courtyard some of the students began to scatter and the co-workers began to shoo them all away. It was after another selfie that Gaara finally managed to snatch Naruto's attention. 

"Gaara, there ya are. Here." The blonde said with a wide but easy grin. 

"Thank you Naruto." Gaara said the tips of his ears turning bright red as he took the brown lunch bag Naruto was handing him, the same moment the blonde snuck a kiss on his cheek. 

Gaara wasn't embarrassed about the kiss, it was the loud and vocal reaction it had gotten from the students that made his ears turn red. Their sharp squeals made him wince. 

Unlike usual, Gaara had been running late and forgotten to grab his lunch. (A fact of which he blamed Naruto's excessively high libido for) Thankfully Naruto didn't have to be in the shop today so it was fairly easy for the blonde to make the drive to the Highschool and drop it off for him. 

One of Gaara’s bolder more... excitable students was already loudly announcing, "Oh My Gods! GAARA IS IS DATING NARUTO!" Naruto justed blinked and raised his brow. 

"Actually, Gaara is married to Naruto." Thr blonde said, lacing their fingers together and holding up their hands to show off their wedding rings. The resulting squeals made Gaara wince, the cumulation of so many high-pitched sounds highly painful.

Naruto however only laughed, squeezing the redheads hand once before letting it go and turning to leave. "See ya at home Gaara." The blonde murmured before saying loudly, "Didn't the lunch bell just go off?" The student, now reminded that their forty minutes window for food was rapidly shrinking scattered like rabid animals. 

Well, except for a few far more devoted fans who clung to the blonde shadows asking questions about the blondes car. Gaara shook his head as he saw a familiar please grin spread across the blondees face and he doubted those student would make it to lunch. 

Gaara adored Naruto and respected the blondes car Kurama, but when the blonde got really passionate (like he does about Kurama) he always turned into an overgrown five year old.