'Before I hung up the phone all I could hear
Was the dial tone ring in my ear
If I could go back in time
I'd say those three words
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you
And this can't be saved if you can't be found
You hung up and left me for dead on the ground
You didn't even say goodbye
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you'

Finally, Kiba stepped off the bus, hand on the strap of his bag as he looked around. He was going to realize his dream soon. He had just started at Konoha University. He is a freshman, majoring in Veterinary Science, to become a vet.

Also, Konoha had a swim team, which he would be joining. With his duffel bag in his other hand, he began the trek to the dorms. He'd have a male roommate, most likely a freshman like himself.

Upon arriving to his assigned room and opening the door, he was shocked to find half the room covered in clothes and two posters adorning the wall to the left.
Definitely curious as to who his roommate was, Kiba began to set his things about the room, taking the other small dresser and setting his two bags at the foot of his bed.

From the messenger bag, he extracted a book, Insomnia by Stephen King. He then laid on his bed and continued to read.

A tall blond teen was running down the hall, his head down, tears streaming down his lightly tanned face.
He couldn't believe it, AGAIN! Fumbling with his key, he finally unlocked the and opened the door to his room, banging it shut and flopping onto his bed and continuing to sob into his pillow.

The blond hadn't noticed the brunette on the other bed. The brunette, however, had noticed the blond and was now sitting up and looking over at the blond concernedly.

Torn, Kiba sat and watched for a few moments before walking over to the other bed and sitting beside the blond and comfortingly rubbing circles into the blond's back.
A bright blue orb blinked at him through tears. "Who are you?" He sniffled.

"Your new roommate. Can I know what's wrong?"

"I was dumped. Again!" The blond exclaimed, bursting into more tears.

Kiba continued to rub the blond's back. "Why?"

"Because I said 'I love you' and he said 'I think we should see other people'."

The blond continued to sniffle, tears still flowing from his eyes, but his chest no longer heaved.

A while later, the blond asked, "So what's your name?"

"Kiba Inuzuka."

"Naruto Uzumaki."

'Now that you're gone I'm wasting away
The life has been siphoned right out of my veins
If I could go back in time
I'd say those three words
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you
And this can't be saved if you can't be found
You hung up and left me for dead on the ground
You didn't even say goodbye
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you'

- Elsewhere on campus -

A tall, lanky red head was sitting on a picnic table in the shade of one of the largest trees on the campus. His sea foam green eyes were staring into the distance, focused, yet unfocused.

His thoughts, as always, were on why he was here instead of at his estate.

But of course, he knew to whom the blame fell. His father. Though that word was imbued with anger, his face remained smooth, emotionless. His father was keeping him out of the way. So that things could be ran as he wanted them. Because Gaara was still a child, he had much studying to do before he could take over the business.

Only in his thoughts did he snort at this.

He knew more than that fool man could ever hope or even dream to know. He knew far more. Yet he had been shipped here, along with his two siblings, Kankuro and Temari. Kankuro wasn't fazed of course, he was excited and had been on the verge of begging to be allowed to go to the University, simply, to meet guys. Nor was Temari fazed, all she cared about was getting the next girl into her bed.

Again, he only snarled in his mind.

They were such wastes of space! It was as if they did not care about their well-being. Their future. Although he did not put much stake in family, those two had been there for him, unfailingly. So, he would protect them, always. Sometimes though, they were just so infuriatingly stupid! Now, for instance, leaving him and going off to find new fuck buddies. When they should be plotting how the fuck to get back and their business not be in shambles! He had created the business himself, he was only eight years old. His uncle had seen his sketches and work, and together, they began it. For five years, it had been his. Then his father had realized it was making money. And so, first opportunity, he had shipped Gaara and his siblings off to University.

On the inside, Gaara seethed with rage. On the outside, he was the picture of perfect, dark calm.

'When you said those three words
I kinda freaked out
When you said them first my jaw hit the ground
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you
And this can't be saved if you can't be found
You hung up and left me for dead on the ground
You didn't even say goodbye
And this can't be saved
And this can't be saved
If you can't be found
If you can't be found
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you
I shoulda woulda coulda said it back to you
'