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Post-"stress relief," Sasame stepped out to find Tayuya beet-red and gaping.
Oops. Forgot she was here.
"P-Pervert!"
The girl's shriek snapped Uzumaki Ena from her daze. Catching sight of the unfamiliar child, the crimson-haired woman trembled—her face flushing to the roots of her hair.
Social death had never felt so literal.
"Still energetic?" Sasame's grin turned predatory.
Tayuya backpedaled, phantom tickles resurfacing along her soles.
"Dinner soon."
Dismissing her, Sasame turned to Ena—now burrowed into his chest like an embarrassed octopus.
"Sorry."
He knew her temperament. Being observed mid-"lesson" was far beyond her comfort zone.
"It's… okay." Her whisper was velvet-soft, though her legs still wobbled. Had time permitted, Sasame might've served a second course.
"Onii-chan!"
Karin's voice shattered the moment. The redhead barreled in, shooting Tayuya a curious glance before wedging herself between them. "Me too!"
Ena hoisted her up with a wry smile. This traitorous daughter…
"Cooking duty calls." Sasame booped Karin's nose, eliciting a pout that vanished at the promise of food.
"Tayuya. Inside."
The girl bristled at his summons but obeyed under threat of "consequences."
"A stray I picked up."
Karin and Ena blinked. Tayuya's eye twitched.
STRAY?!
A hissed warning later ("Play nice—or else"), the quartet settled into an awkward truce. Ena's gentleness and Karin's excitement over a potential playmate gradually wore down Tayuya's defenses.
For now, peace prevailed.
Two days later. Konoha's gates.
Tsunade and Asuma materialized at the village entrance. The familiar streets hit Tsunade like a tidal wave—one face dominating her thoughts.
How's he been?
Asuma chuckled at his own nostalgia. "I'll go hassle the old man. See you, Tsunade-sama."
"Mm."
Alone now, Tsunade inhaled deeply—then nearly dislocated a shoulder when arms snaked around her waist in a shadowed alleyway.
"Welcome back, nee-chan."
Sasame's voice froze her retaliatory strike mid-motion. Close call. Every inch of her was a weapon.
"Katsuyu ratted me out, didn't she?" Tsunade spun him around, pinching his cheeks with gruff affection.
"We're just spiritually connected~"
"Liar."
Yet she didn't resist when he nuzzled into her chest—though her breath hitched at the warmth of his breath through thin fabric.
This brat…
"Later." Tsunade peeled him off, feigning sternness. "Not in public."
Reputation mattered. For his sake, not hers. The last thing he needed was gossip about "Hokage's granddaughter corrupting a minor."
Sasame barely processed her retreat before his gaze snagged on her swaying hips—amplified by heeled sandals.
"Wait up!"
Catching her hand, he marveled at how the mundane streets brightened in her presence.
This was happiness.
Senju residence.
"Where's Shizune?" Tsunade flopped onto the couch, stretching with a groan.
"Helping at the hospital."
Sasame handed her water, which she drained in one go.
"Massage me."
"…Eh?"
Tsunade shed her jacket, revealing toned arms and a collarbone that begged to be traced. "Problem?"
"None at all."
His fingers found her shoulders—but his mind raced.
Since when does she ask for this?
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