"Aoba, if you don't like it then…"
"No, I actually quite like it."
"Then why were you resisting so much at the start?"
"Wasn't I just worried it'd be bad for your body."
"Really? I feel fine though."
"You'll know tomorrow."
"Fine then."
———
Close to noon.
Aoba woke up in the bedroom, glanced at the carelessly sprawled, still-sleeping Anko beside him, and his face looked a little odd.
'Anko really is quite a woman.'
Doing things so easily that others wouldn't even dare to try.
He sighed, then slowly got up to wash.
Not long after, Anko opened her eyes too.
She immediately let out a sharp "hiss," sucking in cold air.
She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow.
'It was fine last night, so why is it so painful in the morning?'
'No wonder Aoba said not to overdo it, waking up really is uncomfortable.'
When Aoba came back in, what he saw was Anko lying on the bed, sucking in cold air over and over, he couldn't help but find it funny, 'Really weak yet still loves to play.'
'Wait, no. Judging by the timeline, Anko isn't weak.'
And she even got double experience points.
He walked to her side and teased her with a smile, "Now you know you were wrong, right?"
"It's all because of you, hurry and heal me," Anko looked at him, dissatisfied.
"Wasn't it Anko-nee who insisted on forcing it?", Aoba looked helpless.
"Mm?", Anko glared at him, then said breathlessly, "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it?"
"…"
'What a wolfish, shameless line.'
But he couldn't deny it, because it was true.
Although he resisted at first, once he tasted the sweetness, it really was good.
Wrapping his hand in chakra, he began using Mystical Palm Technique to heal her.
But as he was healing, Aoba noticed that peaches had turned into juicy peaches.
"Anko-nee…", He couldn't help but want to remind her that it was already late.
But Anko only turned back to give him a lazy, enchanting glance, filled with charm.
Aoba gave a warning pat, sending ripples across.
The wonderful sensation under his hand made him pat a few more times.
Boing! Boing!
And before long, he was pushed down on the bed again by the recovered Anko.
"Anko-nee, it's time to eat."
"Big sis found something tastier."
———
"Hinata, did you find Aoba?"
At Aoba's home, Konan asked Hinata, who had her Byakugan activated.
Her expression was cold, revealing no emotion.
Hinata shrank back a little and shook her head, answering honestly, "Everywhere except the places with barriers set up has been checked, Aoba isn't anywhere."
Although Konan's tone was calm, Hinata still felt inexplicably pressured.
Temari, off to the side, also looked worried.
Yesterday afternoon, Aoba had come home, said he had something to do at night, and left. But now, even till this moment, he still hadn't returned.
They knew he wouldn't be in danger, but disappearing without a word was still unsettling.
Click!
The sound of the front door opening echoed.
A moment later.
"What happened? Why do you all look like this?", Uzuki Yugao, just back from a mission, looked in confusion at everyone's serious expressions in the living room.
———
[At Anko's Place]
Aoba was in the kitchen preparing lunch.
"Why are you adding so little sugar? Put more!", Anko was leaning on Aoba's back, reaching to grab the sugar in his hand, ready to dump a whole pile in.
"No way!", Aoba pulled the sugar away, picked up the chopsticks beside him, and tapped her hand, "Too much sugar will turn bitter."
"Ah!"
Anko pretended to cry out in pain and pulled her hand back, "It's sugar, how could it taste bitter?"
Her face showed the kind of ignorance unpolluted by knowledge.
Aoba didn't expect her to understand anyway. Last night, when he was cooking, he had already noticed the kitchen layout, plus the fridge stuffed with dango and instant noodles.
He knew this woman hadn't cooked much in her life.
Explaining would be pointless, so he just said, "Just know that too much sugar will make it bitter."
"Oh."
Anko couldn't be bothered to think, stopped messing around, and simply wrapped her arms around Aoba's neck, pressing her weight onto him.
Her chest pressed against his back, flattening against him.
After stir-frying a dish, Aoba couldn't take it anymore.
"Anko-nee, why don't you go rest in bed a while, it'll be ready soon."
"No need, this is more comfortable."
While talking, Anko even rubbed her face against his.
Aoba looked helpless, "You used up a lot of stamina earlier. You should rest a bit more. Besides, with you pressing on me like this, it's hard to cook."
Anko blinked, then realized, "You mean I'm just making trouble for you?"
"I'm just worried you haven't recovered yet. After all, when you were mining just now, you nearly collapsed like a corpse."
"Hmph! That's because you weren't gentle, only cared about speed. It's already good that I didn't faint. And you even deliberately aimed at—"
Anko launched a fierce chest attack at Aoba. Of course, it felt more like a massage.
"…"
Aoba was speechless, 'How did the conversation suddenly go off track like this?'
To avoid Anko getting embarrassed and angry and starting a fight in the kitchen, he decided to just let her be.
Though a little inconvenient, it wasn't a big problem.
But clearly Anko's temper had been stirred up.
She began biting at Aoba's face.
Just as Anko was teasing him, planning to get another taste before lunch—
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Suddenly, someone banged on the door.
"Hm?", Anko frowned, 'Why is someone bothering us now?'
"Anko-nee, go open the door first," Aoba looked down at her.
"No way, just pretend no one's home."
"Anko, open the door! I know you're in there!", Outside, Kurenai's angry voice rang out, clearly ready to break the door down.
"Eh?", Anko froze, "Right, I think I had plans to go out with Kurenai today."
"…"
"Looks like Kurenai-nee is here to demand answers."
"I'll open it."
Anko scratched her head, sighing with regret.
But to stop Kurenai from actually breaking the door, she got up and went to the entrance.
"Anko-nee, your clothes!", Aoba reminded her.
Right now, Anko was only wearing a loose shirt and purple panties.
"It's fine, if it's Kurenai it doesn't matter."
Anko waved it off and opened the door directly.
Aoba was speechless.
'Is that really the thing to worry about?'
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