Yugito wore a purple spaghetti-strap nightdress, her long wheat-tea colored hair still dotted with droplets of water that clung to her fair, flushed skin.
Because she had just bathed, she carried a fragrant scent from head to toe.
Her small face was also reddened by the steam from the bathroom.
Under the semi-transparent purple nightdress was a dazzling patch of pure white.
Her upper body was blocked by one smooth white arm, making it impossible for him to see clearly.
"Wh… why are you staring at me like that? Aren't you going to shower?", Seeing Aoba stand up but take no further action, simply staring at her, Yugito grew nervous again.
"Because you're too beautiful right now. I wanted to look a little longer," Aoba answered straightforwardly.
Yugito froze, and it felt like steam was rising from her head, "S… sweet talker. Go take your shower!"
Aoba wanted to say a few more words, but Yugito shoved him hard toward the bathroom, then hid herself in the bedroom.
Aoba sighed, calming the ripples rising in his heart.
He headed quickly toward the bathroom.
Only when he entered the bathroom did Yugito come back out, and this time she had put on a new pair of white stockings.
But sitting on the sofa, she was still restless, especially with the sound of running water from the bathroom making her feel itchy with impatience.
She wanted to find the remote to turn the TV volume up.
But her hand first found the novel she had finished reading yesterday in the gap of the sofa.
Yugito's eyes widened. She panicked and glanced at the bathroom, then carefully checked the book. Seeing no signs that anyone had opened it, she finally exhaled in relief.
She almost suffered instant social death.
She hid the book again and turned the TV volume to the max before sitting on the sofa, holding her chin with both hands as she dazed out.
Thinking about what would happen next, she felt nervous but also full of expectation.
But in the end, she couldn't help adding a bit of resentment.
She suddenly felt she was really useless, actually falling for the traps of that perv*rted jerk.
Back when she first met that guy, he was still a little brat, not even as tall as her chin.
Later, when she became that guy's maid, she didn't abandon her pride, only thinking about escaping that sea of misery as soon as possible and then finding a chance to get revenge.
But after only a year, their relationship had developed into this.
And she had even accompanied that perv*rt in all sorts of ridiculous plays.
Thinking of it, she lowered her head and looked again, then touched her smooth legs wrapped in white silk.
They were indeed smooth and felt nice, but she didn't see what was so special about them. She didn't know why he liked them so much.
'After all, he is a perv*rt.'
While thinking about all of Aoba's "evil deeds," her mind, overheated from the long bath, began to turn to mush, and her body softened before her thoughts did.
Revenge was still necessary. In the future she would definitely beat up that guy's children every day to vent her anger.
Yugito puffed her cheeks. She really was a tsundere. She clearly liked him desperately, yet insisted on hiding it.
The person who wanted their relationship to progress further this past year was actually her.
She had been a Jinchuriki since age two. Back in the Hidden Cloud, she had felt that simply being accepted by the villagers was already something to be happy about.
She had never imagined someone might fall for her.
So when Aoba confessed to her a year ago, she had already been moved.
But even after confessing, that guy kept acting the same as always.
He would tease her from time to time, and when she cleaned, she would often see the aftermath of him fooling around with Konan, Yugao, and the others.
Her heart soured, yet she had no grounds to complain.
Even if she showed jealousy, she would only be teased for it.
So although today's decision seemed sudden, it had been carefully considered.
First of all, she truly liked Aoba now, enough to want to be with him forever.
After becoming a prisoner of the Leaf and being abandoned by the Hidden Cloud, she had become a drifting rootless weed; floating without direction, unable to see a future.
It was Aoba who gave her a home again, a place where she could take root anew.
As long as Aoba did not abandon her, she would cling to his side forever.
After experiencing the pain of being abandoned by a village, she was extra sensitive about such things.
Just as she was finding excuses for herself, the bathroom door opened.
Click!
Yugito instantly sat up straight.
"You seem really nervous?", Aoba walked out of the bathroom and asked knowingly when he saw Yugito stiff as a board.
Yugito's shoulders trembled a little, her voice shaking, "Of course I'm nervous being alone with a perv*rt like you."
Aoba raised a brow, "So you're nervous because you're alone with me? In that case I'll go home first. You should sleep early."
"Huh?", Yugito blinked. Something felt wrong.
When she said that, shouldn't he have replied with something like, "Since you called me a perv*rt, not doing something perv*rted would be a waste," then push her onto the sofa?
'Why isn't he following the script?'
Seeing Aoba already reach the door, she quickly shouted, "Don't go!"
"Does Yugito-nee have something else?"
Aoba turned around and asked curiously.
Yugito twisted her fingers, "To… today's date isn't over."
"Hm?"
"Stay and watch TV with me!"
Yugito came over and, without letting him refuse, dragged Aoba back onto the sofa.
"?", Aoba was speechless.
He leaned back on the sofa, but his attention stayed on Yugito.
Yugito, on the other hand, stared fixedly at the TV without blinking.
Her smooth, round shoulders trembled from time to time.
She had brought him home. She was dressed like this. She had even put on white stockings.
There was no way she had brought him home just to watch TV, right?
Especially with them sitting so close. Her fragrant scent drifted into his nose nonstop.
But Aoba was not inexperienced. He had self-control. He didn't know her exact thoughts, but he could guess she was extremely nervous.
So he made no sudden moves.
"Speaking of which, this afternoon…"
"Mm…"
Aoba casually started a topic. They chatted lightly back and forth.
He did it to ease her tension.
But Yugito was distracted, her eyes fixed on the TV without shifting.
Until she felt a hand slide around her waist, and she instantly gripped the sofa tightly, but she did not resist.
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