Me : *I take off my akatsuki robe and throw it against the wall* *my athletic body and face is handsome and fragrant* how..
Shizune gasped, her hands covering her own mouth. The Anbu hiding in the ceiling held their breath in unison, their fingers frozen in the middle of the jutsu seal. Zak's actions were completely beyond anyone's expectation in the room.
Akatsuki's cloak—a symbol of fear, bloodshed, and darkness—floated in the air, its red cloud pattern swirling before finally landing slowly near the wall. It was a cloak that the world feared, yet it was now lying just like that on the wooden floor of the Hokage's office, like an ordinary piece of cloth.
In the middle of the room, Zak stood upright. Without that loose robe, his true figure was clearly visible. He wears a standard ninja outfit that fits snugly on the body, accentuating his athletic and robust figure. His arm muscles look strong, and his back is straight full of confidence.
The afternoon sunlight that came in through the large window framed his face. Zak's face was no longer hidden behind a dark veil. He was really handsome, with a firm jawline, sharp yet shady eyes, and neatly arranged hair. There was no trace of hatred or darkness commonly associated with Akatsuki members on that face.
And as the air in the room moved, the scent of Zak's body was smelled. Not the smell of sweat or metal rust, but rather a fresh, fragrant masculine scent, a mixture of cedar wood and a hint of clean soap. A fragrance that contrasts sharply with the smell of gunpowder and death that usually follows a shinobi.
Tsunade was glued. His brown eyes widened, staring at Zak's figure from head to toe. He had seen many things in his life as a Sannin and Hokage—war, destruction, monsters, and heroes. But he had never seen someone so brave to let go of the most dangerous identity he had just to show his true self in front of his enemies.
"How...?" asked Zak quietly, a faint smile that made him look even more alluring.
Tsunade took a deep breath, trying to calm her sudden racing heartbeat. There was a clear red hue visible on her cheeks now, and she no longer tried to hide it.
"You..." Tsunade swallowed a spit, her voice trembling slightly but still sounding authoritative. "You're really crazy, Zak. Throwing that cloak here... It's the same as betraying your organization in front of my eyes."
He stepped forward one after another, until the distance they returned to very close. She stared at Zak's handsome face, her eyes searching for the same honesty she had felt in the hug earlier.
"You're brave, you're strong, and I can't deny that you... You are indeed handsome and fragrant," he admitted, his voice now sounding sincere, without the usual trace of cynicism. "But Zak, you're still a fugitive. And I... I'm the Hokage of the village that you might destroy tomorrow."
He paused for a moment, his eyes sparkling with confusion. "So tell me, with this form of yours and that robe lying on the floor... What are you really offering me? Is this just a deadly seduction, or is there something deeper you want to say, Zak?"
Me : I'll protect konoha from the akatsuki, but 1 thing. *Dating With Me*
The silence in the Hokage's office this time felt heavier, but not because of the threat to life, but because of such a frontal statement. Shizune sat in the corner of the room until she dropped the document she was holding, her face flushed with thought at your very unorthodox request.
Tsunade was glued. His eyes stared at the red cloud robes that lay helplessly in the corner of the room, then turned to staring intently at you—looking at your athletic body, handsome face, and inhaling the masculine scent of you.
He was silent for a long time, his fingers tapping the wooden table slowly. Between wanting to be angry because they feel played, or amazed because there is this magical (and reckless) man who dares to propose the condition of "romance" for the sake of village security.
"Protecting Konoha from Akatsuki..." Tsunade repeated your sentence, her voice low and hoarse. He moves slowly closer to you, until the ends of his shoes are almost in contact with yours. "You know, right, the members of Akatsuki are monsters? Itachi, Pain, Kisame... Are you willing to fight your own comrades for me?"
Tsunade looked up, staring at your firm jaw. Suddenly, he gave a thin, defiant smile—the typical smile of a gambler-loving Sannin.
"You're offering very high stakes, Zak. Making the Hokage your lover isn't just about dating, it's about absolute loyalty," Tsunade raised her hand, slowly tidying up the collar of your slightly messy clothes after you took off your robe.
"Okay," he whispered softly but firmly. "If you can prove your words—if you can make sure that not a single red cloud touches the gates of this village... I'll take your bet."
It pulls your collar a little closer, until your face is only a few centimeters apart.
"But remember, Zak. If you betray me, I myself will make sure you will never kiss anyone again in this world. So... How did you prove your loyalty in the first place as the Hokage's 'lover'?"
Me : *I kissed tsunade on the lips and whispered, calm down beautiful*
The room seemed to lose oxygen. Shizune twisted her body quickly, her face flushed all the way to her ears, while the Anbu up there most likely almost fell out of hiding in sheer shock.
The kiss was brief but full of affirmation. Soft, fragrant, and very bold.
Tsunade was glued. His brown eyes widened perfectly, feeling the warm touch of your lips. For a woman known as the "Snail Princess" who is feared throughout the shinobi world, this moment was an attack that she could not fend off with physical force.