The warm early spring sunlight streamed through the window, gently caressing Tsunade's lovely face inside the room.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly as the chirping of birds woke her.
Tsunade sat up. She had drunk too much last night, and her head still throbbed faintly.
She raised a hand and gently massaged her temples to ease the pain.
Turning her head, she found Shizune slumped over the coffee table, sleeping heavily. The corners of Tsunade's lips lifted unconsciously.
It seemed Shizune had stayed up late again to take care of her last night.
The thought brought a warmth to her heart.
She stood, casually picked up her robe, and slipped it on, preparing to buy something to eat on the street outside.
She slowly made her way down the stairs, her black high-heeled sandals clicking crisply against the steps.
At that moment, Senya had just returned from buying breakfast and was heading upstairs from below.
"Tap, tap, tap."
A pleasing series of footsteps came from above on the brown wooden staircase, echoing through the stairwell and sounding all the more enchanting.
He looked up toward the sound, and a flawless white foot entered his view. The gaudy crimson nail polish that usually looked vulgar appeared especially alluring against the black high-heeled sandals, while her toes were as exquisite as carved jade.
But as the owner of those feet continued downstairs and Senya saw the hem of that green robe, a bad feeling rose within him. He hid the buns in his right hand behind his back.
"Why is it you?! You damn brat!"
The two met at the staircase landing.
The moment Tsunade saw Senya, she recalled his insolence from last night—and how he had even threatened her with blood.
Senya edged closer to the railing.
"Uh, what a coincidence. You