"Get used to it slowly." Mirai left no room for argument as he took her wrist and led her into the house.
Kushina followed behind him, muttering, "Playboy," but she did not stop walking.
After entering, Mirai closed the door and tipped his chin toward the bed.
Naori stood where she was, twisting her hands together as the blush on her face spread all the way down to the base of her neck.
Kushina, on the other hand, was quite bold. She slipped under the covers first, then patted the spot beside her. "Naori, come on! I saved you a spot over here!"
Naori looked at Mirai, then at Kushina. In the end, she sighed, slowly walked over, and slipped beneath the covers.
She lay perfectly straight, her hands at her sides, like a log laid out on a bed.
Mirai chuckled, turned off the light, and climbed in.
"I didn't touch you."
A thousand words were deleted here. Shenhe was not included.
"You—"
Mirai chuckled and reached out to take Kushina's hand...
"Enough, enough, I haven't even touched you!"
Kushina hissed, curled herself up slightly, and muttered, "Cheapskate."
The room fell quiet for a while, filled only with the unsteady breathing of the three of them.
Mirai turned his head slightly...
Naori's eyelashes trembled, but she did not pull away.
Then he...
A thousand words omitted. Sigh, it couldn't be posted.
The wind still howled outside the window, but the room was warm.
After staying in the Land of Earth for three days, Mirai had visited everywhere worth visiting, eaten everything worth eating, and soaked in all the hot springs worth soaking in.
Before leaving, he also left Flying Thunder God Marks in several hidden corners around Iwagakure's outskirts—
Ōnoki probably never dreamed that just after seeing off this