"Super-Hot Paradise"?
Sasuke took the book, looking at its gaudy cover and vaguely familiar title with a flicker of unease.
He vaguely remembered that, in his original world, Kakashi always seemed to carry a book called "Make-Out Paradise." It had been written by Jiraiya of the Sannin, and its contents seemed rather questionable.
Why did this "Super-Hot Paradise" sound like some sort of companion book or knockoff?
Still, seeing how confidently the shopkeeper recommended it, and remembering Naruko's self-proclaimed identity as a "literary girl," Sasuke hesitated before finally nodding.
"I'll take this one." He took out his pocket money and paid.
As long as Naruko likes it and stops being angry, what kind of book it is shouldn't matter that much, right? he reassured himself.
Holding the wrapped copy of "Super-Hot Paradise," Sasuke felt even more relaxed, with a faint hint of anticipation.
As he imagined the surprised or delighted expression she might wear when he gave her the book tomorrow, his steps unconsciously grew lighter.
Yet when he stepped through the gate of the Uchiha Residence, he found the atmosphere at home completely different from usual.
The house was brightly lit, and the scent of food prepared with greater care than usual drifted through the air.
Several efficient women from the clan who rarely visited were busy in the front hall and corridors, wiping down ornaments and replacing the cushions and flower arrangements with more elegant ones.
His mother, Mikoto, stood in the middle of the living room in an apron, giving instructions in a low voice. Her smile held a mixture of solemnity, delight, and a barely perceptible trace of nervousness.
"Mother," Sasuke asked as he approached, puzzled, "what's going on at home? Is someone coming over? Why all the fuss?"
As far as he remembered, the house