In a four-and-a-half-mat Japanese-style room, on a double bed atop the tatami.
Under Naruto's forceful advances, Hinata's eyes gradually grew hazy.
"Naruto-kun..." She wound her arms around his neck, which should have been perfectly smooth.
Naruto had been bedridden for over a year, and Hinata had cleaned him and changed his clothes every day.
But as his body temperature rose, hot sweat had soaked his neck.
Hinata's fragrant hair spilled loose, her pale body laid bare as she let Naruto's large, bandaged hands roam over her. Beneath those bandages, the Rinnegan that had once belonged to Momoshiki stirred restlessly...
They were just about to lose themselves in each other.
The door opened...
Konan stood in the doorway, panting, and caught them poised on the brink.
The air in the room instantly froze into mortified silence.
Naruto reacted first, subtly shifting his body to shield Hinata from Konan's view.
Then he straightened his back and gave Konan a decidedly manly smile. "Konan~, could you wait outside for us a moment?"
"Y-yes... Take your time. There's no rush, no rush at all. I-I'll go keep watch for you." Konan backed out of the room and pulled the door shut.
Though she tried her hardest to appear composed, her faintly trembling voice and the paper flower she wiped from her forehead, which fell onto the doormat as she left, betrayed how flustered she had been.
"Naruto-kun, what do I do? I can't face Konan now..." Hinata covered her burning cheeks and shook her head.
Naruto reassured her, "It's all right. Konan is like a real older sister to us."
"It's all right. Konan is like a real older sister to me, and she's had experience with this sort of thing herself. It's nothing..."
His reassurance worked, and Hinata gazed tenderly into her husband's