After personally seeing Little Deer off, Naruto retraced his steps, feeling as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
Now that Sasuke wasn't feeling well, he certainly couldn't go home and stay by himself.
After all, for the past four and a half years, Sasuke had never left his side and had cared for him with meticulous attention.
A person could be devious, but they still needed basic principles and boundaries.
"Release!"
When Naruto reached the courtyard entrance, he dispelled his Transformation Technique. Wearing that heartthrob's face was honestly rather stressful.
The girls like Shikamaru, Choji, and Kiba Inuzuka weren't much of a concern. The real problem would be if Sasuke couldn't stop thinking about his male appearance.
It wasn't that Naruto lacked confidence in his original face.
Please.
With extraordinary people like Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki as his parents, their child was bound to be good-looking, all right?
Naruto returned to the bedroom, where Sasuke was clearly waiting for him.
Seeing Shikamaru off had only taken a few minutes round trip. The untouched Brown Sugar Ginger Soup was probably still too hot.
"Ah, finally got rid of that eyesore," Naruto said shamelessly.
"Hmph. I think you're deliberately covering something up."
Sasuke pouted at Naruto unhappily. "I've looked after you personally for four and a half years. I can still pick up on the slightest changes in your eyes..."
Sure enough, how had that master's famous saying from his previous life gone?
Right. Suspicion was the most powerful enemy.
The room fell slightly quiet. After sharing his assessment, Sasuke didn't ask any further questions.
But the more Sasuke acted that way, the more pressure Naruto felt.
In the end, Naruto could only pick up the Brown Sugar Ginger Soup with a wry smile and sit beside Sasuke.