"Neji, I'm cold..."
Neji looked at Sakura before him, her wet clothes offering tantalizing glimpses of skin. What was this? Wet-clothes seduction?
An innocent boy like Neji could hardly handle it. For a moment, he had no idea what to do.
He didn't know where to put his hands-into his pockets or behind his back? In the end, he gave up and shoved them down the front of his pants.
Just then, Sakura pressed herself against him, looking ready to give herself to him.
Feeling the softness and warmth against his chest, he couldn't stop his nose from bleeding.
"Oh, Neji, why are you bleeding? Are you hurt?"
"Ahem, no, not at all. I've just been a little overheated lately. It's nothing, nothing."
Neji waved his hands, forcing out an explanation.
Sakura merely covered her mouth and giggled without saying anything.
You poor thing. As if I couldn't wrap you around my finger.
"Neji, look how late it is. Shouldn't we... do something grown-ups do?"
Sakura stared straight at him, her gaze practically dripping with desire.
"Something grown-ups do?" Neji's imagination ran wild. Lord Jiraiya's novels had descriptions of that sort of thing. No, no! It's too embarrassing to even say.
But Neji was reluctant to refuse. After all, the girl had practically delivered herself to his door. How could he spoil the mood?
After spending ages psyching himself up and finally convincing himself,
he saw that Sakura was already sitting cross-legged on the bed, beckoning him over.
This time, unlike before, Neji walked to her side with his head held high and his chest puffed out. He was just about to speak when Sakura asked,
"Neji, what do you think about this Shinobi World War?"
Neji: ???? Did you say the wrong thing, or did I misunderstand?
"What's wrong,