Two days later, Shinji hummed a tune as he walked into the hospital carrying a bag of pork cutlet rice bowls.
"Just try touching me again!"
"Believe me, I'll actually kill you, woman!"
"Don't think I don't know what you're after, but it's useless. That's Lord Jashin's blessing... unless you join our Jashin Cult too."
Standing outside the hospital room, Shinji raised an eyebrow, his expression odd.
Wasn't this the perfect moment for an A-do song to start playing?
Bang!
Shinji kicked the door open, his eyes swiftly sweeping the room.
But the scene inside left him somewhat disappointed.
Hidan, wrapped in bandages, sat on the edge of the bed, letting a short-haired girl examine him.
Despite his sour expression, Hidan actually had no intention whatsoever of attacking her.
Their eyes met, but neither Shizune nor Hidan looked at all embarrassed. They were mostly surprised.
The two of them were so perfectly at ease that Shinji ended up feeling a little awkward instead...
"Haha, I wasn't interrupting you two, was I? Oh, I brought pork cutlet rice bowls. Have some."
"Pork cutlet rice bowls? Hurry up and hand them over! You're finally acting like a decent human being."
Hidan's delight was written all over his face. He opened a container and dug straight in, ignoring the woman beside him.
Between the self-healing power of immortality and the extensive medical ninjutsu Shizune had used after his surgery, Hidan was already more or less recovered. It was just absurd beyond belief!
"Idiot, can you finish all that?"
"I could handle another ten boxes!"
Fuck!
Is that what I fucking meant?!
Utterly speechless, Shinji said, "Sorry about that. Are you a doctor here? I remember it used to be someone with glasses..."
Shizune hurriedly said, "It's fine. I wasn't hungry anyway. No, I