The morning sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains.
Anko lay sprawled across Goten's chest, tracing circles on his collarbone with one finger, her hair as messy as a bird's nest.
"Son Goten... are you even human?"
"What's wrong?"
"Every bone in my body's fallen apart. I can't even straighten my back."
Anko tried to roll over, but a pang shot through her waist, and she fell right back down, her cheek pressed against Goten's chest, unable to move.
Goten rested a hand on her lower back. A faint golden light glowed at his fingertips, and a warm stream of ki flowed down her spine.
The soreness faded rapidly. Anko hummed in comfort, nestling against him, too languid to move.
"This is cheating... you can heal people after beating them up? How is that fair?"
"It's not beating you up. It's exercise. You did pretty well last night."
"Shut up!"
Anko reached up to cover his mouth, but her arm lost its strength halfway there and dropped around his neck.
Her coat and fishnet underlayer were still piled on the floor. She had only a thin blanket wrapped around her, leaving her collarbones and shoulders exposed, their fair skin dazzling.
Two knocks sounded at the door.
Anko tensed all over and burrowed under the blanket without thinking.
The door swung open.
Temari walked in carrying a tray with two steaming bowls of ramen and a pot of tea.
Her four blond braids were pinned behind her head, her apron neatly tied, her steps steady and her expression calm.
It was exactly like walking into her own kitchen to serve a meal.
Anko's brain froze for three seconds.
She had expected an explosive fit of jealousy. Instead, Temari set the tray on the table and nodded to her.
"Morning, Anko.