The night air in Konoha was calm when Gojo finally reached his house. The streets were mostly empty, illuminated by the faint golden glow of street lanterns, and the silence carried a sense of tranquility that seemed to soak into his bones after the day's events.
He approached his front door, pushed it open, and stepped inside.
The first thing that caught his eye was a figure lying across the sofa in the living room. It was Tsunade. She was sprawled out comfortably, sleeping soundly, without even the slightest concern for her image. Her head rested lazily on the armrest, and a faint, steady rhythm of her breathing filled the room.
Near her, a few empty alcohol bottles lay scattered on the small wooden table — the unmistakable evidence of her late-night drinking session. The faint aroma of sake lingered in the air, mingling with the light floral scent of her hair and the crisp winter air that seeped in from outside.
Her kimono was slightly loose around her shoulders, the soft fabric flowing elegantly over her figure. Even in such a casual and unguarded state, Tsunade looked breathtakingly beautiful — the kind of beauty that carried both maturity and confidence. The loose folds of her kimono slightly revealed her two proud curves, just enough to stir an unspoken temptation.
Gojo, despite his composure, felt a sudden rush of heat rise in his chest. His blood seemed to boil for a brief moment. The sight was… dangerously alluring. But with the discipline of a man used to controlling his impulses, he took a slow breath, pushed down the sudden wave of attraction, and turned away.
Without saying a word, he walked past her, heading toward his room. The sound of the door clicking shut echoed softly in the still air.
The moment the door to his room closed, Tsunade's eyes slowly opened. She glanced toward the hallway where Gojo had disappeared. A faint blush colored her cheeks, and a small, amused smile curved her lips.
"This brat…" she murmured under her breath, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "He's becoming shameless."
Her words were laced with both teasing and fondness. But beneath that, she felt something else — pride. She was still beautiful, still captivating enough to stir reactions from even the younger generation. That thought brought a certain satisfaction to her heart.
With a small sigh, Tsunade stretched slightly, then rose from the sofa. Her bare feet touched the cool wooden floor as she walked toward her own room. Without another word, she quietly slipped inside and went back to sleep.
Meanwhile, in his own room, Gojo moved about casually. He changed into his night pants and a loose night shirt, letting the day's fatigue sink deeper into his body. The fabric felt soft against his skin as he prepared to rest.
He lay down on his bed, shifting until he found a comfortable position, and closed his eyes.
That's when he noticed it — a faint, steady breathing sound that wasn't his own. His eyes opened slightly, and a spark of alertness flared in his mind.
The breathing was close. Very close.
Turning his head toward the side of the bed, Gojo frowned. His instincts sharpened. Then, with a sudden movement, he lifted the bedsheet.
And there she was.
Karin.
The red-haired girl had somehow managed to sneak into his bed without him noticing. Her bright crimson hair was slightly messy, and her expression was one of playful guilt mixed with boldness.
Noticing Gojo's strange, questioning eyes on her, Karin simply stuck out her tongue mischievously, her lips curling into a smug little smile. She didn't look embarrassed in the slightest. Instead, she crawled forward and positioned herself directly over him, lying against his body with a kind of casual boldness that would make most people flustered.
Her hands moved instinctively, resting against his abdomen. Her fingertips brushed over the firm muscles of his eight-pack abs, and a visible shiver ran through her.
Her face turned crimson instantly.
Her nose began to bleed faintly, and her lips parted as if she was lost in thought. Drool formed at the corner of her mouth as she stared at him with an expression halfway between dazed fascination and shameless hunger.
Gojo, watching this, let out a dry cough.
"Are you satisfied now?" he asked plainly.
Karin nodded without thinking, her mind clearly elsewhere.
Gojo reached up and gave her head a light knock with his knuckles. It wasn't hard, but enough to snap her out of her daze. She flinched slightly, holding her head with both hands, and her eyes glistened faintly as if she was about to tear up from the sudden pain.
A small mist of moisture formed in her eyes as she looked at him pitifully.
Gojo sighed. This girl… she's really turning into a female pervert.
But despite his thought, there was no real irritation in his tone. If anything, there was an odd kind of acceptance. He didn't truly want her to stop — her straightforward and bold personality was one of the things he liked about her.
Still, he had to ask.
"Why are you here?" His tone was calm, but his eyes stayed on her, waiting for a serious answer.
Karin puffed out her cheeks in frustration.
"You went to Hinata's house," she said, her voice tinged with grievance, "and you had dinner there… on New Year's night… without me! You left me all alone!"
She crossed her arms, pouting like a child who had been left out of a game.
"So you need to compensate me today," she continued, leaning closer. "Or else… I won't forgive you."
Her voice softened, but her eyes held a stubborn glint. She even slightly raised her chest forward, trying to emphasize her own curves as if to compete for his attention.
Gojo, however, remained unaffected. He had already seen Tsunade's far more… commanding figure earlier that night. Compared to that, Karin's attempt was like comparing a small boat to a grand ship.
He sighed.
"What do you want?" he asked, cutting straight to the point.
Karin's expression brightened instantly. A slow, satisfied smile formed on her lips.
"I'll sleep here tonight," she said matter-of-factly. "You'll be my teddy bear."
Gojo stared at her for a moment, then allowed a small smile to form. This girl… always like this.
He gave a slow nod.
Immediately, Karin's arms wrapped around him like a koala clinging to a tree. She buried her face against him, inhaling his scent with the kind of blissful expression one might expect from a lovestruck nymph.
Her breathing slowed. The tension in her body eased. And within minutes, she drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Gojo lay there quietly, listening to her soft breathing. The faint weight of her against him was warm — surprisingly so. He didn't say anything. Eventually, his own eyes closed, and the room fell into silence.
The next morning arrived quietly, with a faint winter chill brushing against the windows of Gojo's home.
He woke up with a soft groan, his eyes fluttering open to the dim light filtering into his room.
However, he quickly realized he wasn't waking up in peace.
Karin was still there, clinging to him tightly as though she were a living, breathing octopus wrapped around her prey.
Her arms were looped firmly around his torso, her legs tangled with his, and even in her sleep her hold was unyielding.
It took Gojo several patient minutes — and a careful twisting of his body — before he finally managed to free himself from her grip.
Once free, he sat up, exhaled a slow sigh, and shook his head helplessly at the sleeping girl.
After quietly changing into his day clothes, he headed to freshen up and prepare for the day.
By the time he stepped out of his room, Karin was awake as well, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand and yawning deeply before heading to get dressed.
In the main room of the house, Gojo was mildly surprised to see Tsunade already awake.
Unlike her usual late mornings after heavy drinking, she was sitting calmly, her posture relaxed yet composed, sipping from a cup of freshly brewed tea.
The steam curled lazily from the porcelain cup, drifting up toward her face as she looked every bit like a lady of high standing — except for the faint evidence that last night she had clearly been indulging in alcohol.
Karin's mother and Shizune were already busy in the kitchen area, preparing breakfast and setting the table.
The smell of warm rice, miso soup, and grilled fish filled the room, blending with the faint aroma of tea.
When Gojo and Karin stepped in together, Tsunade's lips curved into a teasing smile.
Her honey-brown eyes narrowed slightly in amusement as she said in a deliberately casual, almost mischievous tone,
"Well, well… what a beautiful little moment we have here. You two have already started sleeping together, huh?"
Karin froze on the spot, the color in her cheeks exploding into a vivid crimson.
Her eyes widened, her lips parting wordlessly for a second before she quickly lowered her head to hide her flustered expression.
The teasing words had struck directly at her embarrassment, making her heart pound faster than it should so early in the morning.
Gojo, on the other hand, remained entirely unfazed.
His expression didn't even flicker as he yawned lazily, stretching his arms slightly before replying in a flat, almost bored tone,
"Yeah."
Then, without any sense of guilt or shame, he walked over to the table and sat down, casually picking up a pair of chopsticks.
Karin, still caught in her own storm of embarrassment, could only stand there for a moment longer before following him, her blush refusing to fade.
Shizune, watching from the kitchen, sighed softly and turned toward Tsunade.
"Tsunade-sama, don't tease them like that. Can't you see Karin is feeling uncomfortable?"
Her tone was one of mild reproach, clearly protective of the younger girl.
Tsunade simply waved her free hand dismissively, as though brushing away the comment like an unimportant detail.
"I know, I know. You go do your work," she said simply, her smirk lingering just faintly before she returned her attention to her tea.
Gojo began to eat his breakfast without hurry, his expression still calm.
Across from him, Karin's entire face was practically glowing red — the blush had spread all the way to the tips of her ears.
She picked at her food, not daring to meet anyone's eyes, though inside her heart was strangely light.
Because despite the embarrassment, she was happy.
Very happy.
In her mind, this morning had marked a kind of "victory."
Now I'm the first one to sleep with Gojo together, she thought with a small thrill of satisfaction.
Her imagination, of course, didn't stop there.
Next, I'll be the first one to kiss him… then the first time we'll have our moment… then marriage… and then… our children…
The images in her head played like a little daydreamed movie — a life where she and Gojo were together in every possible way.
The warmth of those fantasies made her lips curl upward unconsciously, a dreamy, lovestruck smile forming on her face.
Her eyes softened, and without realizing it, her chopsticks had stopped moving altogether.
Her mother, seated nearby, noticed the faraway look in her daughter's eyes, along with the oddly blissful smile tugging at her lips.
Reaching over, she gave Karin a light but firm knock on the head with her knuckles.
"Ouch!" Karin flinched, jerking slightly in her seat and clutching her head.
Her mother gave her a knowing look and said in a dry, no-nonsense tone,
"Eat your breakfast. And don't sit there smiling like an idiot."
Karin quickly straightened her back, flustered and slightly annoyed at the interruption of her sweet daydreams.
She picked up her chopsticks again and began to eat properly, though her cheeks were still faintly flushed.
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Elsewhere, in the quiet but imposing Uchiha compound, another scene was unfolding.
Sasuke Uchiha was walking alongside his older sister, Shizuka Uchiha, on their way to school.
Or rather, Sasuke was trying to walk normally, but his face made it hard to ignore the truth.
It was covered with fresh bruises — faint purplish marks along his cheekbone and jaw, and a faint swelling near his left eye.
His voice carried a tone of grievance as he finally spoke up.
"Shizuka-sister… why did you beat me up today?"
His question wasn't filled with anger so much as confusion and frustration.
After all, he had woken up this morning only to find himself on the receiving end of his sister's fists before they even left the house.
Shizuka, hearing his complaint, didn't even slow her pace.
She glanced at him briefly, her eyes calm and steady, before saying in an almost casual manner,
"Your face really made me want to beat you up today. So I did. Any problem?"
Her lips curved ever so slightly, though it wasn't a friendly smile.
"In fact… if you do have a problem, come here. I'll give you another round."
As she raised one of her fists just enough for him to see, Sasuke immediately tensed.
A shudder ran down his spine, and he quickly shook his head.
"No, no! I'm fine! Totally fine," he said quickly, his words tumbling out in a rush.
Shizuka snorted faintly, a sound of mild disdain, before turning her attention back to the path ahead.
Sasuke, watching her walk away, couldn't help but clench his fists at his sides.
His teeth ground together in quiet frustration as he muttered under his breath,
"Why… why do I have to suffer such beatings? This is all that bastard Gojo's fault. My sister clearly likes him, but that bastard still wants more girls. I'll definitely beat you one day… wait for me, Gojo."
His eyes narrowed slightly, determination flickering in their dark depths.
But before he could indulge too long in his private grumblings, Shizuka's voice rang out sharply from ahead.
"Why are you standing there talking to yourself like an idiot? Come here."
The sharpness in her tone made Sasuke flinch involuntarily.
He immediately ran forward to catch up with her, not daring to keep her waiting.
Just as he reached her side, however, her fist came down lightly — but firmly — on top of his head.
"Behave normally in school, okay? Like me," she instructed in a serious tone.
Inside, Sasuke's thoughts were bitter.
Normal? Sister… you are definitely not normal.
But outwardly, he only nodded meekly, the image of obedience in front of her.
Sometimes, survival meant pretending.
And with that, the two Uchiha siblings continued toward the school gates, their dynamic as strange and unbalanced as ever.
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End of Chapter
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