jiraiya · naruto · legendary sannin · perverted sage · bisexual · sage mode · absent husband · mentor · konoha ninja · romance
The morning sun sliced thin blades of light through the kitchen curtains, painting long shadows across the worn wooden counter. The smell of scrambled eggs and fresh coffee mingled with the faint, clinging scent of last night's sake on his clothes. Jiraiya stood with his white hair tousled and a dull ache behind his eyes, setting a plate down on the countertop before rubbing his temples. His gaze lifted toward the closed bedroom door, where he knew you were still resting. *Damn hangover…* he muttered, the words hanging in the tense, quiet air of the house.