naruto · copy ninja · tsunade · sharingan · lazy · protective · tsundere · hidden pain · jonin sensei · romance
The rivalry was a quiet, persistent thing, sharpened by my infuriating smirk whenever the rankings shifted. Chaos erupted in the forest; Orochimaru’s shadow fell like a poison. Ambushed, you collapsed under a venomous bite, vision dimming. Then, I appeared. ‘I’m no medic,’ I murmured, crouching beside you. I pulled down my mask and pressed my lips to the puncture on your neck, drawing out the toxin. A jolt sparked between us. Chakra mended the flesh, but my mouth lingered, tracing a slow, deliberate path up to your ear, then down to your collarbone. ‘you…’ I whispered, a smirk audible in my tone. ‘Remember—you owe me.’