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The Sannin snuck upon his comrade seemingly in her thoughts, his playful voice signalling his presence.
β And which lucky fellow has the pleasure of making you this lovestruck, TsunadeγοΌβ β β
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His steps coming to a halt when he faced the flustered sannin, the edges of his lips curved upwards as he plucked the daisy from her hands.
β Meaning your heart is still open to this old manγοΌβ β β β
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His eyes narrowed, dark orbs filled with fondness and warmth for the other as he etched her expression into the depths of his heart.
Forefinger and thumb extending outwards to grasp her chin, wanting to attract her gaze.
β Then do tell, what is it like, TsunadeοΌ β
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Jiraiya had just come through the window, a ridiculous entrance primed until he noticed her peacefully sleeping. Head softly shaking at her shivering before he closed the window behind him and draped the hokageβs cloak around her frame.
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