Summary: Summary: Your skills have secured you a job as a chef for Lady Tsunade's inauguration, providing you with a chance to finally leave your village and explore the world. Unfortunately, you unlock your clan's mysterious Soulmate Kekkei Genkai when you encounter a certain white-haired Jonin. In denial, you attempt to ignore it, only to drive him absolutely mad. How long can you resist before fate intervenes?
Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV. Part V. Part VI. Part VII. Part VIII. Part IX. Part X.
*Now edited with new cover image*
Note: Slow(ish) Burn. This will be composed of several parts, some of which will be NSFW 👀 Please let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list! I will try to update as fast as life will let me!
The Land of Lilies was a vibrant and peaceful village, where the countryside is covered in flowers and the weather is always beautiful. It was a place where laughter echoed off the sun-drenched hills, and the sweet scent of blooming lilies mingled with the tantalizing aromas of freshly baked goods from the market. It was a pleasant home, though perhaps a bit boisterous and pretentious. Still, it was home. “The Land of Love,” as it was more commonly known, capitalized on its reputation, becoming the go-to honeymoon spot across the lands. Couples flocked to its beautiful hot spring resorts, enchanted by the romantic scenery and the idyllic promise of everlasting love. And thanks to you, the village now boasted the highest quality food on this side of the continent.
Yet, amidst the charm and allure, there lingered a shadow of disappointment. Your clan was said to possess the rare Soulmate Kekkei Genkai—Un Mei No Hito—though only eight people had ever unlocked its potential, and just one was rumored to be alive. More folklore than fact, it served as a local legend, an enticing tourist attraction beckoning hopeful romantics with: “Come find your soulmate in the Land of Lilies!” Girls grew up dreaming of meeting their knight in shining armor, of unlocking this mysterious dojutsu with a foreign lover.
Your mother used to tell you tales of how your clan is blessed with eyes that can sense their soulmate, and once eye contact is made, the Kekkei Genkai is activated. You will be able to sense their presence, become sick in their absence, and even read their minds. And until the two soulmates kiss, fully forming the Kekkei Genkai, they will be led back together by fate.
It’s nothing but a bunch of bullshit, really. And a pretty stupid dojutsu if you do say so yourself. Other clans wielded powerful abilities, such as the capacity to warp time and space itself, while yours was relegated to finding a soulmate.
Stupid.
Not that you ever really cared. It was all a dumb fairytale that you gave up believing many moons ago. Soulmates aren’t real, they’re just an elaborate story spun to entertain children. And no— you’re not bitter, just realistic.
Which is why you poured every ounce of your passion into your work. What had started as a side gig blossomed into your true calling. You had a unique gift: the ability to discern flavor combinations by smell alone. It allowed you to blend spices and ingredients in ways that had yet to be explored. Your talent didn’t go unnoticed, and soon the resort promoted you to executive chef, granting you the freedom to reinvent the entire menu. A high-budget remodel and rebranding followed, and business boomed like never before.
This was about two years ago, and your name must have spread across the lands because a special courier delivered an elaborate envelope for your hands only.
It was a formal invitation (and paid position) to cater the inauguration of Lady Tsunade as the Fifth Hokage. Your hands crumpled the paper as you tried to stop yourself from actually jumping with joy. This was your opportunity to get out of this place and explore the world— and it will not be squandered.
Before the courier could depart, you hastily scrawled your acceptance on a scrap of paper and sent it back with him, heart racing with excitement.
Time to start packing.
When you arrived at the Hidden Leaf Village, there was a pair of Shinobi at the gate to greet you and lead you to your lodging. The sun was beginning to set, and the town was winding down for the evening, but there was still an excited buzz to the air as you drifted behind the two men. The village was massive, at least four times larger than your hometown, just from what you can see.
You felt a mix of awe and anxiety as the villagers glanced your way. In your home village, new faces were a common occurrence—people drifted in and out like leaves in the wind. Here, however, you could feel the weight of curiosity upon you, a palpable energy that made you acutely aware of every gaze. Maybe it was the Shinobi entourage that piqued their interest, you mused with a slight pout.
The Shinobi leading you must have sensed your apprehension. “Don’t worry about them, people here are just a little nosy.” The man with a large scar on his cheek says as he throws a look back at you. He has kind eyes, which give you a flicker of comfort, so you give him a shy smile and nod.
“Everyone’s just wondering who the new cute girl on the block is,” the other pitches in with a light chuckle. His long hair was pulled back by a bandana and he had a metal senbon perched between his lips, which were curled back in a devious smirk.
You were speechless, your cheeks flushing a bright pink when he peeked behind to look at you. He gave you a quick wink before being shoved forcefully in the shoulder by the previous man.
“That’s enough, Genma, she just got here.” He ground out sternly before turning to offer you an apologetic smile. Genma recovered quickly and resumed his aloof stance, hands still in his pockets. “Don’t mind him.”
“It’s fine, really,” you manage to squeak out as the supposed Genma stifles a small laugh.
Your cheeks were still burning as they led you further into the village. You had flirted, hell, even been with other men. But the local boys and visitors were not… Shinobi. Something about a man in uniform gets you flustered, and that’s an unfortunate discovery to have at this very moment.
After they brought you to a large inn at the town's center, you quickly checked in and settled your bags. “The Hokage’s office is in the big red building on the map, and you’re in the center of town, so everything should be close by,” Raido instructed, handing you a folder filled with helpful information. “If you need anything, just flag down anyone with a Leaf headband and they’ll help you out. In that folder are instructions and a list of contacts as well.”
“Thanks,” you reply curtly as you take them, leaning against the door frame to your room.
“My number is also in there, if you need anything. Anything at all.” Genma throws in with his cheeky smirk, his eyes fixated on yours, ignoring the flash of anger coming over Raido’s face.
“You’re walking a fine line, buddy.” He says as he jabs a finger into Genma’s chest. Genma simply puts his hands up as if to surrender before turning to leave with a familiar chuckle. “Have a great night, maybe we’ll see you around,” Raido finishes with a nod.
“Maybe so, thanks again.” You manage to say while attempting to level your voice, annoyed that you’re so easily flustered by them.
He gives you a polite smile before heading off, leaving you alone in your suite. Taking time to go over everything you were given, you learn you have a meeting with the Hokage at 10 AM about the preparations, along with a long list of contacts (which did, in fact include Genma) and a detailed map of the village.
Nearly collapsing into the bed, you thank the gods you have a private bathroom and pass out in record time.
———-
The morning sun filtered through your window, waking you well before your scheduled meeting. You took your time getting ready, wanting to make a lasting impression on Lady Tsunade. After a long, hot shower, you took care in styling your hair and applying a light layer of makeup, finishing with a dress that struck a balance between professional and flattering.
You scrutinized your reflection in the full-sized mirror, humming to yourself with approval.
Soon enough, you found yourself standing in front of Lady Tsunade’s desk with an extravagantly long list of requests and ideas. It was a chaotic mess of ideas- essentially just a bunch of random notes on a piece of paper. And sake bombs were highlighted and circled in at least three separate places.
You look up from the paper with a single raised brow and are greeted with the Hokage’s gentle smile. “Sorry, it‘s not the most organized, but it should be enough to give you a jumping off point.”
“Yes, m’lady, there are plenty of things to work with here. Do you know how many people I will be cooking for?”
“The banquet will include exactly 638 people. The rest of the village will be having a festival. You will be prepping food for everyone on the council, clan elders, and some of our elite Shinobi.” Lady Tsunade rested her chin on her laced fingers, giving you an encouraging look. The weight of her words settled over you, a mix of excitement and pressure. You will be preparing food for the most important people in the Leaf Village.
You nodded, steeling yourself. “I will begin to make a mock-up menu for you to review, and we can go from there. Does that work for you?”
Before she can respond, a blonde-haired boy dressed in a bright orange jumpsuit comes busting through the door, nearly running full speed into the Hokage’s office.
“Hey Grandma Tsunade—” the boy starts, but then cuts himself off as he screeches to a halt right next to you.
Lady Tsunade's eye twitched with anger before she spoke. “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something here?” She asks with an irritated huff and a glare that looked like it could kill.
You watch the boy gulp and then put his hands together and begin to profusely apologize.
He was actually adorable, and you couldn’t help but laugh quietly at his exaggerated mannerisms.
“Naruto! You can’t just run into the Hokage’s-”
Your attention is pulled away from Naruto to a tall, white haired Shinobi who came running in after the boy. His uncovered eye locked onto yours, and the words immediately slipped from his lips. The intensity of his gaze was unsettling yet thrilling, sending an unexpected shiver down your spine.
Your cheeks flushed red under his stare, and your breath got caught in your throat; it almost felt like your heart stopped for a moment. As his singular eye took you in, you felt drawn to the mysterious Shinobi, struggling to look away.
What the hell?
You somehow muster the ability to break eye contact and turn back to the Hokage, forcing yourself to ignore the masked Jonin. Luckily, the Hokage was too busy glaring at Naruto to notice your flustered state.
You could still feel him looking at you; hell, you could sense his entire presence. It felt like a spotlight, and the heat from your cheeks spread throughout your entire body. Unsure of what to do while the Hokage bickered with the young boy, you clasped your hands behind your back and threw a small glance back at the Shinobi.
Who was still staring at you. Blatantly.
What’s his problem?
You bite your lip in nervousness, your gaze moving to your feet. Was he checking you out? Judging you? It was impossible to tell with just a single eye visible on his entire face. That being said, he is quite attractive for someone hiding most of their face.
And he’s tall. Tall, mysterious, and-
You’re pulled from your thoughts as you hear more running footsteps approach the office. A pink-haired girl turned the corner with a glare that matched the Hokage’s, and her presence unnerved Naruto immediately.
“Sakura- wait!” He cried out before he got pummeled by the pink-haired genin.
The girl quickly recovers and bows politely to both you and the Hokage. “So sorry about Naruto’s rude interruption, m’lady!”
“Yeah, sorry, Grandma Tsunade. And you, too, lady!” Naruto says as he rubs his reddening cheek.
“Uh,” you stammered dumbly amongst the chaos that just broke out.
“Alright, you two, come with me and wait in the hall. Our apologies,” the white haired Shinobi cuts in with a small wave of his hand and a squinted eye as he motions the two children out of the office.
His eye meets yours again before he leaves, and you can swear you see a subtle blush creeping from under his mask.
Hm, interesting.
You continue to ignore him as you’re left alone with Hokage and her assistant once again.
The Hokage sighs loudly before leaning back in her chair. “Well, we’re about finished here anyway. Bring me your mock-up menu when you get the chance. I’ll give you a list of all the vendors so you can introduce yourself and start compiling what you need.” She brings her hand to her face and sighs again, even more loudly this time.
“Sounds great, I’ll have it ready as soon as possible. Have a great day, m’lady,” you say as you bow to leave.
Leaving her office, you can hear the two genin bickering at each other, along with a heavy sigh from the masked Shinobi. As you leave, all of their eyes are on you, and your nervousness rises again.
The white haired man had both of his hands in his pockets as he slouched against the wall, that same damn eye fixated on yours.
“Sorry about Naruto, he can be a real jerk,” Sakura says sheepishly with a gentle smile.
“No worries, we were done already. She said you can come in now.” You fiddle with the chicken scratch paper in your hands as Sakura gives you a polite bow.
“Sorry again, pretty lady!” Naruto says before running full back into the Hokage’s office with Sakura stomping behind him.
Now in the presence of just that man, he says nothing, just watches you.
Ugh, creep, you mutter inwardly before turning to leave without a word.
Even though you kind of hoped he would have said something.
Ending note: I just want to throw in here that I am in love with the idea of Genma just being the town whore lmao
Summary: Hello, can I request a Naruhina x nurse reader? (if it bothers you, you can make the characters separately) So the reader is like some kind of stereotype of the cute and clumsy nurse and her power is some kind of medical jutsu but faster and more effective but it tires the reader too much and It's like a flower because its jutsu intensifies and regenerates with the sun, it also has to stay very hydrated. By Anonymous (⌐■-■)💕
A/n: I wrote this on the train… just thought it would be a fun fact.
“N-N-Naruto!” You blurt out, causing all heads in the clinic to snap your direction.
Sakura sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose with a small huff in anticipation of your inevitable ruckus.
Despite Naruto’s swollen eyes, he still manages to lift his head to look your direction and give a friendly wave. “Oh hey! What’s up?” He asks, with a huge toothy smile, causing your hand to shoot it to return his wave, only for your fingers to catch the edge of a nearby tray, sending the contents flying through the air and crashing onto the floor with loud clanks.
“Oh dear!” You yelp, scrambling to the floor to pick up the dropped items.
The nearby medical staff collectively groan.
“Why don’t you go help the clerks fill out Naruto’s medical notes- Kay?” Sakura urges, shoving you back through the double doors.
“But—“
“Now!” She demands, with a final push causing the doors to slam on your way out. Sakura spins on the spot returning by Naruto’s side, to continue the physical assessment.
“Jeeze, what a clutz.” Naruto mutters, seeing the uncleared chaos you’ve left behind, just like always. “Why did she want to become a medical ninja to begin with?”
“She only gets that way when you’re here.” Sakura slipped out.
“Huh?! What does that mean?” Naruto pushes… because… what the hell could that mean?
“Idiot— she’s talented, I’ll show you.” Sakura, against her better judgment, calls you back into the room. With a stiff stance, you make your way to Naruto’s side, tugging nervously at your hair.
“S-Sakuras asked me to heal you, so I’ll be doing that now.” You announce, as Naruto nods supportively.
You left Naruto’s shirt, cheeks heating up at the sight of them. Suddenly, your meekly body language turns solemn, your focus intense, your eyes locked onto something no one else could see.
Your palms lay flat on Naruto’s abdomen as a brighter light erupts, turning to flames that dance to the centre like a bright flower.
It’s possibly the most amazing sight Naruto has ever had the chance to witness.
You step back, with wobbly footing as another medical staff member grabs a hold of you, pulling you back out through the door with assistance.
“Um…. Is she okay?” Naruto asks, as Sakura assesses your handy work.
“She has trouble controlling her chakra, she’ll be find though— just needs some water and sun.” Sakura mutters indifferently. “Well, go ahead take a look.”
Jumping up from the bed, Naruto stands in front of the mirror to see… a clean self, no pain, no scars, no wounds, not a speck of dirt. The only evidence of his fight is left on his torn clothes.
Personally, I’ve always thought that the Senju and Uchiha clans were considered noble bloodlines within the Land of Fire, especially during the era of Konoha’s founding,They all had political power, legendary abilities, and access to valuable resources so it’s logical to assume they also held a certain level of wealth and influence.But when I compare them, I honestly feel like the Uzumaki Clan stood a bit above the other two.Why? Because they didn’t just have prestige in the ninja world they were the leaders of their own country: the Land of Whirlpools.That kind of status changes everything. Having a village is one thing but having an entire nation under your protection, along with your own sealing systems and defenses? That’s on a completely different level, and above all, Mito Uzumaki gives off serious royal energy.Even in her youth, she wore a headpiece that looked very much like a tiara or crown. If we assume it was made of gold or some other precious metal, then it wasn’t just a symbol of power it was a luxury item that, in ancient times, would’ve represented royalty or high leadership. Not to mention, she was chosen as the wife of the First Hokage, which could very well have been a politically strategic union.
Yes, this really aligns with what I had in mind when it came to the creation/expansion of Ushizo. The Senju and Uchiha had a lot of power and wealth in comparison to other clans. But with the Uzumaki's prestigious nomadic roots and pacifist ideals, they would need land where the damiyo aligned with their views. And thats how Ushizo came to be, but what further established their political and royal roots would be Mito's mother's marriage with the prince. Causing the Uzumaki to rise in power that's beyond the Senju and Uchiha. As we know, in Konoha, the one who provides the funds, missions, and so on is the Daimyo of the Land of Fire. By having the Uzumaki clan be a part of the damiyo family for the land of the whirlpool, they aren't under the Damiyo and have to listen to their request and do as they please.
Also, we know ninjas were treated as weapons even before the founding of hidden villages and since both the Uchiha and Senju are indeed one of the strongest clans within the Narutoverse it make's sense alot of their wealth and prestige came from missions taken from higher ups.
Mito also gave me princess vibes and also priestess vibes, which aligns with what I'm writing for the Uzumaki clan and for her. I do agree that their marriage is a political strategic union. For their marriage, I thought it would work well that it was Mito's grandfather who arranged the marriage alongside Hashirama's father to restrengthen the alliance between the Senju and Uzumaki, but also because Mito's grandfather wanted even more political power and since Hashirama wished to create a hidden village in similar fashion to the Uzumaki. In his mind having his granddaughter marry Hashirama who comes from a clan their already allied with whose also strong and have the politcal poweress.
I feel like before the Uzumaki settled and created/expanded Ushizo, they weren't as politically strong as the Uchiha and Senju, but that doesn't mean they didn't have the prestige of either clans. They avoided conflict, and conflict avoided them. During their nomadic days, I do think other clans and ninjas alike would avoid the clan at all costs. The Uzumaki weren't the common ninjas; they were instead guardians, protectors of their secrets. They were a nomadic clan full of scholars who excelled in the sealing arts; they have so much to offer and so much to take from.
The Uzumaki clan would already be a culturally enriched clan before their settlement, and since they focused so much on building their foundations, Ushizo was able to come to fruition quickly. And as I mentioned with another person since the Uzumaki was most likely the only clan within Ushizo, they held the most influence and power.
I'm in the middle of creating what kind of fighters the Uzumaki clan was, and one of it involves fan dances, and I was thinking of how there would be a rumor that the whirlpools in Ushizo are manmade by the Uzumaki. This would be half true as the whirlpools occur naturally but the Uzumaki who are proficient in either wind or water elements would strengthen or calm the whirlpools depending on whether it's an enemy or ally approaching their broaders.
But anyways I loved reading what you had to say this is so fun :)
hello!! I hope you are feeling well!! can i ask for headcanons madara and tobirama with f!reader who is a very strong kunoichi, equal in strength to them? but at the same time she is very affectionate with them. thank you in advance!!
A/N: I am having a good energy day today so I am good thank you! I hope you are well too. Oh absolutely! This is actually my favourite kind of s/o to write for them. Not that I can't imagine them with a non-fighter s/o it's just this is my favourite kind of dynamic to write for these two. Including the affection too haha. Thanks for the request.
For him strength is quite the turn on. He sees you kicking someones ass or taking someone down and that's the moment he's down bad. Madara is attracted to you immediately.
Bonus points if you can banter with him too THAT really gets him hooked. Strong AND can hold your own against him with your quick wit?
Be still his beating heart. Probably says that out loud.
Chases you from the moment he sees you if it's village timeline. If it's pre village he's internally suffering over the "enemy" he's longing for into the late evenings.
You might be on opposing sides but his nights are filled with your interactions.
He's tossing and turning constantly.
Those interactions run through his head and he's tormented by the fact you'll never be his but still he longs for you. He craves you. He has to have you~
The interactions the two of you have are heated.
Fights where the two of you battle for dominance, cutting each other with honeyed words in a cloud of lust.
It was hard to tell if he was fighting you or flirting with you. Injuries were had but none dyer or ever resulting in serious consequences.
Then came the day you forced him onto his back, weapon kicked away and arms pined beside his head. Both of you panting. The tension palpable.
The way you to stared at each other, pupils dilated—it couldn't be seen as disdain or hate but something else.
That's when the two of you kissed.
You weren't really sure who leant in first. The two of you met in the middle. Both of you wanting this from the beginning.
Your lips sweet on his. He couldn't help but wanting more as he pushed, pushed, pushed further into the—oh his hands were in your hair now—when did your hands release him?
The two of you together are a couple of insatiable gremlins. He's just as affectionate although he does attempt to keep it in check in public.
The second his jealousy is kicked into gear though or his possessiveness kicks in so does his physical affection.
If you are in anyway the same it only spurs him on too.
You kiss him in public? He's smirking like a show for the around onlookers after.
It's to say 'Yeah this is my s/o.'
Always pushing into your touch the second you're reaching for him.
Take his chin in your hand and pull his face (tug that bitch) toward you. Make him wait (he's not patient but make him be it's fun) and gently brush you lips against his to keep him wanting.
It's a good way to make him melt and rile him up.
There's also the gentle moments. The absent minded touches. The two of you always seem to have a hand on each other. Resting on a thigh, the small of the back, head resting on a shoulder.
Physical affection in private can be a little more playful. Just bite his shoulder and he'll not even think twice about it. 'May I help you?' or 'And what do I owe this pleasure?' Yes, biting his shoulder amuses him, ergo pleasure lmao.
Kind of gets an ego boost seeing all the different sides of you.
TOBIRAMA SENJU
Honestly? Tobirama NEEDS someone who can kick his ass. Whether that be verbally or physically it doesn't matter as long as you call him out on his shit.
The fact you are on the same physical level as him as a shinobi is just a bonus (and he won't admit it in a hundred years but he's turned on~)
You've got to play it smart with the affection and not come on too fast too soon. Honestly, in general with all things with Tobirama you can't come on too fast.
He's like a gentle current, flowing steadily along the stream until suddenly he's a powerful waterfall crashing down (yeah that's him falling for you–steadily then all at once)
At first the affection is going to be a point of discomfort for him.
One, because he's not used to it and two, he's not sure why he keeps thinking about it. The feel of your touch, wondering about the meaning behind it.
It makes him so frustrated because you've become a distraction and somewhat a fixation for him–pulling him from important priorities.
it's not long before he pushes that logic aside though.
He starts longing for more of your touch, expecting it and seeking it out. More and more. It's all he can think about.
Those small touches of affection are things that get him through the day and the warmth he begins to crave.
He tolerates them now.
Tobirama runs cold and by nature seeks out warmth. Finds his hands soothed when yours envelop his. The same when your hand finds his cheek. It takes everything not to press into it. Sometimes he lets himself (just a little) and mostly when he's exhausted.
Craves physical affection.
Touch starved.
Will almost never seek out your touch so you intiating physical affection is the perfect balance.
Just kind of leans into your hold whenever you reach out. Like a magnet to your warmth. Whole body presses against you when he's exhausted, that's your cue to pull him close and gently stroke your fingertips up and down his back.
Put each hand on his cheeks and stroke them. When he relaxes thats the time to catch him off guard (not really he's always on guard but he's more relaxed) and pull him in and kiss him. Long drawn out kisses that leave him longing.
These moment give him a little more energy. They allow you to see those rare small smiles.
Tobirama also really values your opinion on things regarding shinobi life and village life in general.
Will ask your input on things and involve you on village matters (sometimes just to spend more time with you) other times simply because its important to him.
Post policy discussion make outs at home once you come to a conclusion of how to strengthen the village. Holding him tight and kissing him hard.
Tobirama is very into you in these moments.
It may take a little time for Tobirama to adjust to the affection but it is something he grows to not only love but take comfort in. He appreciates your strength and affection in equal parts.
Someone tell me to draw. My Apple Pencil fell behind the bed and I was so lazy that I left it there for over a week lol. Now I’m struggling. /sigh
Taking simple requests to hopefully motivate me to actually get it done in a decent amount of time.
I will not do NSFW on this particular page (implied or tasteful semi-nudity is fine). I try to keep things pretty PG-13 so that all ages of Orochimaru simps can enjoy my art/page.
All forms/versions and ages of Orochimaru are acceptable.
Most ships are welcome (I will not do OroAnko or OroSasu).
Illustrations will be done in standard anime style with basic color.
Tags/Warnings: @brokennerdalert Neji is RICH, Slice of Life, Fluff, No Pronouns for Reader
Notes: Short and sweet, based on the time I spent 2 months in Florence
It shone though during little moments like this.
Your hand settled in the crux of his elbow as you made your way down the stone streets. Tall, pastel buildings sat crammed together to provide shade for the bustling market on the cobblestone. A bakery displayed baskets of bread in front of the open-doored shop. Across the way sat an ice cream store with elaborately decorated display cones hanging in the window.
Neji said little as you navigated through the busy road. You remarked about the little things on display, not even having to look where you were going as Neji led you along by the sleeve of your robes. Neji filled your closet with light, flowy robes suited for hot, dry days like this. He had a good sense. The weather was perfect with your summer clothing and the breeze from the river.
You let go of Neji’s arm, rushing up the bridge’s stone steps. The bridge consisted of stairs and platforms where jewelers set up little shops to sell silver and gold. Neji trailed behind, watching with a hint of stoic sentiment as you excitedly admired the ornate necklaces in the shop windows. A single chain with a sapphire stone caught your eye.
The attendants were all too happy to usher you inside, falling over you as they showed you gemstone after gemstone. Neji stood patiently inside the door of the quaint jewelry boutique with arms crossed as you shopped. You turned to him with a pair of silver and pearl earrings held up to your ear. The light struck you in such a way, filtering through the elegant draping of your hair.
“These?” you asked, the shiny pearls glinting as they dangled from thick, glossy paper. “Or these?” The intricately crafted metal hung down from chain links to create a wave-like shape down to the base of your neck. Neji couldn’t say he saw a difference.
“Get them both,” he said with a slight nod. He made brief eye contact with one of the attendants, who swiftly approached the register. You didn’t notice, opting to roll your eyes with a pouty drawl of his name.
“Neji…” You frowned but didn’t stay disappointed long as you busied yourself comparing expensive metals and precious gemstones. You didn’t bother to look at the price or notice Neji handing over a large wad of cash to the attendant at the register.
He came over to stand next to you as you continued to look at the products under the glass cases, wrapping an arm around your waist as you pointed out the bracelets and necklaces that interested you. After much— one-sided— deliberation, you settled on two pieces, clinging onto Neji’s arm excitedly as your jewelry was plucked from the case and packaged neatly in white tissue paper. They were handed directly to you.
You hardly noticed an attendant handing Neji his own bag, filled with every other piece of jewelry you had expressed remote interest in. You held your smaller one up at him with a grin and kissed him on the cheek in thanks. With another polite goodbye to the shop attendants, you ushered Neji outside.
You stood together on the bridge, looking over the water and babbling about shopping. The water below rushed underneath, reflecting the sunlight to sparkle over the surface. Neji studied you as you spoke, taking in the shape of your nose and the curve of your lip.
He reached into his little bag— the one you never noticed until now— and plucked out a tiny tissue paper package. You fell quiet as Neji neatly unwrapped the paper to reveal the necklace you had captivated within the window. He undid the clasp, cocking his head slightly to the right as he draped the sapphire ornament around your neck.
Neji kept you completely and utterly spoiled.
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