In Naruto, I Have an Affair with Mikoto and Kushina

The next day, Souta returned to the tea shop. The familiar scent of freshly brewed tea filled the air, grounding him in the routine that had once been so simple.

Now, he had some security. Though he hadn't had a chance to test his new ability—or dojutsu—he couldn't exactly experiment on just anyone. And he had a feeling he wouldn't be getting the opportunity anytime soon.

It functioned like the Sharingan in a way. He could activate it at will, his left eye shifting just as the Sharingan did—turning on, off, and reverting to normal after use.

Now.. Now...

Would Mikoto come today? And if she did, would she act as if nothing had happened between them?

He didn't have to wait long to find out.

The chime at the entrance rang, and as if on cue, Mikoto stepped inside. Her expression was composed, her posture as poised as ever. But Souta wasn't fooled.

She was tense.

Her gaze flickered toward him briefly before she approached her usual seat. "The usual," she said softly, as if expecting him to keep things professional.

Souta smirked. "No morning greetings? After what happened?"

Mikoto's grip tightened slightly on the edge of the counter. "Nothing happened."

He chuckled, leaning forward. "Liar."

Her breath hitched, but she kept her expression neutral.

Souta took his time preparing her tea, letting the silence stretch between them. He could see the way her fingers curled against her lap, betraying her tension.

"You should be careful," he said casually. "If you keep reacting like that, someone might suspect something."

Her eyes snapped to his, dark and unreadable. "There is nothing to suspect."

Souta set the teacup down in front of her, watching as she hesitated before taking it. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough so that only she could hear.

"You know, you're not a very good liar, Mikoto."

Her fingers trembled slightly around the cup, but she quickly steadied herself. "And you're too bold for your own good."

Souta grinned. "That's what you like about me."

Her breath caught, but before she could respond, Souta intentionally tilted the teacup just enough to spill a small amount of warm liquid onto her sleeve.

Mikoto gasped softly, jerking her hand away as the tea stained her kimono.

"Oh, damn," Souta said quickly, adopting an apologetic tone as he grabbed a cloth. "I'm so sorry, Mikoto."

She frowned, dabbing at the fabric. "It's fine—"

"No, no, let me help." Souta glanced around the shop, noting the presence of a few other customers. Keeping his voice even, he gestured toward the back. "Come with me. There's a private room in the back where we can clean that properly."

Mikoto hesitated, but with eyes on them and her sleeve still damp, she had little choice. "Fine."

Souta led her toward the back of the shop, sliding open a door to a small, private room used for his use. As soon as the door closed behind them, the air between them thickened.

Mikoto folded her arms, narrowing her eyes. "You did that on purpose."

Souta smirked, stepping closer. "You wound me, Mikoto. Do you really think I'd do something so childish just to get you alone?"

"Yes."

He chuckled, reaching for the cloth again. "Well, maybe you're right."

She exhaled sharply, watching as he knelt before her and gently took her sleeve, dabbing at the fabric with slow, deliberate movements.

"This isn't necessary," she murmured, voice softer now.

"Maybe not," he admitted. "But I like taking care of you."

Her breath hitched, and she looked away. "You shouldn't say things like that."

Souta paused, tilting his head up to meet her gaze. "Why not?"

"Because… it makes it harder."

He stood slowly, closing the small distance between them. "Harder to do what?"

Mikoto swallowed, gripping the edges of her kimono. "Harder to resist you."

Souta smiled, lifting a hand to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Then don't."

Souta's fingers lingered against her skin for a moment before he let his hand drop, but his presence remained close, warm, and deliberate. Mikoto inhaled slowly, as if trying to steady herself, but the tension between them was undeniable.

Without a word, he shifted behind her, his arms slipping around her waist with ease. She stiffened slightly but didn't pull away. His chin found its place on her shoulder, his breath fanning against her neck.

Mikoto tensed further when she felt his lips brush against a spot just below her ear. Her body betrayed her as a shiver ran down her spine. Souta smirked, recognizing the mark he'd left on her yesterday—a faint lovebite just behind her neck, barely hidden by her hair.

"So it's still there," he murmured, amusement laced in his voice. "I was wondering if it had faded."

Mikoto's fingers tightened around the edge of her kimono. "You shouldn't have done that in the first place."

"Didn't hear you complaining at the time," he teased, pressing his forehead lightly against her temple.

She exhaled sharply, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she found her resolve again. "You're impossible."

Souta chuckled, his hold around her tightening just enough for her to feel the steady beat of his heart against her back. "Maybe," he admitted. "But I don't mind being impossible if it means getting moments like this with you."

Mikoto turned her head slightly, but she didn't push him away. Instead, she sighed. "You're going to get me in trouble."

"Then let me make it worth it."

Before she could respond, his stomach let out a low, insistent growl. The momentary shift in mood made her blink, then, to his surprise, she let out a soft laugh.

Souta groaned playfully, resting his forehead against her shoulder. "And just like that, the moment is ruined."

Mikoto smirked, shaking her head. "Serves you right."

He sighed dramatically. "There's a kitchen in here, isn't there? I think I deserve a meal after all that effort."

Mikoto rolled her eyes but didn't pull away from him just yet. "You're unbelievable."

"And you love it," he shot back, flashing her a grin.

She didn't answer right away. Instead, she shifted in his hold, finally slipping away as she walked toward the small kitchen. "You're lucky I'm feeling generous."

Souta leaned against the doorframe, watching her with an easy smirk. "I'm always lucky when I'm with you."