In Naruto, I Have an Affair with Mikoto and Kushina

She hesitated before lifting her gaze, her dark eyes searching his. "If…The clan. The village." A small, humorless laugh left her lips. "You do realize what would happen, don't you?"

"You're thinking too much again."

"How can I not?" Her fingers curled slightly against his chest. "We can pretend all we want in the shadows, but if this ever comes to light… They won't forgive me."

She was the wife of a clan leader. A mother. A respected Uchiha. And yet, here she was, tangled in the arms of a man who wasn't her husband.

Souta lifted a hand, threading his fingers through her hair before gently cupping the back of her head. "And what do you want, Mikoto?"

She inhaled sharply.

"What do you want?" he repeated, his voice softer this time.

Mikoto's lips parted, but no words came out.

She already knew the answer.

And that was exactly what scared her.

Souta leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before resting his chin atop her head. "You don't have to decide anything right now," he murmured. "Just stay here. With me."

Her eyes fluttered shut. With him…

Even if only for a little while longer.

His hand gently rubbed slow, soothing circles against her back, grounding her. It was so easy to lose herself in him. So easy to forget the outside world when she was wrapped in his arms.

"…And if they find out?" she whispered.

Souta smirked, tilting her chin up slightly. "Then we'll deal with it."

Mikoto let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head. "You make it sound so simple."

"It is simple," he said, his thumb grazing against her cheek. "It's just the rest of the world that likes to make things complicated."

Mikoto stared at him, searching his expression for even the slightest hesitation. But there was none. Just that unwavering confidence that somehow always managed to pull her in.

Souta exhaled before speaking again. "Mikoto… do you want to see something?"

She arched a brow at him. "See what?"

Instead of answering, he slowly stood up, looking down at her.

Souta shook his head slightly. He didn't need to ask whether she'd keep it a secret—he already knew. He trusted her more than anyone.

Closing his eyes for a second, he let out a slow breath. When he opened them again, his left iris gleamed with an eerie, golden light, intricate black markings.

Mikoto's eyes widened at the sight of his golden iris, a flicker of surprise crossing her face.

"Dōjutsu…?" she muttered, leaning in slightly rather than pulling away. Her sharp gaze studied every detail—the way the black markings shifted, the eerie glow of gold contrasting against his other eye.

Souta stayed silent, letting her take it in.

After a moment, she exhaled, crossing her arms. "…You were hiding this from me?"

He smirked. "I didn't exactly know how to bring it up over tea."

Mikoto rolled her eyes. "Smartass."

Still, her gaze returned to his eye, her expression thoughtful. "I've never seen anything like this before. It's not the Sharingan. Not the Byakugan." She paused. "What can it do?"

Souta hesitated before answering. "A lot."

She raised a brow. "That's vague."

He chuckled. "I don't know everything yet, but… it's powerful. More than I expected."

Mikoto hummed, her fingers reaching out before she realized what she was doing. "Can I—" She stopped herself, glancing at him.

Souta grinned. "Go ahead."

She placed her fingertips lightly against his temple, studying his eye closely. Her touch was warm, gentle, but he could feel the intensity of her focus.

After a moment, she muttered, "You weren't born an Uchiha… but this eye feels dangerous." Her voice wasn't fearful—if anything, there was a glimmer of intrigue in it. "Where did you get it?"

Souta exhaled slowly, deciding how to answer.

Then, he smiled. "It awakened when I fell in love with you."

Mikoto blinked. Then she scoffed. "Oh, please."

"I'm serious." He grabbed her hand, pressing it against his chest. "Maybe it was always there. Dormant. But it only awakened when you became a part of my life."

She narrowed her eyes, skeptical. "So you're saying I'm the reason you have a goddamn golden eye?"

He grinned. "Sounds romantic, doesn't it?"

Mikoto clicked her tongue, shaking her head, but there was a small, amused smile on her lips. "…Idiot."

Still, she stayed close, her fingers lingering against his skin.

Mikoto closed her eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips.

Maybe it wasn't that simple. Maybe the Uchiha clan and the world itself would turn against them.

But right now, in this moment, she wanted to believe otherwise.

Souta let his fingers trail through her hair, feeling the way she relaxed against him. He knew she was thinking about it—what could happen if the clan found out, if society turned against her, if everything they had was shattered by the weight of expectation.

His golden eye gleamed under the moonlight as he whispered, "If they try to bully you, then I'll bully them to their deaths."

Mikoto's eyes snapped open, her breath hitching slightly. She pulled back just enough to look at him, searching his face for a hint of exaggeration. But there was none.

"You…" she started, narrowing her eyes. "You don't mean that."

Souta smirked, tilting his head. "You know me better than that."

Her lips parted slightly, as if to argue, but she hesitated. Because deep down, she did know him.

"You're insane," she muttered.

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