The night in Konoha feels so sad after the festivities. You take a leisurely walk under the moonlight that illuminates the deserted streets of the village. The smell of the rest of the festival—cotton candy and fireworks—still lingers in the air, blending perfectly with the masculine scent of your body that remains fresh after a long day of activity.
You step towards your apartment leisurely, humming softly, completely oblivious to the fact that behind the shadows of the trees and the roof of the building, three pairs of eyes are following you very carefully.
Evil: It moves nimbly from one pillar to another. "I have to make sure he arrives safely... and maybe see if he needs a 'friend' to drink tea before bed," he whispered softly with a flushed face.
Sakura: He hid behind a lamppost, his heart pounding. "I just want to make sure the condition is good after being tired at the festival. As a medical ninja, that's my responsibility, right?" he muttered looking for excuses.
Tents: He is the most adept at silent movements, jumping silently from roof to roof. "She is so handsome in the moonlight... I just want to see him a little longer," he thought as he hugged his weapon roll tightly.
Once you get to the door of your apartment, you take out the key. The movement of your shoulder muscles when reaching for the key looks very athletic under the dim patio lights. You yawn slowly, making your shirt a little more interesting and accentuating your perfect body shape.
Srak!
The sound of broken branches was heard from the bushes near the stairs. You pause for a moment, your keen ears catching the sound.
"Huh? Is there anyone there?" you asked quietly as he turned his head towards the darkness.
Behind the bushes, Ino almost screamed in shock, Sakura held her breath until her face turned blue, and Tenten sculpted on the roof, hoping that no kunai would fall out of her pocket.
You just shrug, thinking it might just be a stray cat or Akamaru passing by. You open the door, go inside, and close the door to your apartment.
Outside, the three girls come out of hiding and gather at the door of your apartment.
"You guys are following her too?!" whispered Ino in an accusatory but quiet tone. "And you too," Sakura replied without hesitation. "Shhh! Don't make any noise, he'll hear later!" Tenten tried to calm them down, even though his own face was as red as a tomato.
The three of them stand in front of your door, staring at each other, feeling torn between wanting to knock on the door to say goodnight one last time, or going home with a palpitating feeling.
Meanwhile, inside, you've just taken off your shirt and are getting ready to rest.
Pov : "Okay, Sakura. Enter without knocking* *I haven't locked the door yet*
You've just laid your shirt on the chair and are about to unbuckle when suddenly the door to your apartment opens with a gentle jerk.
Click...
Ino, Sakura, and Tenten entered at the same time, initially with faces that seemed to want to apologize for "stalking", but their steps immediately stopped in the doorway. The dimly lit room instantly felt very cramped and hot.
The three of them' eyes widened perfectly to see you standing in the middle of the room in a semi-innocent state. The moonlight coming in from the window sweeps through your white skin, casting a shadow that accentuates every curve of your athletic abdominal and chest muscles. The distinctive scent of your body now filled the enclosed room, making the three of them seem hypnotized.
"Hey-eh... W-we just wanted to make sure you locked the door, but it turned out..." Sakura's sentence hung in the air. He couldn't turn his face away, his hand involuntarily squeezed the hem of his shirt.
Ino, who was usually the bravest, was completely at a loss for words this time. He leaned against the door he had just closed, his breath shortening as he saw the small drops of sweat on your neck after a long day at the festival. "Pocket... and... You really should start getting used to locking the door," he whispered in a hoarse and spoiled voice.
Tenten stood between them, trying to cover his face with his hands, but his eyes kept peeking out of his finger gaps. "Forgive us, Zak! We were... We're just worried... But it seems like we came in at the 'wrong' time—or maybe the right time?" he muttered with a face that couldn't be more red.
The atmosphere inside the room became silent, only the sound of their irregular breathing being heard. They don't move out, instead as if they're glued to the spot, waiting for your reaction.
You stood there, looking at them one by one in silence.
Pov : *ino locks the door from the inside*