Chapter 70 Old Grass

Tsunade quickly averted her gaze, the blush deepening on her cheeks. "Look... about last night," she began, her tone more serious now. "Forget everything I said, okay? I was just... I don't know what I was thinking."

Hiro sat up, stretching slightly as he looked at her with a raised brow. "Forget?" he repeated, a playful glint in his eyes. "I don't think that's something I want to forget."

Tsunade groaned, rubbing her forehead in frustration. "I mean it, Hiro. I... I wasn't myself. I don't—" She cut herself off when she realized she was rambling. "Just... forget it."

Hiro chuckled, leaning closer, causing her to stiffen in place. "You don't have to be embarrassed, Tsunade. You were being honest. There's nothing wrong with that."

Before she could respond, he gently cupped her chin, tilting her face toward him. Her breath hitched as their eyes met, the intensity of the moment suddenly overwhelming. Without thinking, Hiro leaned in and kissed her softly.

Tsunade's entire face turned crimson. Her first instinct was to push him away, but she found herself frozen, caught in the warmth of the kiss.

With a swift motion, Hiro pulled back for just a second, his eyes locking onto hers, glowing with a fierceness she hadn't seen before.

He caught her hands, entwining his fingers with hers. His grip was firm, but not painful, and before she could react, he pressed her hands back against the ground, pinning her beneath him.

Tsunade's breath hitched, her body tensing as the weight of his presence overwhelmed her senses. She felt the coolness of the earth beneath her, but the heat radiating from Hiro drowned everything else out.

Hiro's lips hovered just above hers, so close that Tsunade could feel his breath mingling with her own. Slowly, his body lowered until he was leaning over her fully, his chest pressing firmly against hers, their hands still pinned above her head.

"You're not getting away this time," Hiro murmured, his voice low and teasing.

Tsunade's chest rose and fell rapidly, her heart racing as her body betrayed the internal conflict swirling inside her.

She wanted to push him away, to maintain the distance she had always kept between herself and others—but the heat of his presence, the intensity in his eyes, and the way he looked at her with such raw desire shattered the walls she had built over the years.

"You.. stop it..," she whispered, her voice shaking, though whether from fear or anticipation, she wasn't sure.

Hiro smirked, leaning in closer, his lips brushing the edge of her jaw, sending shivers down her spine. "I Won't, Tsunade."

Before she could respond, his lips captured hers again, more demanding this time. His body pressed her further into the ground, pinning her completely beneath him, but there was an undeniable comfort in the way he held her.

Tsunade's mind screamed at her to stop this, to regain control, but her body was no longer listening. Slowly, she found herself responding to him, her fingers tightening in his grip as she arched up slightly to meet his kiss.

Her usual strength, her ironclad will, had melted away, leaving only the woman beneath—a vulnerable woman drawn to the fire that Hiro had ignited in her.

Hiro's lips trailed down from her mouth, grazing her jawline before dipping lower, brushing along the sensitive skin of her neck. Tsunade's breath hitched, her body tensing at the sensation.

His lips moved with a teasing slowness, kissing and tasting the skin along her throat, leaving her breathless with each gentle caress.

"You're still overthinking," Hiro whispered against her neck, his hands finally releasing hers. His fingers slid down to cradle her face before moving lower, tracing the curve of her shoulders and arms, their touch leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

Tsunade's lips parted, her breath shaky as she tried to regain control, but her body had other plans. Every time his lips met her skin, her resolve crumbled a little more.

"Shut up," she muttered, her voice barely a whisper. But the words held no bite—they were drowned out by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

Hiro chuckled softly against her neck, the vibration sending another wave of heat through her body.

His lips continued their descent, kissing down the column of her throat and further along her collarbone, each kiss more daring than the last.

Tsunade's hands, once pinned, now found their way to his back, pulling him closer as she gave in to the undeniable pull between them.

For a moment, the world around them ceased to exist. It was just the two of them—Tsunade, no longer the powerful leader burdened by responsibility, and Hiro, no longer the Uchiha with a destiny looming over his head.

In that moment, they were just Hiro and Tsunade, tangled in something neither of them fully understood, yet neither wanted to stop.

Tsunade finally gathered enough strength to push him back, her hands pressing against his chest as she managed to create a sliver of space between them. Her heart was pounding, and her mind was racing, trying to process everything that had just happened.

"I... what... why did you..." she stammered, her voice barely steady.

Completely flustered, her face was practically glowing with embarrassment, a stark contrast to her usual composed self. She avoided his gaze, unsure of what to do with the whirlwind of emotions crashing over her.

Hiro, still grinning, leaned back slightly, his expression filled with playful confidence. "You said to forget what you said, not what you feel."

Tsunade's eyes widened at his response, her heart skipping a beat. She wanted to deny it, but the truth in his words was real.

She had told herself to keep distance, to not let feelings cloud her judgment—but Hiro had a way of cutting through all that, and she hated how much it disarmed her.

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

Tsunade stared at him, speechless. Her face burned with a mix of embarrassment and something else she wasn't ready to admit. With a frustrated huff, she stood up and turned her back to him, arms crossed tightly.

"That... that was completely uncalled for," she muttered, trying to regain her composure, though her heart was still racing.

Hiro stood up slowly, still grinning, and wrapped his arms around Tsunade's waist from behind. The closeness of his body sent a wave of warmth through her, making it even harder to stay mad at him. She could feel his breath near her ear, teasingly calm despite the tension she was barely holding together.

"I'm curious," he said, his voice. "Will our kids be Uchiha or Senju?"

Tsunade's entire body stiffened at his words, her face heating up faster than ever before. For a moment, there was nothing but stunned silence, her brain trying to catch up with what he had just said.

And then, it hit her.

"DIE!!" she shouted, spinning around, her fist raised as she aimed a full-force punch right at him, her embarrassment. Hiro barely managed to dodge, laughing as he leaped back, still hugging his sides from the laughter.

"You—!" Tsunade was fuming, her eyes blazing with indignation. "I'm going to kill you for that!" She lunged after him, but Hiro continued to dodge, still chuckling at her reaction.

"Calm down, old grass!" he teased, only fueling her anger further as she chased him around.

"You won't survive to have kids if you keep talking like that!" Tsunade yelled, but deep down, even she couldn't stop the small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.