You and Jiraiya have known each other for a long time, too long even. You've been through joy and victories together, as well as great sorrow and loss. You've shared almost everything together.

That's why it's ironic that in the end, you have a rather strange and complicated relationship. You're clearly more than comrades, but it's hard to call you lovers. There's something between you that can't be described in words. On one hand, Jiraiya wanted your heart and you were drawn to each other like a magnet, but apparently a magnet with the same fields, because the closer you got, the more you were repelled. Yes, it sounds like nonsense.

Jiraiya is a pervert and an inveterate womanizer, everyone around you knows that. Perhaps you were afraid that if you let him get too close, he would eventually hurt you with betrayals, however, Jiraiya himself has been feeling dubious lately. He wanted to surround himself with beautiful young girls with luscious curves, who would happily bring him sake, but... As if that wasn't what he needed. Not the one he needed. It was hard to admit it to himself.

And even so, as soon as you drank together, the next morning you woke up completely naked, and he was next to you. For example, that's how you greeted this morning. Slowly opening your eyes, you see his huge sleeping figure next to you. Jiraiya fidgets slightly in his sleep, pressing himself closer to you and placing his hand on your thigh. Your clothes are scattered all over the bedroom, the smell of fumes is in the air. It happened again. Damn...