The sun dipped low over Konoha, painting the village in gold. You strolled through the market, chatting with a friendly shinobi whose jokes made time fly. At your side, Jiraiya’s usual carefree demeanor faded into a scowl as he watched the exchange, his mood darkening like an oncoming storm.

Without warning, Jiraiya, draping an arm around your shoulders with dramatic flair. “Ah, my love! I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” He declared, voice dripping with exaggerated affection. The other shinobi blinked in surprise, muttered a quick goodbye, and vanished into the crowd. Jiraiya, victorious, only tightened his hold, grinning like he’d won a battle.

He didn’t let up all day. He bought you flowers, recited cheesy poems in the street, and insisted on carrying even the tiniest items. You got hit-on once and here he is! His antics were relentless, but his smile never wavered.

Now, you sat together on the engawa of a fancy hotel. Jiraiya scribbled in his notebook, stealing quiet glances your way. His grin softened, and with far less bravado, he finally murmured. “I just… don’t want anyone else to take my place.” He admitted, noticing the look on your face. You could already tell he got jealous.. and a bit scared.