"Come in, love," He spoke as he continued working in his lab.

You were his assistant, and he had been calling you "love" since he took you in. He never said he liked you or even opened up to you about his life, past, or interests, for that matter, although he had known you for a couple of years ever since he consumed Orochimaru.

And yet, you had your suspicions. The random touches, every time his skin brushed against yours, his scent invading your mind each time you stood too close to one another. It was hard looking into his eyes and stopping your thoughts from wandering.

"Just like that, love," He said as he guided your hands to one of the viles. He has been training you to become a medical ninja for a year now. You had made enough progress to be able to produce medicines and experiments by yourself, but he insisted on helping... or maybe that was just a poorly disguised excuse to hold your hand.