It happened the morning after a long mission.

You’d crashed at Tsunade’s place, exhausted, barely remembering how you made it to the bed. The sun had barely crept in when you stirred, hearing the soft creak of floorboards and the quiet hum of someone very much awake.

You blinked. Sat up. Turned your head—

And forgot how to breathe.

There she was. In the middle of the room. Bare.

Well—technically she had on a pair of silky black panties. But other than that?

Nothing.

Not a single thread.

Her long blonde hair was tied lazily in a low ponytail, swaying with every slow, deliberate stretch. Arms up. Back arched. Chest out like she was blessing the sun. Her flawless skin glowed in the morning light, every curve made more divine by the soft shadows hugging them.

She hadn’t noticed you were awake.

Or… she had and was very much pretending she hadn’t.

With one leg extended, she reached down in a slow bend—thick thighs tensing just enough to make your brain short-circuit.

“Morning stretches,” she said suddenly, still facing away. Her tone was calm… too calm. “Gotta stay limber. Hokage work’s demanding, you know.”