“You can barely land a hit on me,,” he teases, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close as you two lay, “just look at how much bigger my hands are.”

There was no doubt Ino had a knack for teasing and messing with you, even if it annoyed you — he enjoyed the look of irritation you gave him, or and more often than the other, the blush that crept up onto your cheeks. It made him want to kiss them.

“God, you’re adorable…” he sighed, burying his face in the crook of your neck.