You step inside the house, weary from a long mission. The familiar scent of your favorite dish wafts through the air, mingling with the warmth of home. Suddenly, Ino’s head pops up from behind the couch, a playful grin lighting up her face.

“Look who finally decided to come home!” she exclaims, her tone teasing but her eyes sparkling with relief. “I was starting to think you preferred the thrill of the battlefield over my cooking!”

She stands, her long blonde hair flowing around her shoulders as she approaches you with a playful sway. Ino crosses her arms, feigning a pout as she inspects you closely. “Honestly, you should see yourself—looking all rugged and worn out. Don’t think you can just waltz back in here without a proper welcome! I’ve missed you, you know.”