Haruto, who had watched *Naruto*, recalled Mitarashi Anko as a heroic and tsundere character—sometimes cute, sometimes mischievous, and with a hint of dangerous allure. She had an irresistible charm!
Anko was a true and formidable kunoichi. The air of strength and confidence she exuded couldn't be compared to the shallow flirtations of other women.
"Did I end up with Anko last night?"
Seeing Haruto staring blankly at her, mouth agape, Anko grinned, offering him a steaming breakfast. She teased:
"What? Haven't seen enough yet?"
Haruto, confused and flustered, hesitantly replied, "Anko... Did we... what happened between us yesterday?"
"Hey, Haruto, did you forget everything from last night?"
"I... I didn't forget, it's just... the alcohol blurred most of my memory."
"Hmph, you say you didn't forget, but look at your face! You look completely clueless! Seems like the rumors about you were true—just a playboy who doesn't take responsibility. It's a shame I believed in you and all your sweet promises."
"Anko, you've misunderstood me. I admit, I was careless before, but I promise, from now on, I'll take full responsibility! I won't make any excuses."
"Really?"
"Really!"
"Fine, then!" Anko stuffed a piece of bread into Haruto's mouth, smirking, "Eat while it's hot, or it'll get cold soon!"
"Mmph... Anko, you're feeding me too much! I can't swallow it all!" The large piece of bread filled Haruto's mouth, making him gag.
Anko clicked her tongue in mock annoyance, "Hmph, trust me, I'm being gentle compared to what you deserve. Now eat up!"
"..."
Seeing her mix of irritation and embarrassment, Haruto scratched his head awkwardly. "I'm really sorry, Anko. I didn't mean to..."
Anko sighed, her voice softening, "It's okay... really."
Haruto, still fuzzy on the details, asked quietly, "I only remember being at the meatball shop last night. Everything after that is a blur. Could you... tell me what happened?"
Anko pouted, playfully pinching Haruto's waist, and began recounting the night's events.
As she narrated, Haruto's alcohol-clouded memories slowly returned...
Late last night, Anko had just returned to Konoha from a mission. She stopped by the meatball shop to treat herself to her favorite rice balls and red bean paste.
Upon entering, she spotted the manager, a waitress, and another attractive woman sitting around Haruto, pressuring him to drink more.
Having achieved his earlier goals, Haruto wanted to leave, but the three women wouldn't let him go. They were determined to get him drunk so he'd stay all night.
Haruto's good looks were well-known in Konoha, and Anko instantly recognized the women's intentions.
"Seriously, why don't boys know how to protect themselves when they're out?"
"I've heard people say Haruto Uchiha is a playboy, but it's obvious these women are the ones taking advantage of him!"
"Sigh... Poor Haruto. First, his clan is wiped out, and now he's stuck dealing with these women. How cruel!"
Seeing Haruto's helpless, drunken state, Anko couldn't stand it anymore.
She decided to intervene and save him.
"You women, stop it! Don't you have any shame? Manager, what are you doing?! Let him go!"
Anko's angry outburst frightened the women. They knew who she was—the fiery kunoichi once trained by Orochimaru. No one wanted to cross her.
Striding over to the table, Anko declared, "Haruto, get up. I'm taking you home."
Haruto, barely able to focus, smiled weakly and slurred, "Oh? Anko? Are you here to drink with me?"
"Ugh, how could you let him get this drunk!" Anko muttered under her breath.
Ignoring the others, she hoisted Haruto up and helped him stagger outside.
"Where's your house? Can you show me the way?"
"Home... sorry... it's gone..." Haruto mumbled.
Anko's heart ached at his words.
"Forget it. You can stay at my place tonight. I can't leave you out here like this."
A few minutes later, they arrived at Anko's house.
She dropped Haruto onto her bed and fetched a damp towel to wipe the red lipstick marks off his face.
As the stains disappeared, his clean and handsome face became even more striking.
"Tsk tsk..."
"He really is handsome..."
"No wonder they were after him... Even I'm starting to feel drawn in..."
This was the first time Anko had been this close to Haruto. She was usually indifferent, but seeing him like this made her waver.
Just as she debated what to do next, Haruto opened his eyes, the scent of alcohol heavy in the air.
"Anko... help the Uchiha clan... I like you."
"Haruto, you...!"
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