A bit of dirty fluff : P
"And then I told him no, I will definitely not take that blouse in pink! The whole thing was gross. Me...pink...uh, ew!"
Hayate smiled thoughtfully at the rambling Yamanaka girl beside him. She was going on about some absurd ordeal she had encountered earlier today, and all he could do was listen and nod when it was appropriate. After all, how could he possibly relate to the tribulations of afternoon shopping? He enjoyed listening to her though. Something about her voice was just so...
"So what about you Senpai-kun?" asked Ino brightly, beaming at the feverish looking ninja, "how was your day?"
Hayate blushed lightly and looked away, "Oh well...you know Yamanaka-san...just the usual."
"Which would be?"
"You know...training, doing paperwork, taking cold medicine..."
"Silly-senpai," giggled Ino, "you should take better care of yourself!"
Hayate's already pink face colored brighter at her remark, and he just nodded shyly.
"H-Hai, Yamanaka-san."
Ino smiled, "Senpai, you don't have to address me so formally! You're older than me and you were once my examiner. Just call me Ino, kay?"
Hayate nodded again, earning him a cheeky grin from his blonde-haired companion.
"Oh, you're so cute Hayate-Senpai!" she exclaimed, knocking Hayate off guard. His face was now red as a ripe tomato, and Ino had hooked arms with him. She leaned into his shoulder happily and he wasn't quite sure what he should do next.
"Y-Yama—er, I mean Ino..."
He looked at the girl attached to him. Curvy, blue-eyed, and beautiful—she was the image of perfection without even trying. Her purple sweatshirt was cropped just above the waist, which would be shown off quite generously if it weren't for the bandages that covered them. Her black micro-mini was short enough for Hayate to see her panties slightly (if he tried hard, which he did...) and there was a slip of fishnet around her right thigh, coming down from her skirt, and another slip of it around her left leg, coming up from her Geta sandal.
After a few seconds a really taking in her appearance, he found himself being highly aroused.
He didn't want to feel like a pervert around her, but it was hard to resist temptation, especially when she was glued to him like that. His eyes widened when she broke away and stood on her tip-toes and pulled him down towards her. Her voice was a sexy, ghostly whisper in his ear.
"Hayate-Senpai..." she cooed, "can you take me home?"
He gulped, "If you want, Ino. Where is your place—"
Hayate cut off at sight of Ino's playful expression.
He gave a small, almost inaudible gasp when what Ino was silently suggesting registered in his mind. She played with the hem of Hayate's shirt and looked at him naughtily. He stood there, quietly contemplating on his reply.
"Well, Hayate-kun?" asked Ino eagerly.
"I hope you like linen sheets, Ino-chan."
The sun set as they walked towards Hayate's apartment, hand in hand.