Chapter 4: ChouIno
"Honey?" That sweet, scheming tone catches Chouji's attention, and suddenly a small, curved waist disrupts his line of vision from the TV. He looks up at her face.
"You need to get out more." Ino says in that motherly, caring way that Chouji loves, a worried smile on her face. Chouji blushes and musters back a smile, but can't help but get that foreboding feeling at the pit of his stomach.
He shrugs it off. "Thanks, Ino. I'll ask Shikamaru if he'd wanna go by the gym sometime." He pops a chip into his mouth.
"You know, I was actually about to go out for a little exercise. You wanna come?" She flashes him an adorably cheeky smile, pairing it with those unbearable puppy dog eyes.
He melts instantly.
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"A-are you almost d-done?" Chouji mutters behind a stack of boxes held only by his bare hands. Shopping bags hang stiffly on arms that are threatening to fall off. For a bunch of clothes, these were damn heavy!
"Actually, yeah. I think I- Oooh! Look at those! Sakura will simply die when she sees me in those!" As Ino scampers off to another wretched store, Chouji groans.
He briefly wonders if she's only dating him because he's actually one of the few men willing to put up with her shopping.
Number 4: Shopping is NOT a sport. And we are never going to think of it that way.
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A/N: I'm getting used to these short chapters. It's a lot easier to finish. Lol. This is a good remedy for writer's block, btw.