I'm sorry this took so long, and I'm not gonna lie, the next update might even take longer. I have a vague idea of the direction that I want the story to develop in, but that only extends to like one more chapter after this. Not to mention I'm going to have a lot of studying next semester and I have to start studying now. I'm also running out of ideas for the plot after that and I don't want to abandon this fic. Especially since I love writing this relationship. Sometime after this chapter, I'll post another author's note that will be sort of like a guide/instruction manual of how to get into (ethical) hacking and penetration testing for anyone that's interested. Of course, I'm nowhere near an expert at this and all of my knowledge is basically just what I've learned off of the internet - mainly YouTube.

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Anyway, onwards to the story! This is a pretty emotional chapter... well, as emotional as I could make it, so yeah. Enjoy!

Chapter 7

It had been about a week since Hachiman had started dating Haruno.

It turned out that the employee on whose computer the virus was found was completely innocent, but one of his co-workers was a corporate spy. Haruno had informed Japan Police's cybercrime division and their white-collar division about the incident and investigation found that their competition had hired a group of hackers from a different country to sabotage the inner workings of the Yukinoshita corporation.

On the flip side, this had also impressed Haruno's father and Hachiman had actually been congratulated by him, albeit reluctantly. Though it seemed the disappointment of kissing his daughter in front of him would still take a lot of time and effort to clear up.

The new school-life was a completely novel affair for Hachiman. For the first time in his life, he was getting looks of admiration and lust from the girls and envious and jealous looks from the guys.

The service club was more or less normal, but Yui or Yukino still couldn't talk to him without at least a slight blush on their faces. Yui would mostly try to keep up the cheerful attitude that she always had but eventually, she'd just slip up and say or do something that would remind her of that evening and the blush would be back in full force, which would make her start stuttering and stammering incoherently. Yukino was much calmer and more collected, except for one fact: she just couldn't look him in the eyes anymore. No matter whether it be talking to him or even just handing him something, she kept her eyes firmly on his chest instead of his face. No eye-contact at all. Overall though, it was okay.

The biggest scene that anyone had made was when Iroha had come barging into the clubroom. She had damn near busted the door out of its hinges. When she had charged into the clubroom, Iroha was barely recognizable. Her uniform was half falling off of her and her hair was sticking to her sweaty face.

...

Flashback

"SENPAI!" Iroha screamed and charged into the peaceful clubroom. She slid to a stop and Hachiman could've sworn he had seen smoke rising from the floor. Her eyes fell on him and she shouted again. "Senpai!"

"Shut up! I heard you once, goddammit! Whaddya want?" Hachiman said, mildly irritated.

"Senpai! There are rumours going around the school about you!" Iroha said, more worried than a simple kohai ought to be.

"Yeah? What's new?" Hachiman replied, not looking worried in the least.

"Huh?" she said confused but quickly remembered how Hachiman doesn't give a shit about rumours. "I-It's not good! We have to stop them!" Iroha said, annoyed that her precious senpai wasn't taking the slight to his reputation seriously.

Hachiman sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Okay," he began. "First of all, can you at least tell me what the rumours are?" he asked, already having an idea of what it might be. After all, he was dating Haruno Yukinoshita! Hehe, just the thought of her still made him giddy.

Iroha shot an anxious glance at Yukino and Hachiman's suspicions were immediately confirmed, and he internally groaned at what how this conversation was going to go. Hachiman wasn't blind to the affections of those around him. He merely didn't want to acknowledge anyone except Haruno's. "That… Uh… That you're dating Yukino-senpai's onee-san," she said timidly.

Hachiman sighed again as he replied. "Iroha, the definition of 'rumour' is, 'a currently circulating story or report of uncertain or doubtful truth'," Hachiman looked dead straight into Iroha's eyes. Iroha squirmed under Hachiman's intense gaze. "The rumour about me dating Yukino's older sister isn't a rumour. It's a fact. Haruno and I have been dating for quite some days now." He kept staring and saw in full clarity the emotions that flickered behind those honey coloured orbs. Confusion, disbelief, comprehension, fear, sadness, anger, and finally – also surprisingly – conviction.

Iroha bit the inside of her cheek. Damn it, she thought to herself. Baka senpai. You were supposed to help me… to be with me. You said you'd take responsibility… Iroha's expression morphed into one between anger and sadness. "But… but… who's going to help me become good enough for Hayama-senpai now?" she said, not really putting any real emotions behind her words.

"Iroha…" Hachiman said, with a steely voice. His tone was even and cold. It literally said, 'no bullshit'. "I think it's about time you stop bullshitting others and yourself with that pathetic excuse." He stood up and walked over to her. "I hate people who lie to themselves, so fucking STOP IT!" He finished with a strong voice that froze Iroha in her place. "I don't know if you're trying to manipulate me on purpose, or if you actually believe that you still like Hayama."

"I-I…" she tried to say as her back hit the wall. Wait, when had she started moving back? And since when had her senpai become so intimidating? This wasn't the old Hachiman, Iroha realized. This was a newer, manlier, Hachiman that oozed confidence from his very soul. Iroha started sweating as Hachiman's words cut into her heart. His aura filled her senses as she literally drowned in his presence. His face – set in stone. His eyes – piercing her soul. His body – towering over her petite frame. Oh God, she thought as something like a spring coiled tighter in her navel. Take me NOW!

"I…," Hachiman said with emphasis and slammed his hand on the wall beside her head, putting them in the famous 'kabedon', "don't give a shit. If you're trying to manipulate me into liking you by going on these fucking practice dates and shit, then stop. It didn't work before – it never even had a chance of ever working – and it won't work now or in the future. There's a reason I'm called 'senpai', you know," he said. By now Iroha's knees were shaking, and her hands were clasped in front of her. She stared up into Hachiman's eyes fearfully. Iroha was scared, but at the same time, she wanted this. She wanted her senpai to take her and have his way with her. "I have more experience in being manipulated by bitches than you can imagine," here his voice softened. "And if you really think that you like Hayama in a romantic way… then dig deep in your heart and ask yourself, 'is that how I would want my future husband to be?' I'm sure you'll find your answer."

Behind him, Yui and Yukino had also stood up, in case they needed to jump in and stop Hachiman from saying something that could break her forever. Iroha slid down the wall and sat with wide eyes looking up at Hachiman. He stood over her like an alpha wolf looking at his prey. Shivers ran up and down her spine as she mentally prayed for him to take her. But in the end, Hachiman had stayed faithful to his girlfriend.

They had all gone home early that day but the day after that had been a shocker for everyone. Iroha had come in once more and sincerely apologized to Hachiman.

...

"I'm sorry, senpai," she said with a small smile. Not one of those sly ones, but a happy one instead. It had actually looked like Iroha had found her inner peace. "I did some soul searching like you 'advised' and I…" she swallowed, and made up her mind, realizing that what she was about to say was couldn't be taken back. "I realized that Hayama-senpai is not the one I really like. I like you, senpai."

"I know…" Hachiman said with an emotionless face. Once again, Hachiman was about to do something for the first time in his life. Something the old Hachiman would never even have a snowball's chance in hell of doing. He was about to reject someone. "I'm sorry, but had you come to me sooner, I would have accepted your confession but now… I already have someone that I love more than life itself." He could practically feel Yui's and Yukino's gazes boring a hole into the side of his face. After shooting her down, Hachiman hadn't expected tears or even a depressed look. After all, who would cry for him? It wasn't like he was loved by people that much. Hachiman was developing a better personality, but he still kept his own expectations low. After all, no one can hurt you worse than how you could hurt yourself. Though one thing he definitely hadn't expected was a smile.

A gorgeous little smile bloomed on her beautiful face. "Yeah… I figured. But…" her faced morphed into nervousness as she bit her lip. "I… I don't mind!" Iroha said as she grinned, albeit nervously, and made to exit the classroom. However, before stepping out, Iroha turned around once more and faced the three service club members. "I'll wait, senpai!" she said to Hachiman as she waved goodbye and left.

Hachiman groaned as he combed his hand through his new hairstyle that Haruno had cut herself and shook his head. "You'll have to wait your whole life," he whispered to no one in particular. Later, the service club had found out that Iroha had also quit as the soccer club manager and started focusing wholly on the student council. Not only that, but she had also reduced contact with Hayama and his clique – other than Yui, of course. When he heard this Hachiman smiled and couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride in his chest. He had helped his kohai get serious about school and even get her personal life back on track. Life was good.

Flashback End

...

Hayama was a wild card though. He kept shooting Hachiman either glares or victorious smirks every chance he got. Poor bastard probably thought that he was going to win Haruno over because of a flimsy little contract. Due to that, Hayama's clique had also been thrown off balance. Tobe, Ooka, and Yamato kept trying to maintain the status quo but Yumiko had witnessed the whole fight last week. She had finally realized how Hayama was also manipulating her and stopped pining after him. Well… at least not as much as before. Hachiman had been observing all this from a distance for the entire week and he couldn't help but snicker at how this was basically a time bomb just waiting to go off.

Yumiko was trying her hardest to ignore the shade that Hayama was throwing at Hachiman but DAMN, did the guy have to do it at every chance he got? At least usually, Hachiman had been leaving the classroom for lunch but today was different. For some reason, Hachiman decided to eat in the class today, once more making him a victim of the asshead's angry looks – not that it affected Hachiman.

Presently, Hachiman was in his usual seat in the classroom, and Yui had come over to talk to him about one of the new requests they had gotten – some girl wanted help on her homework and it had been a silent unanimous decision that Yukino would be the best person to help.

"Ne, Hikki," Yui called out to Hachiman once more.

"Hmm?" he said, not really paying attention to the conversation.

"M-Maybe you should-," Yui was abruptly cut off by a shout from somewhere in the back of the class.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, asshole!?" came the livid voice of Yumiko. Hachiman's eyes immediately darted towards Hayama's clique just as Yui's head whipped around.

"Y-Yumiko?" Hayama seemed to be confused by what was just happening.

"I get that he got together with the girl you like but hell, would it fucking kill you to at least give me a little bit of your attention!? All you fucking do these days is stare a hole into his head! If you don't want to talk to me, then fucking say something, you bastard!" Yumiko's shoulders and chest rose and fell at an accelerated rate as she took deep breaths after her rant.

"It… It's not like that!" Hayama tried to placate her with that fake smile of his.

"You know what? Fuck you!" Yumiko yelled out at him and walked out of the classroom, followed by Yui.

Hachiman held his laughter in but couldn't help a snicker. Instantly, Hayama's heated glare was turned on him.

"You like what you did?" Hayama said to Hachiman accusingly.

Hachiman pushed his laughter down and turned an amused look towards the blond.

"What I did? What did I do?" he said. "Of course, other than falling in love with the most beautiful woman on the planet," Hachiman smirked triumphantly at Hayama. This was way too much fun. Slowly Hachiman stood up and started inching his way towards the door of the classroom. Just because he had gotten smarter, it didn't mean that he could take on Hayato in a straight fight. Hayato could and would cream him.

"You little shit…" Hayato snarled.

"I think I prefer 'Mr. Steal yo' girl'," Hachiman said with a smirk.

"MOTHERFU-," Hayato screamed and tried to lunge at Hachiman but just at the right moment, the classroom door slid open and in strode the goddess. The one and only Shizuka Hiratsuka.

"Language!" Shizuka said sternly and looked around the classroom. "Hayama, Hikigaya, detention after school!"

Thank you so much, sensei; I will never again insult your age, thought Hachiman.

...

"I'm home," called out Hachiman as he entered the house. He opened the cupboard and put his shoes inside quickly and came into the kitchen.

"Welcome home, Onii-chan!" Komachi said cheerfully as she stirred the pot of vegetables.

"You seem like you're in a good mood," said Hachiman with a smile. Seeing his loved ones happy was all he ever wanted in his life.

"Yep!" Komachi said, making a popping sound with her lips. "Onee-chan taught me a lotta new things today!"

"Wait, Haruno came over?" Hachiman asked happily.

"Yeah, she's in your room, I think," Komachi replied, getting back to her food.

"Alright, thanks!" Hachiman said and quickly climbed the stairs to go to his room.

In the past week, Hachiman and Haruno had basically been stuck to each other. They'd cuddle non-stop and, as a result of that, they had become addicted to each other. Haruno was Hachiman's drug and withdrawal symptoms were a bitch to deal with.

Hachiman opened the door to his room, peeking in, and saw the love of his life. Sure enough, there was his girlfriend. Barely dressed. Haphazardly sprawled out on his bed. Sleeping like a log.

"Bruh…" muttered Hachiman as all thoughts of some lovey-dovey time were flushed from his mind. "Haruno," he called out as he entered the room, closing the door behind him. Hachiman started to undress when Haruno finally replied.

"Mmm," she moaned as she stretched. "Welcome home, honey," she said sleepily, causing Hachiman to blush at the incredibly sexy voice. Why did she sound so hot even if she was sleepy? Damn…

Hachiman quickly changed into his pyjamas and slid into bed next to her. "Scooch over," he said and Haruno moved aside, giving him enough space to sleep.

"How was your day?" she asked, still half asleep.

"Sensei gave me detention," Hachiman said as he spooned her and burrowed his face into her neck, breathing her scent in deeply.

"Hmm? Whaddya do?" Haruno asked as she snuggled in deeper into her boyfriend's arms.

Hachiman smiled a little bit as he enjoyed the feeling of her silky-smooth hair on his face. "Apparently, I instigated Hayama into attacking me," he said, slowly falling asleep, though Haruno jolted awake.

"HUH?! Excuse me, que de la fuck? Hayama attacked you!?" Haruno said as she turned around to face her lover.

"Nah, don't worry. Sensei came in just before he was about to," Hachiman said. Now that Haruno was turned around, he decided he might as well take advantage of this. His arms pulled her close and her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. "I love you," he said lovingly.

"I love you more," she replied and kissed him deeply. "Y'know," she started. "It's almost the 31st."

"I know…" Hachiman said with not a hint of worry in his voice. "We'll do it tomorrow."

...

"Hachimannnn," Haruno said in a half-moan voice.

"Hmm?" Hachiman responded sleepily from beside her.

"You have school, don't you?" she asked just as sleepily.

"Dun wanna go," he said as he pulled her in closer and snuggled in. He buried his face deeper into her hair and kissed her nape. "You're so warm," he whispered out.

"Nnh," Haruno involuntarily moaned as his hot breath tickled her skin. She turned around to face him and cupped his cheek. "I love you," she whispered and kissed him.

"Hm," Hachiman hummed out and smirked. "I love me, too."

"Baka!" Haruno pouted and playfully slapped his chest as he laughed.

"Ahaha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said while still smiling and pulled her closer until their noses were touching. "But you already know how much you mean to me," Hachiman said as he kissed her gently on the lips.

"Oh really?" she asked with a smirk like his.

"Really," he replied and kissed her again. Damn, I am so fucking addicted to her lips, he thought to himself.

"Then tell me. How much do you love me?" she asked. The question caught Hachiman completely off guard, but he closed his eyes as he thought about it. Finally, he opened his eyes and answered.

"If you were stuck in a foreign country, I'd start a world war just to get you back," he said at last. A moment of silence passed between them as Haruno took some to process what he said.

"Huh?" she finally said. "Where the hell did you get that from?"

"I dunno, what's the worst that could happen to this world, and would I mind doing that just for you? That's the question I asked myself," Hachiman replied using simple logic.

Again, Haruno went silent for a moment before she tightly hugged Hachiman and laughed. Her giggles were like a waterfall. Just the sound of them softened up Hachiman's heart and soothed his mind. At last, she calmed down and looked at him with the most loving eyes ever. "You're definitely one of a kind, you know that?"

...

Hachiman silently ate his lunch on the rooftop as he thought about what he was going to do after school. Haruno and he had decided to pay the money for breaking the contract today. They would go straight from school to Haruno's house and transfer the full amount of $1.5M into her father's account. He couldn't wait to see the look on her parents' faces. Still, he thought as he put another piece of the tasty lunch his beautiful girlfriend had prepared in his mouth, I hope they at least approve of me after seeing that I do have money. He was so engrossed into his thoughts; Hachiman didn't even notice when Saki came over a sat down beside him.

"You okay?" she asked, pulling him out of lala-land.

"Huh?" Hachiman said intelligently as he looked at her.

"You were making a pretty serious face there," Saki said as she also opened up her lunch.

"Yeah, well… just thinking about… stuff."

"Alright, well…" she said, taking the cue that it was pretty personal. "If you need help with something then I'm right here I guess."

"Thanks, Saki," Hachiman said as he smiled brightly at her.

Saki blushed as she also shared a small smile with him. "You're welcome… Hachiman."

...

Today, Hachiman exited the classroom as quickly as possible. He wanted to avoid any and all conflict with Hayama or anyone else if possible. A small smile graced his face as he saw Haruno's car waiting in front of the school to pick him up.

"Yo," Hachiman greeted as he opened the door. "How was your day?" he asked.

"I was way too restless. You ready?" she asked as she started the car.

"Yeah," he said, putting on his seatbelt.

The drive to the Yukinoshita estate was mostly silent as both the young lovers were in intense thought. "Nervous?" Hachiman asked softly.

"Who wouldn't be? I'm about to go over to my parents' house with my boyfriend and basically just slap a shit ton of money in their face, telling them to go screw themselves. I've never even thought about doing something like this in my life," Haruno said as she let out a shuddering breath.

One thing Hachiman had picked up on was that Haruno talked a lot when she was in deep thought. "Don't worry. No matter what happens, just remember. I'll be with you… forever."

Haruno smiled as Hachiman's words calmed her furiously beating heart. Her pulse steadied as she thought about a future with Hachiman. Both of them had so much planned for the future. Haruno had also been thinking more and more about the Prime Minister candidacy that Hachiman had mentioned. It wouldn't even be too hard. Her father being a minor politician was just icing on the cake. Even by herself, she had enough supporters that should she decide to run now, within a month she could possibly have a whole party set up.

Hachiman, on the other hand, was also thinking about the future, except in a different direction. If Haruno ran for Prime Minister, he would really have to be careful with his activities from now onwards. Even the slightest bit of dirt on either one of them could potentially have everything crash and burn. Regardless of that though, if Hachiman wanted to take care of Haruno's competition, he could do so easily.

Only when the car took a sharp turn, did Hachiman realize they were already at their destination. Like pigs to slaughter, the anxious couple walked to the front door. Haruno lifted a finger and pressed the button. Ding Dong! Even the doorbell had a weariness to it as if it had rung one time too many. It started in an understated way and disappeared as soon as the finger was lifted.

The door opened slowly with a creak that wasn't there last time. The gap grew slowly as if the door itself wanted to torment the nervous couple. As it fully opened, the stern visage of the Yukinoshita patriarch came into view.

"Haruno." The sound of his voice hit Hachiman like a truck. He secretly took a deep breath to calm down and get his thoughts in order. After all, this was his girlfriend's father that he was about to say 'your daughter is mine, lol' to.

"Father." Haruno's voice sounded just as calm as always but the slight quiver wasn't able to escape her lover's keen ears.

"Come. Let's talk inside," Mr. Yukinoshita said as he led them to the same room they were in last time.

Quickly, the couple took a seat across from the older couple. The tension in the air was palpable. Mr. Yukinoshita's eyes flicked from Hachiman to Haruno as if deciding who should be the first to be tortured.

"F-," Haruno started but was immediately silenced by the older man. Just a raise of an arm was enough for the words to die in her throat.

"I assume," he said, "that you are here to ask for help in gathering the funds?"

The voice was as calm as could be, but Hachiman easily caught on to the victorious hint his voice had. Seated beside him, was the personification of his feelings of triumph. The Yukinoshita matriarch was the definition of elegance. She sat there looking proud with a winning smile on her face, regarding Hachiman as if he was but an insect to be crushed under her servant's heel without a second thought.

Instantly, all of Hachiman's worries melted away. Is that why he thinks we're here? Oh, god. I thought he was going to force us apart, he thought with an imperceptible sigh.

"Ah, not exactly," he said. Immediately all eyes were on him. "In fact, it's the opposite. We're here to transfer the funds to your account."

In less than a second, the atmosphere of the room was flipped. Hachiman sat there with his shoulders thrown back and a guiltless smile on his handsome visage while Mrs. Yukinoshita frowned as her posture became slightly aggressive.

The Yukinoshita patriarch also smiled and leaned forwards in curiosity. "Is that so?" he asked as if teaching a child. "Will you please explain how you got your hands your hands on such a huge amount of money in such a short period of time?"

Hachiman's smile widened a bit more. He imitated Captain America as best as he could and said, "No… No, I don't think I will." Haruno stifled a giggle as her parents' eyes narrowed a little bit.

Once more, the atmosphere in the room shifted. "The penalty for breaking the contract has already been paid," said the Yukinoshita patriarch. Hachiman's smile faltered slightly as he cocked his head a bit and a questioning look graced his expression. His confusion was multiplied when he saw Haruno also shift as if she knew what was coming. "Haruno. You can be with whoever you want. Your mother and I are all for it. But, no matter what happens, you are to break up with this boy immediately."

Haruno's stomach flipped multiple times as a sinking feeling took over her. Anxious, powerless, obsolete. All these feelings washed over her as she felt something inside her break.

"No."

The sound of a strong voice came, and it took a moment for her brain to register what had just happened. The voice had come from herself, she realized. A warm hand squeezed her own and a newfound feeling of strength entered. It was small but present. Like a ray of sunlight that just entered an abandoned mansion. Tiny, almost insignificant, but doubtlessly making itself known.

"No, father. I will not," she said again.

"Haruno," her mother finally spoke. "We have raised you for 22 years-,"

"And not once have you let me do something that I wanted." She said with a hint of anger. "I'm done being someone who follows only instructions. I want to do something for myself. I love Hachiman. I love him to the point where I wouldn't think twice about giving up my life for him! And now you're trying to rip me away from him! HELL NO!" Only Hachiman's large comforting hand on her shoulder calmed her enough to realize that she had basically screamed out the last part.

The older couple was quiet for a few seconds before Mrs. Yukinoshita's expression steeled and she got up abruptly. "If you can't respect your parents' decisions… Then there's no place for you in this house." And with those words, she left, leaving behind a gaping Hachiman to deal with a crumbling Haruno.

The patriarch also stood up with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry… but my wife is the one who controls the family." And he walked away.

...

The young couple walked to Haruno's car in silence. Hachiman's brain ran through hundreds of scenarios and possibilities for the future, while Haruno was just… numb. Her parents. The ones who had nurtured her and loved her for more than two decades. She still couldn't believe it… She had just been abandoned. As if an unwanted burden her own flesh and blood could no longer carry. What had she done to be treated like this? Was it not okay for her to love? Was she to be a puppet for the rest of her life? All she wanted was someone who saw her for who she was. For someone to accept not the Yukinoshita heiress, but Haruno. Was it too much to ask for!?

Hachiman reached out and pulled the keys out of her pocket. "Let me drive," he said to which she didn't even respond. Not even caring that he didn't have a license. The world blurred as she entered the car. She didn't see Hachiman closing the door, or when he sat on the driver seat. She didn't feel the chaste kiss that he placed on her cheek, nor did she feel when he leaned over her and tied her seatbelt for her. The reality around her was merely turning into a spinning world of blurry colours and incomprehensible sounds.

The drive was just another set of movements that went ignored by her brain. He vaguely felt Hachiman carry her, resting her head on his shoulders. Up the stairs he went, and finally when his door opened, and his scent hit her did it all catch up to her.

It started out slow, but intense. Small gasps that shook her entire frame. Whimpers that came from her very bones. Her hands – the same ones that that once hugged her parents – clutched his shirt, his shoulders, anything that she could find to get that warmth back into her. Her finger dug into him to the point of drawing blood, but he barely noticed. She held onto him as if he was her lifeline… and at that moment, he was. The whimpers turned louder, and once the first drop rolled down, the dam finally broke.

From Hachiman's bed came the most hysterical weeping, the sounds only broken by Haruno's need for oxygen. It was a sound that was hardwired in our brain to not ignore. The most primal sound a person can make as if being ripped apart from the inside. Hachiman's hands were wrapped tightly around his lover as he held her like the most fragile thing in the world. A small shake and she would crumble into nothingness. He shed tears of his own, not because of what his lover's parents had done, but because seeing her like this brought pain to his very soul. Her sobs tortured his soul. Each intake of her breath was merely rewinding the spring of another round of her emotional hurricane taking its toll them. She sat there, blubbering like a newborn in his embrace.

After what seemed like an eternity, the weeping turned into light sobs, which turned into sniffles. Hachiman felt her breathing steady. He looked down lovingly at Haruno who had fallen into a deep slumber in his arms. His lips morphed into a small smile. It was a sad, delicate one that held unexplainable emotions. His head dipped down and placed a kiss on Haruno's head. Hachiman moved nimbly to lay Haruno out on his bed and pulled the covers on top of her. "Good nitrogen. Sleep tightrogen. Don't let the bed bugs bitrogen," he whispered as he once more kissed her forehead.

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