A lot of people seemed to hold the belief that Naruto was a pervert—stemming from the fact his two more recent teachers had both been… Well, one was more subtle with it, but the other? Not so much. He wasn't known as the pervy sage for nothing, after all.

And that reputation had rubbed off onto him, regardless of how warranted or unwarranted it was. So as a result, he typically did his best to try and avoid encouraging that particular view of him.

However, certain pink-haired girlfriends made that very difficult.

The quick succession of notifications dinging at him from his computer brought the blondes attention to the blinking chat window, and he sighed before clicking on it. He'd been engaged in a conversation with Ino, Sakura's roommate, while the roseate had gone to shower and just wanted to hear the noise stop. But reading the name, his brow furrowed slightly.

'Hey Sunshine

Sunshine

Hey

Sunshine hey

Naruto

NARUTO'

'You're supposed to be showering,' he typed back quickly, nodding his head and smiling at something that Ino had said. He was only visiting, as he was waiting for his own apartment to be rid of fleas—which Kiba had managed to bring in with Akamaru's help.

'I know

You should come shower too'

The text made him let out a strangled sound, which he passed off as a cough after the blonde girl's curious look.

'I'm talking to Ino you can shower by yourself,' he replied. Well. By talking he meant listening, since she wasn't really giving him any sort of chance to interject with his own words.

'so?'

'I can't just walk into the bathroom and her not realize we're both in there at the same time. No.' She could try to play innocent—but he knew very well what would happen if he got into that shower with her, and nothing good or cleansing would come from it.

'sunshine we've been together for how long I really don't think she'd care'

'But I care! No,' he reaffirmed. That was that, and his answer was final, and there was no way he would be otherwise swayed, and—

'please? I'm just lonely and want company.'

Fuck. She knew how to get him every single damn time.

'Fine, but I'm sitting on the toilet the whole time.'

He got up, thankfully standing at a time where there was a break in topics, and offered Ino a smile and an awkward wave before making his escape to the bathroom. Slipping in, he sat on the toilet seat and huffed.

"Well, you win," he declared, announcing his presence.

"You actually came!" she replied, her grin clear just in her voice alone from behind the shower curtain—which was almost clear anyway (enough that he could define her shape from the other side at least).

"Yeah, yeah. But I'm not getting in the shower," he retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. He kept his eyes on the wall. "So ha."

The sound of the curtain being pulled to the side came before he saw the quick burst of darkened pink near his face, and his gaze was drawn to her eyes as she stood there with the curtain almost fully aside. She was bent over slightly to be at his face level, and he found himself caught in her very impish smile.

"Yes you are," she corrected. He pouted.

"No I'm not. You can't make me."

The roseate seemed to give the statement thought, before sliding the curtain back to its original place. "You're no fun," she told him, "I should just get you wet and then it's only reasonable you come in,' to which he laughed.

"You wouldn't do it. So no, I'm not coming in."

Not saying that he didn't want to—because god, he did. To be honest, he had no idea how he had managed not to gawk at her right then and there. It wasn't anything new to see, no, but that didn't chance the reactions he had in response to seeing her so… starkly on display. Caught up in his thoughts, he didn't hear the sound of some kind of container being filled in the meantime.

But then a hand with a Tupperware container was reaching around and tipped above his head, drenching his hair and shirt in water. He let out a yelp in disbelief, standing abruptly and holding his arms out like people do when they randomly get soaked.

"I told you I'd do it," she taunted him, peeking just slightly from behind the curtain, obviously grinning.

Scowling, he pushed the plasticy material away and leaned over the tub and into the line of water, but put his hands on either side of her, leaving their faces only a few inches apart. The water ran down his back and used his body as a conductor to get onto the bath mat and floor, but he didn't really seem to care. Her grin grew in triumph.

"I told you," she whispered at him again, leaning ever so slightly forward to brush their lips together before pulling back again. Her hands were traveling down his sopping wet torso, teasing the bottom of his shirt.

The blonde grit his teeth before rolling his eyes. "Why are you so difficult?" he muttered, doing nothing as she tugged up the dark fabric.

"You're already halfway in, so you might as well just finish up," she advised, ignoring his question. With a groan he straightened, much to her triumphant laugh, and allowed her to remove his shirt. But when her fingers went to pull down the waistband of the pyjama pants he was wearing, he batted them away and stepped over the bathtub's edge, standing there with his bottom half fully clothed.

"Nope. You're only going to half win," he informed her, crossing his arms over his chest like he wasn't looking like an idiot in the shower just to prove a point.

She pouted, but stepped forward to hug him with a hum. "Fine. Close enough."

"I'm surprised you managed to keep your eyes on my face, Sunshine. Good job."

"Shut up."

"I'm complimenting your control!"

Smack

"Ow! You didn't have to hit me!"

"Shhhh, Sakura-chan. I do what I want."