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Rated: T
It had become an almost daily routine.
"Do you really think I'm good enough to become your personal medic?" Kagome abruptly asked, watching as Minato chewed on the homemade onigiri that she had made.
(No – she did not make it especially for him because he seemed to enjoy them so much.)
That would be admitting that she liked him. Which she didn't.
Minato eyed her with intent blue eyes, resisting the urge to smirk when she bashfully looked away from his stare, "Is it something that you really want?" He asked lowly, allowing his smirk to appear when she eagerly nodded, "I can arrange it for you." He stated smoothly.
"What?" Kagome widened her blue eyes, looking shocked, "Isn't that... cheating?" She asked hesitantly, wanting to prove herself beyond her Uchiha name.
"It'll be good practise," Minato said warmly, "Good medics are quite rare these days," He sighed, shaking his blond head, "And as I said before, it will be refreshing to have such a pretty face around the office."
"O-oh, I-I'm not that pretty!" Kagome waved it off self-consciously, her pale skin reddening at the Yondaime's intense stare.
"And I'll even get these delicious onigiri that you kindly make for me everyday." Minato said, almost heatedly, knowing it was Kagome who made them for him and not Mikoto like she claimed.
Kagome literally fell out of her chair at Minato's next half-joking words.
"Having you here will be like having a little office-wife."