Foot
prompt: open mouth, insert foot.
It was really starting to get quite ridiculous. Kushina realized it was probably getting unhealthy just how much she focused on the thought of Minato shirtless.
It started off harmless. It was just a normal day, and a simple spar between the two friends. It ended with both of them flopping against the grass; tired, hot, and sweaty. And, then, for some cruel twist of fate, Minato took his shirt off.
It was a small blessing Kushina was already laying down, because she knew her knees were weak.
Kami, she knew ninjas were muscular. Obviously, with a job like theirs, it was a matter of survival of the fittest. She knew, logically, that Minato wasn't packing any pounds.
But damn, was she unprepared. Minato wasn't just lean, he was muscular. And not just a you-can-kinda-see-an-outline-when-they-flex sort; but a literal, gleaming six pack. Kushina could've sworn there was a little sparkle coming off the man. There was no way in hell the image was leaving her mind, whether that eventually ends up being a blessing or a curse.
She probably could've chalked that moment of weakness up to simple human reaction, as any girl or guy would've ogled the Yellow Flash. However, her mind didn't stop there. Instead, it brought it's laser focus down upon Minato's skin.
And hence, present day, she could still picture him. She could mentally see just where a small drop of sweat slowly dripped down his nose, running over his (damn it all) soft lips. She pictured it rolling down the column of his neck, before settling down at the base of his throat. Oh, how she wanted to just lick it off like his neck like he was a $3 freeze pop…
She shook her head. Code read. Food metaphors always meant trouble, especially if they were poorly done.
Because, as she had seemed to forget, above all else Minato was her best friend. He wasn't just some piece of meat to sexualize, and damned be the day Kushina Uzumaki turns into a fangirl.
And, friends were not supposed to want to jump each other. Probably.
"Um… Hello?" Mikoto waved her chopsticks in front of Kushina's blank face. "Earth to the Red Hot Space Girl? What's going on up there?"
Kushina's focus quickly snapped back to Ichiraku's, where she was supposed to be eating with her best friend. Apparently life had other duties for her than just thinking about Minato's muscle system (but damn, could she spend a long time on that).
"Just thinking about friends jumping friends." Kushina mumbled, forgetting about why that was not a phrase commonly uttered in society.
Mikoto choked.
"Ahhhh" Mikoto nervously chuckled, smirking "I hate to… um… break the news to you, but I don't really think Fugaku shares that well…"
The redhead slammed her head onto the table. Queue; open mouth, insert foot.
A/N: Thank you all for any support on any of the oneshots :):) It gave me an excuse to keep on procrastinating college chemistry haha :) Hope you all are doing lovely!