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Inoichi Yamanaka was known as one of the catches of the mighty leaf village. He was a gardener, delicately looking after beautiful flowers. However, he also had the power to destroy the human brain. Which, for some reason, destroyed a lot of the village girls panties.
So, it was quite a shock to everybody when the wanted playboy actually started to admit to having a girlfriend.
Minato chuckled at the mixed countenances the duo was being met with as he walked down the street with his good friend. "Seems like some people are a little disappointed by your brunette." He said.
Inoichi simply smiled, brushing off the teasing. "She's worth it." He said.
Minatos eyes widened in surprise as he thought about his friend. A few months ago, he never would have guessed such a cheesy phrase could come out of his playboy friends mouth.
"So..." He timidly paused, "what was it like? How did you know?"
"Wow," Inoichi sheepishly paused, rubbing his head. "This might take a while.
Well, looking at her is like looking at an everblooming flower. No matter what time it is, or how dressed up or down she is, I still think she looks good. I've seen her in a lot of different outfits, and many expressions on her face, but every one is so uniquely /her/ that I think they're all cute. Walking up to her gives me the same sense of calm that comes with a nap after a successful mission, but also butterflies like anxiety before battle. Every time I touch her skin, even in the most platonic way, I get shivers. Talking with her is so natural, and when we argue, I'm just as involved and on my toes as when I'm trying to break into somebodies mind. And most importantly, we're willing to compromise and work together to make it past whatever were going through. Because she's worth it."
Minato frowned, carefully thinking of his words. "Thank you Inoichi." He replied
Minato trudged over to Training Field 3, mind brimming with thoughts.
"Hey!" Kushina waved him over. She lightly tapped his head with her fingers. "Stop thinking so hard! You're practically giving me a headache."
He lightly blushed. "Sorry." He mumbled.
"It's no problem. But seriously, is everything okay? We can hold off the sparring match." She looked at him, concerned.
Minato waved his hand. "No, no, no problem. Just thinking about some stuff. Let's do this."
He gulped, thinking of Inoichi. Was it wrong that he felt so calm around Kushina? Were these butterflies more than just anxiety for their spar?
Kushina shot a predatory grin, before starting to form her hand signs. "You'll regret not paying 100% attention to me during our fight, blondy" she chuckled.
Nearly two hours later, an exhausted Minato lay underneath Kushina. She had drop tackled him at the site he had teleported to after his last ditch attempt to escape her jutsu.
She pinned his hands above his head, laying on top of his body. Her hair had cascaded out of her bun, pooling around his face.
Did he find her beautiful, even though she was disheveled, dirty, and sweaty?
Check.
Was he getting shivers up and down his body where her skin came into contact with his?
Check.
Was this really not normal sparring behavior with a person of the opposite sex? Because hell, was he in trouble. He had been aware of these signs for quite a while, perhaps even a few years. And recently, he had felt the weirdest urges to protect her. Even though she was a strong kunoichi. And sometimes his body deemed any male as a danger (hell, even some females).
Sometimes, he even felt a weird urge to try to increase his skin on skin contact with her.
Combined with how Inoichi had described his feelings for his girlfriend, Minato was just confused. And sore.
He shook his head. "Kushina. Off." He muttered.
She rolled her eyes, freeing one of his hands as she lifted one of hers to brush her hair behind an ear. "What, why so rude? What's wrong with you, Mina?"
Hell, he might have even been a tiny but turned on from her snappy tone of voice. Shit, was he in deep.
"I feel really... Weird." He muttered in a low voice. His hand shakily came up, thumb brushing away a bead of sweat that was rolling down her cheek. Everything was /way/ too hot and his body felt like it had small lightning jutsus running up and down it.
Her throat went dry. "Are you sick?" She tentatively asked. This was totally new ground for both of them.
Minato blushed. "Maybe... lovesick?" He whispered, before making up his mind and leaning up to kiss her. But not all the way, no, he would wait to let her decide if she wanted to close the distance.
Which, he was (oh so) ecstatic to feel her own lips brush against his.
Because, oh kami, he didn't know if he had ever felt so alive, so happy, so nervous as those few seconds.
It was only a brief moment though, before Kushina gasped and sat up.
Her face was on fire, hair still mused from sparring.
He thought she looked positively stunning.
"I'veGottaGoRightNow!" She said before disappearing.
Minato blinked, dazed. Now he knew that their sparring sessions had never been normal.
Kushina sat in her bed, clutching her pillow close to her body. She had changed into her stress clothes; boxers and an oversized tshirt. /His/ oversized tshirt, in fact, that he loaned to her.
Minato. Her. The training field.
He had even softer lips then she had imagined.
And her body had felt so much more electrified then she could've pictured.
Not that she had been dreaming of that.
She screamed into her pillow. Oh, kami did this make things interesting. She heard a soft rapping at her window.
Of course he would immediately hunt her down. And he probably wouldn't leave her windowsill, even if it took a few days.
She supposed the neighbors would think she was rude leaving him there, and she didn't really care to be evicted quite yet.
Damn that Minato.
"You know how to open it." She mumbled through her pillow, and heard the latch as he popped it open.
"Are... Are you okay?" He tentatively questioned.
"Unfortunately. I feel great." She grumbled.
"Are we okay?" He asked.
She finally looked at him, seeing the hopeful puppy look in his eyes. "Well, I suppose our dynamic just changed." She admitted.
His grin could've split the hokage mountain.
He jumped over, toppling her back down on her bed with his overexcited hug.
After ten seconds, she threw all reservations out the window and hugged him back.
They would figure out all of the complications together.
They could make it work.
After a few minutes, Minato spoke. "I never took you as one to run from your problems, he chuckled in her hair. "You might've given my speed a run for it's money there."
She blushed, nuzzling her face into his chest. "It was more like a... Fast paced run!" She mumbled into his chest.
She could almost feel it as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh, shut up before I let you cuddle yourself." She muttered, the words sounding a little foreign to the both of them.
Minato.
Kushina.
Cuddling.
Kami, was it a change. But, one that had been coming for a long time.
A/N: happy holidays to whomever celebrates them! I love the idea of a cheesy Minato, you may see a lot of cheesy lines like that in the oneshots. Sorry for the errors, this was done on my phone :)