Ichiraku Ramen quickly descended into chaos, transforming from a cozy noodle stand into what could only be described as a circus of teenage drama. The air was thick with the mingling scents of steaming broth, grilled pork, and fried garlic, but Hinata barely noticed.

Sakura and Ino stood at the center of it all, their faces mere inches apart as they glared daggers at each other. Sakura's emerald eyes blazed with determination, while Ino's teal gaze sparkled with mischief.

"Back off, Ino-pig!" Sakura snapped, jabbing a finger toward her rival. "Sasuke-kun is mine!"

"In your dreams, Forehead!" Ino retorted, flipping her blonde ponytail dramatically. "Sasuke-kun clearly prefers someone with more charm—and less forehead."

Before either of them could escalate further, Naruto chimed in loudly, pointing an accusatory chopstick at Sasuke. "Hey, teme! Why are you sitting next to Hinata? You're supposed to sit with me—the future Hokage!"

Sasuke rolled his eyes, sipping his ramen calmly despite the chaos surrounding him. "Do I look like I care about your seating arrangements, dobe?"

That comment sent Naruto into a frenzy, slamming his hands on the counter as he leaned closer to Sasuke. "What did you just call me?! Say that again, teme—I dare you!"

Meanwhile, Lee burst into tears—actual tears—at the sight of such youthful passion. He clutched his bowl of ramen tightly, sobbing dramatically. "The power of youth burns so brightly within you all! It fills my heart with joy and inspiration!"

Tenten groaned audibly, smacking Lee upside the head with her empty ramen bowl. "Knock it off, Lee! No one wants to hear your crying during lunch!"

Lee sniffled, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "But Tenten-san, it's beautiful! Look at how passionately everyone is expressing themselves!"

Choji, blissfully unaffected by the madness, continued devouring his food with impressive speed. His cheeks bulged like a chipmunk's as he shoveled noodles into his mouth, occasionally pausing to mutter something along the lines of, "Mmm… so good…"

And then there was Neji, who sat stiffly beside Hinata, his arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed the scene with thinly veiled disdain. Every time someone raised their voice or moved too close to Hinata, his pale eyes narrowed slightly, daring anyone to cross the invisible boundary he'd drawn around her.

Hinata, meanwhile, sank lower and lower in her seat, clutching her half-eaten bowl of ramen like a lifeline. She glanced nervously between Sakura and Ino, Naruto and Sasuke, Lee and Tenten, and finally Choji—who seemed completely oblivious to everything except his food.

"This is insane," she whispered under her breath, shaking her head in disbelief. "How does this even happen?"

Neji leaned closer to her, lowering his voice. "I told you we should've skipped t

"I-I didn't think it would get this bad…" Hinata replied weakly, wincing as Sakura and Ino's argument escalated into a full-blown shouting match.

"You're always trying to steal Sasuke-kun away from me!" Sakura accused, her fists clenched tightly.

"And you're always clinging to him like some desperate puppy!" Ino shot back, sticking out her tongue childishly.

Naruto, still fuming from Sasuke's earlier insult, decided to join the fray. "Both of you shut up! Sasuke-teme doesn't deserve either of you—he's a jerk!"

"Excuse me?" Sasuke muttered flatly, raising an eyebrow. "Did you forget who saved your life countless times?"

"Oh yeah? Well, maybe I don't need saving anymore!" Naruto shouted, standing up abruptly and knocking over his stool in the process.

At this point, even Ayame—the usually cheerful ramen chef's daughter—looked overwhelmed.

Just then, Shikamaru—who had been quietly observing the entire spectacle—spoke up lazily, his tone dripping with exasperation. "This is so troublesome. Can't you all just eat your ramen and stop yelling for five minutes?"

"No!" came the collective response from nearly everyone in the group.

The chaos at Ichiraku Ramen had barely settled when Kiba—ever the instigator—decided to throw another log onto the fire. Leaning back casually on his stool, he smirked mischievously and crossed his arms over his chest.

"So," Kiba began, his sharp canines glinting in the sunlight as he grinned wickedly, "let's talk about something important for once. What kind of girl do you guys like? Y'know… body-wise."

Ino immediately bristled, slamming her hands down on the counter with enough force to rattle the bowls. "Kiba! That's disgusting! You're such a pervert!"

Sakura nodded furiously in agreement, her emerald eyes narrowing dangerously. "Yeah, seriously! Who even talks about stuff like that during lunch?"

But Kiba wasn't deterred. If anything, their reactions only fueled his amusement. He shrugged nonchalantly, wagging his eyebrows suggestively. "What? It's just a question. Come on, don't tell me you're not curious."

Neji, sitting protectively beside Hinata, remained stoically silent, though his pale eyes flickered briefly toward Kiba with thinly veiled irritation. Shikamaru sighed deeply, muttering something about "troublesome conversations" under his breath before resuming his lazy slouch against the counter. Choji paused mid-bite, chewing thoughtfully as if considering whether or not to weigh in. And Sasuke… well, Sasuke simply continued eating his ramen as if nothing was happening, his expression unreadable.

Naruto, however, couldn't resist jumping into the conversation. Grinning widely, he pointed dramatically at Sakura. "I'll go first! I like girls like Sakura-chan! Smart, strong, and… uh…" He hesitated for a moment, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "…small-breasted."

A deafening silence fell over the group. Even Ayame stopped wiping bowls, her jaw dropping slightly as she stared at Naruto in disbelief. Sakura's face turned an alarming shade of red—not from embarrassment, but from rage. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, trembling with barely contained fury.

"NARUTOOOO!" she screamed, lunging across the counter and grabbing him by the collar. "Did you just call me FLAT-CHESTED in front of SASUKE-KUN?! Are you TRYING to ruin my reputation?!"

Naruto yelped in terror, flailing wildly as Sakura shook him like a ragdoll. "Wait, wait, Sakura-chan! That's not what I meant! I swear!"

Ino burst out laughing, clutching her stomach as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Oh my gosh, Forehead! This is priceless! Did you hear that, Sasuke-kun? Apparently, Naruto prefers flat-chested girls!"

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the spectacle. "Hn."

Encouraged by the sudden attention, Kiba leaned forward eagerly, resting his elbows on the counter. "Alright, alright, settle down. Let's hear it from the man himself. Sasuke, what's your type? Big breasts? Small breasts? Or are you secretly gay after living with Orochimaru all those years?"

The entire group froze, turning their gazes toward Sasuke simultaneously. Even Neji looked mildly intrigued, though he tried to hide it behind his usual stoic demeanor. Hinata, meanwhile, felt her heart leap into her throat. She gripped the edge of her stool tightly, her knuckles turning white as she braced herself for his response.

For a moment, Sasuke said nothing. He finished his last bite of ramen calmly, setting the bowl down with a soft clink. Then, without missing a beat, he glanced up at Kiba and replied flatly, "Big breasts."

The world seemed to stop spinning.

Ino gasped audibly, her teal eyes widening in shock. Sakura froze mid-shake, releasing Naruto so abruptly that he tumbled backward off his stool. Choji choked on a noodle, coughing violently as Tenten patted him on the back. Lee cried tears of confusion, shouting something about the power of youth being too complex to understand. And Hinata… well, Hinata nearly fainted right then and there.

"W-what?" Ino stammered, pointing a finger at Sasuke accusingly. "You're lying! There's no way you actually prefer big-breasted girls!"

Sasuke shrugged indifferently, leaning back against his stool. "Believe what you want. You asked; I answered."

"But—but—but—" Sakura sputtered, her face turning bright red again—this time from embarrassment rather than anger. "That doesn't make any sense! Everyone knows you're supposed to like smart, confident girls like… like ME!"

"Says the girl who just attacked Naruto," Shikamaru muttered dryly, earning a glare from Sakura.

Hinata sat frozen in her seat, her mind racing a mile a minute. Big breasts? Sasuke liked big breasts ?

Kiba was practically cackling with glee, clearly thrilled by the unexpected turn of events. "Wow, Sasuke, I never pegged you for a guy who goes for curves. Guess we learn something new every day, huh?"

Sasuke shot him a cold glare, silencing him instantly. "Drop it, Kiba."

But Kiba wasn't done yet. His sharp eyes darted around the group, landing briefly on Hinata before returning to Sasuke. "Wait a second… big breasts, huh? So does that mean you'd pick someone like… oh, I don't know… HINATA?"

"Big breasts, huh?" Ino repeated slowly, her teal eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Interesting choice, Sasuke-kun."

Sakura clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to keep her composure. On the surface, she smiled sweetly, leaning closer to Sasuke with feigned innocence. "Oh, Sasuke-kun, I didn't realize you were into that type. Guess there's more to you than meets the eye…"

But inside her mind, Sakura was seething.Hinata?! Seriously?! That shy, timid girl with her oversized jackets and hidden curves? How dare she have something I don't! Stupid Hinata and her… her… BIG BREASTS!

While Sakura silently cursed Hinata's existence, Neji stepped in decisively, his pale eyes blazing with protective fury. He grabbed Kiba by the collar, lifting him halfway off his stool before growling lowly, "Drop it, Kiba. Now."

Kiba raised his hands defensively, grinning nervously despite the threat looming over him. "Whoa, whoa, chill out, Neji! I'm just saying what everyone's thinking!"

Neji tightened his grip slightly, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "If you value your life, you'll stop talking about Hinata-sama right now."

"Got it! Got it!" Kiba squeaked, squirming until Neji finally released him. He slumped back onto his stool, muttering under his breath, "Geez, someone needs to lighten up…"

Meanwhile, Lee—ever the emotional rollercoaster—was sobbing uncontrollably once again. This time, however, it wasn't tears of joy but rather confusion. "Why must love be so complicated?! Why can't we all embrace the power of youth equally?!"

Tenten groaned loudly, grabbing Lee by the ear and dragging him toward the exit. "That's it! We're leaving. You've caused enough trouble for one day."

"But Tenten-san!" Lee wailed, flailing dramatically as he was pulled away. "I only speak the truth!"

"Save it for training," Tenten snapped, rolling her eyes as she shoved him out the door. "Honestly, why do I even bother?"

As Lee's cries faded into the distance, Naruto decided to make matters worse—Grinning sheepishly, he turned to Sakura with puppy-dog eyes and plopped his head onto her chest, nuzzling against her small frame.

"Don't worry, Sakura-chan!" he declared loudly, his voice muffled by her shirt. "I still like your flat chest! It's cute, like you!"

For a moment, the entire group fell silent, staring at Naruto in stunned disbelief. Even Sasuke raised an eyebrow, clearly questioning the blonde's sanity.

Sakura's face turned bright red—not from embarrassment this time, but from pure, unadulterated rage. Her fist connected with Naruto's face with enough force to send him flying backward, crashing onto the floor in a heap. He lay sprawled out, unconscious and snoring softly, while Sakura stormed out of the shop, slamming the door behind her.

"Idiot," Sasuke muttered under his breath, shaking his head dismissively.

Ino burst out laughing again, clutching her sides as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Oh my gosh, Forehead really lost it this time! Poor Naruto…"

Choji, who had been quietly munching on his ramen throughout the ordeal, finally spoke up. "You know, this is why I stick to food. People are way too complicated."

Shikamaru sighed deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Troublesome…"