The morning sunlight filtered through the windows as Hanekawa's eyes opened. He yawned, then froze.
Both his arms were pinned.
Tsunade sprawled across his chest like an octopus, her legs wrapped around him, her fair skin warm against his. Kurenai curled up on his other side, her sleeping face peaceful as a cat's.
Great. I'm trapped, he thought. This is what I get for being too comfortable.
He could move. He had chakra for that. But looking at Tsunade's exhausted expression—she'd worked herself hard yesterday—he decided against it. Instead, he concentrated, letting chakra flow into his arms to replace them. When he stood, both won slumped onto the pillows without waking.
Still got it.
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Hanekawa found Samui in the secretary's office, halfway through breakfast. She looked up, surprised to see him so early.
"Just sit," he said, grabbing the milk from her table and drinking it in one go.
Samui's eyes widened. "That was—"
"The glass you were drinking from?" He grinned. "I know."
"I was going to get you another—"
"No need." He winked. "I'll return the favor later."
Samui didn't catch the implication, just nodded calmly. "I'm full anyway."
"As Hokage, I have the final say," he declared. "And I haven't eaten breakfast."
She stood imdiately. "What would you like?"
"Whatever you're having."
She left, and Hanekawa settled into her chair. When she returned with fresh bread and bacon, he patted his thigh and raised an eyebrow.
Samui hesitated only a mont before understanding. Her long legs in black stockings bent as she half-knelt beside him.
"How about we get married soday?" he asked casually, taking a bite of bacon.
Her eyes went wide. "You... you an it?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
She took a shaky breath. "Because I'm from the Hidden Cloud. I thought—"
"You thought wrong." He touched her soft blonde hair. "So? Yes or no?"
"Yes!" The word tumbled out before she could second-guess herself. "Yes, I want to."
One down, he thought. Three more to go. And one of them is going to be difficult.
"There's sothing I need you to do," he said, finishing his breakfast. "I'm getting married on August 2nd. I need you and Mabui to handle the preparations. Use the ANBU if you need them."
Samui's expression shifted from joy to shock. "You're getting married? Now? But who—"
"You'll find out when the invitations go out." He stood, patting her shoulder. "Make it big. The biggest wedding the ninja world has ever seen."
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The Mizukage's secretary office was quiet when Hanekawa knocked.
"Co in," i Terumi called.
She sat at her desk in a secretary's uniform—a tight skirt and form-fitting top that made the outfit look far more interesting than it had any right to. She stood as he entered, professional as always.
"Don't be so formal," he said, sitting in her chair. "Just call Master."
"It's work hours," she said pointedly, though she didn't pull away when he reached for her thigh.
"I don't rember you caring about that before." His hand found the soft curve of her leg through the black stockings.
She tried to step back, but he held firm. "What do you want?"
"Want to get married?" he asked simply.
Her face froze. "You an... you and ?"
"Who else?"
"I just ant—" She shook her head quickly under his narrowing gaze. "I'm just surprised."
"Why? Can't I marry you?"
"You have other won in Konoha." She said it quietly, like she'd been holding the thought for a while.
Hanekawa blinked. Well, that's direct.
"How did you—"
"I'm not an idiot," she said, crossing her arms. "You're too skilled. And given who you are, half the kunoichi in Konoha probably line up for you."
He opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off.
"You're an asshole!" She raised her foot, her heel aid at his leg.
He pulled her into his arms instead, catching her off-balance. "Why are you suddenly making a move?"
She turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
Fine. Let's try a different approach.
His hand slipped into her suit jacket. She grabbed his wrist imdiately.
"I still have work," she said, but her voice wavered.
"What do you think our kids will look like?" he asked, pressing his palm against her smooth stomach. "You or ?"
"Of course they'd look like !" Her face flushed red. "And who said anything about marrying you?"
He took advantage of her distraction, pressing his other hand to her chest. "Your heart's racing."
She opened her mouth to argue, but her whole body went numb. She sank onto his lap, leaning into him despite herself.
"A little maid who says one thing and ans another," he murmured into her hair.
"Pervert," she muttered.
"Do you want to marry a pervert like ?"
She turned away. "It depends on your performance."
He understood perfectly what she ant—and she realized it when he picked her up and laid her across the desk.
"What are you—" she started, but he was already moving.
An hour later, i Terumi sat up, her face flushed and furious.
"You bastard!" she snapped. "You're getting married on August 2nd, but the bride isn't ?"
Hanekawa grinned. "Do you still have the strength to argue?"
"Wait, wait—" She scrambled backward, leaning against the chair. "Don't you dare."
He laughed at her panicked expression.
She wanted to scold him, but she was too exhausted to risk reigniting anything. Instead, she cursed silently: Scumbag. Complete scumbag.
But she liked him anyway. Even knowing he was marrying soone else, she couldn't bring herself to leave.
"Co on," he said, kissing her softly. "Let take you back to rest."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he carried her out, gathering her scattered clothes as he went.
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Back in the Hokage's office, Hanekawa picked up his pen and began writing the invitation list.
Anyone with a na and surna, he decided. Simple enough.
When he finished, he set down the pen. "Kaguya."
She materialized instantly, tilting her head. "You're getting married on August 2nd. What do you think?"
"Will you change?" she asked.
"No."
"Then I have no thoughts," she said simply. "Your current life satisfies . If nothing changes, there's nothing to worry about."
He kissed her cheek. "You're the easiest one."
He handed the invitation list to Samui, then returned to find Kaguya waiting.
"Work's done," he said, taking her hand. "Ti for your reward."
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