Naruto, are you all so good at self-seduction

Anko stared at the patched wooden door in front of her, finding it increasingly unattractive.

"How did you end up fixing your door so poorly?"

"If you give me the money, I'll go buy a new one," came the reply from Kurenai, who was sitting casually by the window in a nightgown, sipping from her glass.

She took a cup from the fridge, sat down across from Anko, and poured herself a drink.

"Hmm, I just got back not long ago with Genma and the others," Anko casually remarked.

The wall clock showed it was already 11 PM, and there were no pedestrians outside on the street.

A few stars twinkled in the sky while the ground remained dimly lit.

"Speaking of which, Genma told me today that they're preparing to apply for the Special Jounin assessment," Anko suddenly added, "so we two can prepare together."

"You definitely won't make it to Jounin, but you might have a chance at Special Jounin."

Anko nodded. "Among our peers, Gai and Asuma are already Jounin, and we're still just Chunin."

Kakashi had been automatically excluded from her statement.

"With your impressive genjutsu skills, passing should be no problem," Kurenai observed.

Anko downed the contents of her cup, laughing. "After all, I am a Master of Genjutsu."

"What's wrong?" Kurenai noticed something was off and asked.

Anko raised an eyebrow but didn't press further.

Before long, a bottle of alcohol was consumed between the two.

"How much have you drank already? It's all gone," Anko said as she poured more, only to find the bottle empty, unable to suppress her question.

Rising, Kurenai approached the liquor cabinet, opening the door to reveal an array of alcoholic drinks filling the three shelves.

"Wow, what a big drinker you are," Anko chuckled, well aware of her friend's habit of enjoying nightcaps.

"Why do you insist on behaving so formally around everyone when you love drinking so much?" Anko picked a bottle of wine and returned to her seat, filling their cups again.

"I don't want to get completely wasted in front of others."

Anko smirked. "Yeah, you definitely wouldn't want to embarrass yourself like that."

"By the way, I wonder how Shizune is doing. It's been so long since we last met."

She reminisced with a wistful expression.

"She is one of the Legendary Sannin, after all."

Anko suddenly froze and fell silent.

"Ah~" Anko stretched her arms and leaned back in her chair, making it sway slightly.

"Shizune better not come back past her prime and still be single like Tsunade," she said.

"I really want to travel," Kurenai sighed.

"To not have to worry about anything, just do whatever you want."

They took another swig of the bottle.

Kurenai propped her chin on her hand, lightly tapping her cheek with her index finger, gazing out the window in a daze.

"Are you going back?" she asked Anko.

Anko turned her head, looking dazed and a bit confused.

Shaking her head, Kurenai glanced at the clock on the wall—it was midnight.

Anko lazily nudged Kurenai's face and murmured, "I don't want to leave."

"Quickly head back; I need to sleep."

"Let's sleep together," Anko whined playfully.

Kurenai forced Anko's tightly wrapped arms away from her, finally stepping out with a sigh of relief.

"Why are you so cold-hearted?" Anko protested, feeling hurt.

Drunk, she seemed to be acting like a little girl…

"Wash your face and hurry back."

In the bathroom, Anko looked at herself in the mirror as she turned on the faucet; the water flowed into her hands, which she splashed onto her face to wake herself up.

She removed her hair tie, and her hair fell loosely around her shoulders.

"What are you doing?" Kurenai asked with an odd expression.

Anko looked at her and suddenly smiled, saying, "I think if I put on some decent makeup, I'd actually look pretty good."

"Just remember to change that door; it's too ugly."

"I don't have the money!"

Turning to clean the used glasses, she caught a glimpse of someone passing by outside—someone in ANBU gear, armed with a tantō, but without a mask, so they must have just returned from a mission.

Her grip on the cup tightened suddenly.

It was that bastard...

She knew that Oboro lived nearby and passed this way every day; she would see him occasionally.

Her heart raced, and she couldn't help but start breathing heavily.

Why am I so scared?!

Taking a deep breath, she quietly moved to the window.

As Anko went up and down the street, she unexpectedly ran into Oboro.

Why is Anko still in contact with that jerk...

But soon after, it seemed they had exchanged a few words, and Anko walked away, huffing in anger.

Drip, drip...

Alcohol spilled onto the table, flowing to the edges and dripping onto the floor.

"Eavesdropping is a bad habit," Oboro said, half-squatting on the windowsill, his tone indifferent.

"I... I wasn't," she protested weakly, unable to meet his gaze.

"What do you want..."

"You'd better not do anything reckless. I…"

Oboro looked at her startled and awkward demeanor, as if afraid of what he might do to her next.

"Quite annoying."

"…"

"Keep her away from me."

"Y-Yes… yes."

She bowed her head, staring at the wine stains on the floor.

No more sound or movement came, and after a while, a cool breeze blew in through the window.

When she lifted her head, the figure at the window was long gone, having left she didn't know when.