Naruto didn't wake up until mid-afternoon.
His body ached. Muscles sore in ways shadow clones never trained for. His hips felt like they'd been ground into dust.
The sheets were messy, the room smelled of sweat and sex, and there were faint lipstick stains on his chest and collarbone.
But for the first time in weeks…
He smiled.
Peacefully.
Down the hall, Hinata sat at his kitchen table wearing his oversized T-shirt, sipping tea. Her cheeks were flushed, her legs crossed tightly, the glow on her face unmistakable.
Across from her, Sakura leaned back in a chair, arms folded.
Neither of them said much.
But both of them knew.
They were no longer just rivals for Naruto's attention.
They were… sharing him.
For now.
"I'm not apologizing," Sakura finally said.
Hinata didn't look up from her tea. "Neither am I."
A long silence.
Then Sakura sighed and glanced toward the bedroom. "Is he even alive after last night?"
Hinata let out a soft, knowing smile. "Barely."
Later, Naruto stood under the shower, letting warm water run over his aching body.
His thoughts swirled.
Sakura's dominance.
Hinata's quiet hunger.
The way they looked at each other afterward — a mix of tension, curiosity, and something he couldn't name yet.
He was in the middle of something bigger than just sex.
And part of him… wanted it that way.
But another part?
Tired as hell.
After the shower, he finally took a full nap — no chakra suppression, no alarms, no threats.
Just silence.
Out on the training field, Sasuko Uchiha stood under a tree, sharpening a kunai. Her Sharingan wasn't active, but her senses were sharp.
She felt the change.
Naruto's chakra was… warmer now. Deeper. Like it had been soaked in emotion and pleasure and something more.
It stirred something in her stomach. Something she wasn't ready to admit.
Beside her, Itachika watched the clouds.
"Let him rest," she said softly. "He's earning what we're about to take."
Sasuko scoffed. "I don't want to share."
Itachika raised an eyebrow. "Then you better break him first."
Back in Naruto's apartment, the silence was warm. Soft breathing. Calm.
Hinata stood by the window, brushing her hair.
Sakura lay on the couch, one arm over her eyes.
And Naruto?
Fast asleep in bed — dreaming of soft skin, pink hair, lavender eyes, and the storm that waited on the horizon.