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❝a bit of a useless chapter, but im a fan of useless things❞
"Oi, what are you still doing here?" The soft blow to her head via fist has her frowning in dread at the male, his presence a Hail Mary to ruin the peace that settles into the house whenever he's sleeping or simply anywhere but there. And she'd still been a little salty about his lack of candor even knowing the blind trust she'd had in him, so to say she'd been avoiding him since she'd uncovered the truth was a literal understatement.
The raven haired girl arches an eyebrow at him from her spot lounging on the couch, her hand blindly reaching into a bowl of popcorn as she watched various informercials. Something about a jeweled ninja pouch. "Don't you have kids to train?"
"Aren't you one of those kids?"
"And whose fault is that?"
Silence slips between them per rehash, the seconds in which he deadpans at her answer for everything ticking away the intervals in which she stares him down, savagely shoving a large handful of popcorn into her mouth rather condescendingly.
The man finally clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest, sure signs he's not in the mood for taking any of her pre-teen shit today. "The activity does not exclude you just because you're a jonin. Get off your ass and get to the training grounds before I cut the cable," as the final threat leaves his mouth, he grabs the remote off her slightly bloated tummy and clicks off the tv, prompting her to nearly choke on her mouthful of popcorn as she lets a few groans and sounds slip in chagrin.
Something like, "uth da fuck, I wath washing tha!"
"And now you're not," he smiles victoriously behind that stupid mask, waving around a dismissive hand. "Now go get ready. Your teammates are waiting."
Groaning rather loudly, Koharu tosses the partially empty popcorn ball to the coffee table and stomps her way to her feet, throwing herself about the couch like a feisty two year old, and nearly tripping halfway up the stairs while muttering a few incoherent curses behind a mouth still chewing a large wad of popcorn. Ultimately amusing the man, as he could always expect to get the best reactions out her when he made her life even the tiniest bit unlivable. Much unlike when she was a kid, all doe-eyed and full of nonsense questions, much less, a borderline sociopathic demeanor.
He'd once thought Koharu was the brainy type with a natural knack for learning, but absolute shit at socializing. On the contrary, she'd grown into her own emotions quite naturally. Though her S-class sarcasm was entirely his fault and no one else's.
Raising a kid was a lot harder than he expected, but keeping his distance was harder. There were moments in which his ethics plagued him—having to turn a human girl into a weapon for the hidden leaf as her capabilities far exceeded normal as a young kid. There have only been few young prodigies to rise among the hidden leaf, him included. So naturally they'd aimed to use Koharu to her fullest potential. It was in that sense, his morality came crawling back, and he further pressed the idea of letting her grow normally for 'social' purposes. 'A good ninja is nothing without beside manner,' he'd said to Iruka and the hokage, who'd thought it weird he'd change his mind after so many years.
