"It's not nice to throw weapons at your friends you know," the smug voice stated, and she rolled her eyes as she looked over at the jounin who was sitting on her couch with his eyes trained on his stupid porn book. He looked up at her though as she started to talk. "Well good thing we aren't friends," she said flatly. ••• In which a lonely sensei and a determined jounin's paths intertwine in ways neither of them expected.