
The familiar voice caused the curvaceous woman to halt from her cooking, and turned around to face her little sunshine that was clutching to her legs. Digits ruffled on the soft, blond locks of the whiskered boy, chortles escaping from her lips as she did so.

“Welcome home, Naruto. How was your day?”
‶ —— my, my, did i missed out that much already ?
you can trust me with that, y'know ?! ″