Direct Approach

"What?!" Naruko was flabbergasted. She must've heard wrong.

"I said-" He stood there, stoic and no-nonsense with his proud and muscular posture, 'manly', she thought. "-from now on, you, Uzumaki Naruko, are my woman."

Neji sounded like they were simply discussing the weather, and his comment, well... It didn't make things any clearer.

'His woman, what the hell.' Her friend, Sakura was already staring dumbly.

"I'll be at your house seven p.m. sharp. You'll cook."

And with that, Nej shunshined away, but not before slapping Naruko discreetly in ass, causing her to flush like a ripe tomato.

Sakura was making a very convincing impression of a dead fish when Naruko gave the wind a very timid response.

"Hai..."