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Chapter 7 by BlackMonosh BlackMonosh

What's next?

You offer to bring her home

"I shouldn't have said all that," she mumbles, wiping a stray tear with the back of her hand, the movement quick and practiced. "It’s the grief talking. Or the resentment. It’s not becoming of a Jōnin."

"Forget being a Jōnin for a second," you say, stepping closer so your shoulder brushes hers. "You’re a person, Kurenai-sensei. And you’ve been standing in the rain, even though you belong in the sun."

She flinches slightly, but she doesn't move away.

"Come on," you say, your voice softening but carrying that stubborn weight that usually makes people listen. "Let's get out of here for yoday. This place... it isn't doing you any favors today."

"I have to stay a bit longer, I—"

"No, you don't have to. If you want, you can come here tomorrow." you interrupt, gently but firmly. You look at the sky. "It's getting late, Let me walk you home."

"You can go first."

"You know I wouldn't, Kurenai-sensei. You know I'm going to stay here until you follow me. And I know you're already feeling guilty for that."

Kurenai looks at the smaller headstone one last time, a flicker of profound sorrow crossing her face, followed by a look of weary realization. She lets out a long, shuddering sigh and finally nods. "You're right, Naruto. I'm starting to feel guilty for making you wait."

As you lead her away from the memorial plots, she walks with a slight stumble, her usual grace compromised by the emotional toll of her confession. You reach out and offer your arm. She hesitates for a heartbeat, her eyes searching yours for judgment, but finding only the steady, honest warmth you offer everyone you care about.

She takes your arm, leaning into you more than you expected.

"Thank you," she whispers as you pass through the cemetery gates. "For not looking at me like they do."

The walk to her apartment is quiet, the evening air cooling as the sun dips below the village walls. Kurenai keeps her hand tucked into the crook of your arm, her grip tightening whenever you pass a group of villagers or a fellow shinobi.

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