Chapter 345: A Dad
For a moment, Jiraiya stared and tried to make sense of what he was seeing. Was this real? Had he really woken up like this? Or was it just a dream?
His brain was slow to process, but then she yawned and woke up.
"Morning," she softly said. Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked at him with a faint smile. "Did you sleep well?"
He abruptly leapt from the bed and blurted out, "Ah—Tsunade! Forgive me! I think I had too many drinks last night!"
She looked at him with confusion before sitting up a little, one.
"Drinks?" she repeated. "I don't remember you drinking anything last night."
She then stretched, revealing her bare shoulders as she moved out of bed. Jiraiya's gaze flicked around in disbelief. His mind refused to accept what he was seeing.
Had he really spent the night with her?
With Tsunade already out of the room, he stood up hurriedly and made his way to the bathroom. The mirror reflected a man just as confused as he felt.
He turned on the faucet, splashing cold water on his face, hoping to jolt himself out of this strange mental state. As the cold water ran over his skin, he stared into his own eyes.
Was this real? Or was he still caught in that nightmare he couldn't recall?