Masato's polished sandals made soft clicks against the wooden floor as he strolled through the academy's hallway, the sound muffled by the chatter of students rushing to their next class. A group of girls giggled as he passed, their cheeks flushing when he offered them a practiced, charming smile.
Masato Kirishima was the kind of handsome that turned heads in crowded streets. His features were unfairly symmetrical, with a sharp jawline, and piercing blue eyes. His blonde hair fell in artfully messy waves that somehow looked intentional rather than disheveled. Masato was very popular within the academy, not just among the students, but with the faculty as well. Noticing that he didn't have any more classes to teach for the day, he went back to the faculty room to relax.
The afternoon sun slanted through the academy's high windows, casting long shadows across the training fields where students practiced basic taijutsu katas. Masato's fingers drummed idly against the windowsill as his gaze tracked a particular dark-haired girl moving through her forms with crisp precision. A smile slowly curled at the corner of his lips.
Hinata Hyuga. Twelve years old and already carrying the weight of her clan's expectations on her shoulders. Masato observed from the faculty window like a hawk watching its prey.
A few minutes later, he saw Sakura stumbling onto the training field, her pink hair tangled and cheeks still faintly flushed. She kept wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a nervous, subconscious gesture as she hurried to join her class.
"Haruno, you're late for class again!" Iruka's voice cut across the training field. His brows furrowed as Sakura stumbled to a halt beside her classmates, her breaths coming in short, uneven gasps. The midday sun glinted off the sweat beading at her temples. "I'm sorry, Iruka-sensei!" Sakura reponded quickly.
"Don't let it happen again," Iruka said sternly, though something about her posture and the slight tremble in her shoulders made Iruka pause. "Are you feeling alright, Haruno?"
Sakura's fingers trembled as she tugged at her skirt. "I'm fine, Iruka-sensei," she lied, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She couldn't tell him. She had realized long ago that she couldn't tell anyone about her situation. The words would lodge in her throat every time she tried. The moment she even considered speaking, a warm, buzzing sensation would instantly spread throughout her body, making her lips seal shut.
"Alright then, get to practice," Iruka dismissed his thoughts with a shake of his head. He turned his attention back to the class, clapping his hands together. "Everyone pair up for sparring drills! We're focusing on defensive stances today!" The students scattered like startled birds, quickly pairing up with the companions they were most familiar with. Masato stood watching, one hand casually tucked in his pocket.
Two hours later, the academy bell rang sharply through the courtyard, signaling the end of afternoon training. Sweat-drenched students slumped against each other in exhaustion, their uniforms sticking to their backs in the late afternoon heat.
"Good work everyone!" Iruka called out, clapping his hands together. His voice carried warmth despite the grueling session. "Remember, defense is just as important as offense when it comes to survival in the field. Dismissed!"
Masato's took a sip of the tea he'd just poured, the porcelain warm against his palm. Outside, clusters of students dispersed toward the academy gates, their laughter bright and unburdened in the golden afternoon light. His gaze lingered on one figure moving slower than the rest: Hinata, her small frame nearly swallowed by the oversized
jacket she insisted on wearing.
Her white eyes flickered nervously toward the other students, especially Naruto Uzumaki, who was currently being scolded by Iruka for another one of his failed pranks.
The teacup clicked softly against its saucer as Masato set it down. His gaze lingered on Hinata's retreating figure until she was completely out of sight.
The afternoon light had softened to amber by the time Masato strolled through the academy's gates, his shadow stretching long across the stone path. He hummed an aimless tune, hands tucked in his pockets, the very picture of a contented teacher ending his day.
His home wasn't very far from the academy, just ten minutes walk through Konoha's quieter residential streets. Masato took his time, enjoying the way the late afternoon sun painted the village in warm hues.
Not long after, he had neared his house. It was rather unassuming, a modest two-story dwelling surrounded by a small courtyard. To any passerby, it was just another unremarkable home.
He didn't plan to stay at home for long, after all, he had a hot *date* to attend tonight. The thought curled Masato's lips into a smile as he unlocked his front door. Inside, the house smelled faintly of sandalwood, and was meticulously kept despite its deceptive simplicity.
The first stars were just beginning to prick through the twilight when Masato stepped out again. He walked past his next door neighbor, an old woman sweeping her doorstep, but she didn't so much as glance his way.
She wasn't ignoring him deliberately. If someone were to look in his direction, they wouldn't be able to see or even sense him. This was all thanks to his Void Barrier ability, a technique which he called the Void Cloak. The Void Barrier was wrapped around Masato like a second skin, bending light and sound around his form, rendering him completely invisible. He had spent months developing this technique, but it was well worth it.
Masato moved unseen through Konoha Village, like a ghost slipping between the shadows. His steps were silent as he leaped from rooftop to rooftop.
Five minutes later, he had reached his destination, a three-story apartment complex on the quieter side of Konoha's residential district.
Masato landed soundlessly on the third-floor balcony. Through the sliding glass doors, he could see the silhouette of someone wrapped in the blankets on the bed, a lump beneath pale blue fabric shifting slightly with each slow breath.
The balcony door slid open and Masato stepped inside boldly. The moment the door slid shut behind him, the figure under the blanket began trembling uncontrollably, tiny, jerky movements that made the blankets rustle like leaves in a storm.
With a thought, the Void Cloak instantly expanded around him, enveloping the entire room in its imperceptible embrace. The rapid, panicked breathing of the figure beneath the blankets seemed to be amplified within the confines of the barrier.
The trembling lump didn't move when Masato's shadow fell across the bed. Masato smiled widely as he perched on the edge of the mattress.
"Still pretending to be asleep, huh?" The lump beneath the blanket went rigid as Masato's fingers curled into the fabric, peeling it back with deliberate slowness.
A pair of beautiful red eyes snapped open beneath the covers. The woman's breath hitched as the fabric slid away, revealing her pale face framed by messy black hair.
Kurenai Yūhi's fingers dug into the sheets beneath her, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and reluctance. The blanket slid down to reveal her bare shoulders. The thin straps of her nightgown trembled against her pale skin. She kept quiet the entire time, silently accepting her fate. Her resistance was futile at this point, she'd already lost everything to this despicable man over a month ago.
Masato had no intention of wasting more time with pointless words. After all, they were already quite familiar with each other's bodies. Although he had enjoyed Sakura's *service* earlier today, he was still far from satisfied.
His fingers made quick work of his belt buckle, his pants sliding free with a whisper before pooling at his feet. Kurenai's breath stuttered as he shrugged off his flak jacket, the heavy fabric hitting the floor with a dull thud that made her flinch. She lay frozen, her pulse hammering visibly at the base of her throat. Masato peeled off his undershirt in one smooth motion. "Undress." He ordered dryly.
Kurenai's knuckles tightened, though her body still obeyed him. The thin straps of her nightgown slid down her shoulders with agonizing slowness. Her hands moved to the hem, trembling fingers lifting the garment inch by inch until it slipped over her head and fell soundlessly onto the bed. Since she wasn't wearing anything underneath, her beautiful body was now laid bare before his hungry eyes.
Masato smiled wickedly. "Now turn around and stick out that pretty ass of yours." He commanded, his grin widening.