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“A ninja is always nearby, even when unseen,” he said, his voice softer than she’d ever heard.

“You’re a terrible liar, Hattori-kun,” she whispered. Ninja Hattori Sex With Sonam

Sonam, in turn, taught him to laugh. Not the quiet ninja chuckle, but a real, belly-aching laugh. She drew him out of the shadows, making him sit in the sun, eat ice cream that dripped on his tunic, and admit that yes, he was jealous of Kenichi’s new video game because it made her spend less time with him. “A ninja is always nearby, even when unseen,”

One rainy afternoon, Sonam slipped on the wet porch steps. Before she could fall, a shadow moved. Hattori caught her, one hand on her waist, the other bracing against the pillar. For a suspended second, the only sound was the rain. Sonam looked up, and for the first time, she didn’t see a ninja or a brotherly figure. She saw a boy with intense eyes and a rapidly beating heart hidden under a cotton tunic. Not the quiet ninja chuckle, but a real, belly-aching laugh

Hattori arrived alone. No shurikens. No kage bunshin. He walked up to the rogue and said, “Let her go. I surrender my ninja rank.”

“My home is where my mission is,” he said. “And my mission has a name. It starts with ‘So’ and ends with ‘nam.’”

She punched his shoulder lightly. “You’re still terrible at poetry.”