Naruto: Starting By Saving Mikoto

Tsunade clenched her teeth, her hands trembling with fury. The betrayal she felt was immeasurable. She had trusted Hiruzen with her life, with her hopes for the village.
And now, to find out that her family had been targeted, manipulated from within—it shattered something deep inside her.

"All this time… I've been grieving for them… and it was Danzo," she whispered, her voice thick with suppressed rage. "That old vulture took them from me." She didn't doubt Hiro's words; the truth hit her like a punch to the gut, and it ignited a fire within her.

Hiro watched Tsunade closely, seeing the storm building behind her eyes. Her rage, her grief—they were overwhelming her, and he knew the risk of her acting on impulse was high. She was strong, but this news had ripped open old wounds.

He took a step forward, his hand gently but firmly resting on her shoulder. "Tsunade," he said quietly, his voice steady. "I know what you're feeling right now. The anger. But this isn't the moment to act on it."

Sunday's eyes snapped to him, her body tense with fury. "Hiro, don't tell me to calm down. That Basterd old man—he's responsible for everything. My family, my brother… he needs to pay for this."

"I know," Hiro said, his voice soft but insistent.

Without a word, Hiro stepped closer and pulled Tsunade into his arms, enveloping her in a firm embrace. He gently buried her head against his chest, his heartbeat steady against her ear. She stiffened immediately, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest, trying to push him away.

"Hiro," she muttered through clenched teeth, her body trembling with a mix of fury and vulnerability. "Let go. I don't need—"

But Hiro held her tighter, not letting her escape. "I'm not letting go," he said quietly, his voice unwavering. "Not until you stop trying to carry all of this alone."

Tsunade struggled for a moment, her anger flaring as she pressed harder against him, but Hiro didn't budge.

Her resistance slowly weakened as the weight of everything—the grief, the rage, the betrayal—came crashing down all at once.

She felt the heat rising in her chest, her breath growing uneven, and tears that had been trapped for so long finally spilled over.

Hiro didn't say anything more. He didn't need to. His arms stayed wrapped around her, firm and steady, as if holding her together when she was on the verge of breaking.

Slowly, Tsunade's resistance melted, her clenched fists unfurling as she let her hands fall against him. Her body sagged against his, her forehead resting on his chest, the sobs she'd been holding in for years finally escaping.

Hiro could feel her shaking, the waves of sorrow and anger tearing through her. He simply stood there, unmoving, his hands gently rubbing her back in slow, comforting circles. He knew she didn't need words right now—just someone to be there, someone to catch her as she fell.

"I'm here," Hiro whispered softly, his voice barely audible over her quiet sobs. "You don't have to do this alone."

Tsunade clung to him now, her hands gripping his shirt as the emotions she had buried for so long finally broke free. For the first time in what felt like years, she allowed herself to be vulnerable, to let someone else share her burden.

After an hour of comforting her, Hiro's clothes were soaked with Tsunade's tears. Her sobs had quieted, leaving only a heavy silence between them.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and the weight of exhaustion hung in the air. Gently, Hiro leaned back, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face. "Let's sleep," he said softly, his voice low and soothing.

Tsunade didn't protest; her body was too worn from the emotional storm she had endured.

Hiro carefully helped her lie down on the bed, ensuring she was comfortable. As she settled, he stood up to change his clothes, which were drenched from holding her for so long.

He walked quietly to the small closet in the corner of the room, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound breaking the stillness.

As he undressed, removing his soaked shirt, he felt a sudden warmth behind him—delicate yet firm arms wrapping around his waist.

Without letting him get dressed, Tsunade pulled him onto the bed, sitting on top of him.

Hiro's heart skipped a beat as Tsunade straddled him. Her eyes were still red and puffy from crying, but a newfound determination shone within them.

"I don't want to sleep," she said, her voice still shaky but resolute. "I want you."

Hiro's breath caught in his throat as he looked up at her. He had never seen this side of Tsunade before—the vulnerable, passionate woman unafraid to express her desires.

Tsunade leaned down, pressing her lips against his in a fierce kiss. He could taste the salt of her tears, but it only heightened his craving for her.

"Wait, Tsunade... you're not in your right mind."

Hiro's voice was barely audible as he spoke, his chest heaving with desire. He knew that this wasn't what Tsunade truly wanted. She was in a vulnerable state, and he didn't want her to do something she might regret later.

Seeing Hiro's hesitation, Tsunade kicked him playfully as she laid down on the bed. Slowly, he slipped under the blankets, hugging her from behind.

Tsunade's body relaxed into Hiro's embrace as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She let out a deep sigh, feeling safe and comforted in his arms.

"I know you're hurting, Tsunade," Hiro whispered in her ear. "But this isn't the answer."

Tsunade turned to face him, her eyes searching his for any sign of doubt or hesitation.

"I've made up my mind, Hiro," she said firmly. "I want you tonight."

"If that's what you want, then…" he began, his hands slowly moving under her clothes.