Yamanaka Ino (Iris)

Ino was drowsy, and warm, and comfortable. Michael’s arm was draped over her and she came to wakefulness slowly. She blinked up at the ceiling for a few moments, just orienting herself, and trying not to think too hard about any of the emotional tangles that she could get caught in.

Just good fun.

And if she kept telling herself that, maybe it’d be true.

Carefully sitting up, not wanting to wake Michael--no surprise that she’d be up earlier than him really, not with her training—Ino glanced over at him, almost fondly--

And froze.

Those were... scars. On his back. Faint, but there. Ino leaned over to get a better look, one hand reaching to gently trace them, as her eyes narrowed.

[For the boy in the bed! Room and boy modded with permission! That Ino and Michael woke up together and talked is FB everything else, including the topic, is severely NFB.]

Ino? Was mostly sleeping, in that half-awake state that's really just to the side of being entirely out of it, and totally unaware of anything that might possibly be strange about the weekend. She'd been up late the night before, dancing, and now curled a little further under her blankets and fuzzily considered just...

Sleeping all day. Maybe.

Unless someone had other plans.

[For the kidlet.]