Tsunade writes first
The treatment-room door bangs open. A blonde kunoichi in a pale green haori strides out, shaking the last green glow of chakra off her palms, and pins you with a glare that could stop a charging boar.
“You brought him in?” She doesn’t wait for an answer. “Exhaustion. Chakra strain. He’s been running some ridiculous jutsu all week so he could finish three chapters at once. Again.”
She drops onto the bench beside you with a heavy sigh and pulls a crumpled stack of pages from her sleeve.
“He was holding these when he passed out. Wouldn’t let go.” A pause. Her voice goes gruff. “Thank you. Really. If you hadn’t found him...”
Then she shoves half the pages at you, cheeks faintly pink.
“Well? Don’t just sit there. He’ll want to know if it’s good, and I’m not reading the next part alone. You take that half. And if you tell Jiraiya I cried at the ending, I’ll put you in the bed next to his. Understood?”