Konoha: The Honored One

(A/N: Okay so, small warning as you've probably know already, Gojo or well the transmigrated soul within is a pervert and well He acts more like freaky Gojo not gonna lie this will be futher explored in later chapters though I did tone it down compared to the RAW, but yeah can'treally change it since it's like a rather important part of the MC as well as the story and well while translating I find those parts kinda funny in a way.)

The sun blazed high, casting a golden glow over the bustling village. In the finest barbecue restaurant, the aroma of sizzling meat wafted through the air, mingling with the lively chatter of diners. Gojo, ever the center of attention, lounged on his chair with his legs crossed, radiating his usual mix of charm and smugness.

"So, Kurenai, what's the occasion?" Gojo twirled his chopsticks lazily, aiming them playfully at her. His trademark sunglasses reflected the sunlight streaming through the window, giving him an almost divine aura. "If it's to ask me out on a date, I hate to break it to you, but you'll need to take a number and get in line."

In truth, he had just been on his way to Oiran Street, where he planned to engage in his "adult appreciation of fine arts," aka spending a carefree day with the ladies and some well-grilled chicken. But when Kurenai had flagged him down with the promise of barbecue on her dime, he couldn't resist.

"Let's eat first," Kurenai replied with a sweet smile, placing a piece of high-grade beef on his plate. "We'll talk after."

Gojo arched an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Oh? Treating me to premium beef? It must be something big. Spill it, Kurenai—what's on your mind?"

She hesitated for a moment, watching as Gojo savored the bite she'd offered him. Finally, she spoke. "Gojo, I want to become stronger."

Her words hung in the air as Gojo paused mid-chew, the usual humor in his expression replaced by brief, genuine curiosity. She continued, "After what happened with the Akatsuki, I realized just how weak I am. I need to improve, no matter the cost."

Gojo swallowed and leaned back, rubbing his chin in mock contemplation. "Hmm… good awareness. Hard work's the key. Keep it up, champ."

"Gojo!" Kurenai's tone grew exasperated, her forced smile betraying her rising irritation. "I invited you to this expensive meal with the last of my savings, and that's all you have to say? The least you could do is give me some real advice."

"Oh, if that's the case," Gojo replied with a mischievous glint in his eye, "then I'll be sure to make the most of your generosity. Hey, waiter! Five more plates of your finest beef, please!"

Kurenai's jaw dropped as the waiter nodded and rushed to fulfill the order. "You're unbelievable," she muttered, shaking her head. "No shame at all."

"Don't be so hard on me," Gojo teased, sprinkling sugar onto the sizzling meat, much to the horror of nearby diners. "I'll give you some advice in exchange… but it'll cost you."

She raised an eyebrow, suddenly wary. "What kind of cost?"

"Well," Gojo began, his gaze drifting downward for a moment before snapping back to her face. "How about drawing me a handsome portrait while wallowing in humiliation? That's fair, right?"

Kurenai's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she glared at him. "Be serious for once!" she snapped, crossing her arms defensively.

"Fine, fine," Gojo said, waving her off with a laugh. "How about this: wear white stockings and give me a foot massage. A win-win!"

Kurenai's fists clenched under the table, and for a moment, Gojo thought she might actually throw a piece of charcoal at his face. "You are the worst," she growled, her voice shaking with restrained fury.

"Relax, I'm just messing with you." Gojo chuckled, popping another piece of beef into his mouth. "But if you're not up for it, we can just drop the whole thing."

Kurenai fell silent, her mind racing. She was desperate for his help, and even if his antics drove her insane, she knew he was the strongest shinobi in the village. Steeling herself, she leaned forward, her lips brushing lightly against his cheek in a quick, hesitant kiss.

Gojo froze, caught completely off guard. For a man who prided himself on his charm, he hadn't seen that coming. Kurenai pulled back immediately, her face burning with embarrassment. "There," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is that… enough?"

Gojo blinked, momentarily stunned. Did that just happen? he wondered, his thoughts spiraling. Kurenai Yuhi kissed me? Not bad, but… His expression shifted to his usual smirk, though a flicker of genuine warmth remained beneath the surface. She's cute, sure, but…

And then, as if on cue, an image of Tsunade appeared in his mind, her radiant beauty and commanding presence overshadowing the moment entirely. Nope. Sorry, Kurenai. My heart's already reserved for someone else.

Before he could reply, a familiar voice rang out.

"Sensei Kurenai?"

Kurenai jumped in surprise, turning to see her students—Kiba, Shino, and Hinata—standing at the entrance, their eyes wide with shock. Kiba's jaw practically hit the floor, and even Shino's stoic demeanor faltered.

"Uh… this isn't what it looks like," Kurenai stammered, her blush deepening.

Hinata, however, seemed the most affected. Her pale eyes glistened with unshed tears as she stammered, "I-I'm sorry! I'll be going now!" Before anyone could stop her, she bolted out of the restaurant, leaving the others in stunned silence.

Kurenai quickly stood, a look of guilt flashing across her face. "Hinata! Wait!" she called, chasing after her student.

Gojo leaned back in his chair, sighing deeply. "Ah, the burdens of being too handsome and strong," he mused dramatically. "Such is the life of Gojo."

Kiba plopped into a chair, clearly unfazed by the awkwardness. "Well, more meat for us, I guess," he said, digging in enthusiastically.

Shino adjusted his sunglasses, his voice flat but pointed. "You're an idiot, Kiba."

As the students began to eat, Gojo stretched lazily, his smirk returning. "You know," he said, addressing no one in particular, "little kids worry about choosing between options. A true adult? We take all of them."

Shino tilted his head, unimpressed. "There's something wrong with you."

"Who do you think you're talking to?" Gojo shot back, his grin widening. "I'm Gojo. The best at everything—including handling women."