“it seems as though your daughter and my son got into a disagreement during class yesterday!” lee puffs out his chest in the medinin’s doorway. an almost carbon copy of him stands behind the taijutsu master, hiding behind a green pant-leg.
“he would like to say something to sarada-chan, if that would be alright with you!” lee glances down at his son, “isn’t that right, junior?”
a shy nod is given, followed by a muffled ‘ossu-’












