Hi! I was happily surprised by the response the first chapter got. Thank you for your enthusiasm and your requests for more! It turned out that I was in the mood to write some OT3 fluffiness so... I ended up writing this. Don't expect anything too serious and developed for the AU. Some IRL events don't put me in the right state of mind for anything too complex. Enjoy!

Warning: this ends in polyamory, and that's the whole point of the chapter so if you don't like that, don't bother reading.

Yoko woke up with a foggy mind. The room was too bright. Didn't she close the curtains yesterday evening?

Wait.

She opened her eyes suddenly and rose on her elbows. She wasn't in her bedroom! In fact, she wasn't even in her apartment, because…

"Ah, you're awake."

She spun around and nearly toppled down the couch she was resting on. She blushed, extremely embarrassed to find herself looking up to an amused Jounin Commander. He was standing, dressed for the day and not a hair out of place, with a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Good night, uh?" The corner of his lips rose in amusement.

Yoko sat up and tried to tidy her hair. She knew that her blond curls tended to be a right mess in the morning. It wasn't her best look.

She cleared her throat and tried to find her voice to reply. "It was, yes. You?"

"Yeah, good. Pretty surprised to find you on the couch when I came back, though. Yoshino didn't offer you the guest room?"

"She face-planted on the couch. I wasn't going to carry her up," Yoshino replied as she appeared out of the bathroom, looking ready for the day. "She's a lightweight."

Shikaku raised an amused eyebrow. "Is she?"

"I am," Yoko confirmed with a solemn nod. "But!" She raised an index. "I rarely have a hangover, so… I'm okay with that."

Shikaku chuckled and left for the kitchen. Yoshino smiled fondly at her and tousled her hair (damn it, no need to make it worse!).

"Come on, go freshen up. Breakfast will be ready soon."

Five minutes later, at the kitchen table, the three of them were sharing the story of their night with good humor.

It had been a year now since they had spoken together on the Hokage mountain for the Nara's first couple therapy. The meetings had stopped after ten months, but a deep friendship had been born from it. Yoshino, who had so few friends, had invited Yoko for a night out, officially to thank her for her help. They had never stopped since. Yoko was all too glad for it. She didn't have many friends either, and she was very fond of the Nara (a bit too much, perhaps, but she was handling it well). Shikaku was glad to see his wife more lively and enthusiastic. He usually took care of Shikamaru when the women went out. However, last night, Shikamaru had slept over his new best friend's house (Chouji's), so his father had been able to go out with Chouza and Inoichi.

This system, offering more freedom and outlet to the couple, was doing them a lot of good. Yoshino had recovered from her postpartum depression after sharing her unease with attentive ears. The two of them had spent more time together with Shikamaru. The Nara clan was more accepting of Yoshino… Everything seemed to be for the best.

Yoko smiled as she sipped on her miso soup and listened to Shikaku teasing his wife about her ability to drink any old man under the table. She was so glad to see them at peace.

"Ah! You know what I learned?" Yoshino asked her husband.

Yoko whined, guessing what her friend was thinking of. "Come on, Yoshino! Let me live it down!"

Shikaku raised an inquiring eyebrow.

"No, can't do," Yoshino replied, ignoring the way her friend hid behind her hands in embarrassment. "She thinks you're hot."

Shikaku paused in surprise with his chopsticks in his bowl of rice.

"I know. It's cute she still has such disillusions," Yoshino commented with a grin.

"Are you saying I'm not?" Shikaku asked, frowning.

Yoko watched through her fingers, glad that the conversation seemed to turn away from her somewhat.

"I've seen you chasing Shikamaru, covered in deers' droppings."

Yoko made a surprised face, but Shikaku was rather exasperated.

"Oh, wonderful. So this killed all the glamour in our couple?"

"Pretty much," Yoshino confirmed before laughing at his face. "I'm kidding. Of course, you're hot. You're just so grouchy that I'm surprised Yoko noticed."

Oh, damn, they were looking back at her. She grabbed her chopsticks and went for the last grains of rice in her bowl with extreme concentration.

"I'm not that grouchy."

"You're frowning so often you're getting wrinkles."

"Do I, really?"

Yoko slowed in her chase for rebellious rice, observing the exchange in relief. Yoshino was so talkative that she filled the silence when you stayed quiet. It was a tactic that Yoko and Shikaku both used regularly… but he was unusually chatty.

The conversation drifted as they finished their meal. Yoshino left to go to the toilet, leaving Shikaku and Yoko to clean up the table. They tried to remove a bowl at the same time. Their fingers touched before Yoko withdrew, prompting her to look up and meet his eyes.

"You alright?"

She blinked in surprise and nodded. When he hummed and went to put the bowls in the sink, she realized that he had voluntarily turned Yoko's attention on him to spare her the embarrassment.

She rubbed her face. This wasn't helping her crush, at all.

oOo

Two weeks later, the Akimichi, Nara and Yamanaka clans had one of their regular gatherings. Yoko didn't often join since she wasn't fond of crowds, but Yoshino and Shikaku had to, due to his status as clan leader. So, this time, Yoshino had convinced her new friend to come to keep her company.

The party was organized by the Akimichi and always happened in their compound. The Akimichi took care of the food. The Nara and Yamanaka handled drinks, decorations, and games. Everyone brought something. It was the custom.

Yoko arrived with a handful of games. She added them to the table where kids and adults could choose from, among the traditional hanafuda cards, mahjong, go or shogi boards. There were also hanetsuki paddles.

"Hey, Shikamaru-kun," she greeted the young boy dozing nearby.

He opened an eye and grunted in reply. He had gotten familiar with his mother's new best friend. She sometimes looked after him when his parents went out together.

"Chouji didn't arrive yet?"

"He helps with the food. I'm supposed to choose a game," the three-year-old boy admitted.

Yoko chuckled. "Was that too troublesome? You decided to take a nap in the middle?"

"Yeah…" He rubbed his forehead and glanced at her hands with mild interest. "What did you bring?" She often had original games and ideas to offer.

"I have a guessing game, where a player draws a word, and he has to make you guess without using that word…"

"Do I need to move for that?"

She chuckled at his laziness. "Not necessarily."

"I'll take that then," he decided, stretching out toward her.

She handed over the version of Taboo she had created herself (originally to help couples communicate, but children could play just as well and didn't need to know about it).

"Do you know where your parents are?"

"They're setting tables."

Yoko went to give them a hand and found herself embroiled into and keeping the party going. She had never talked to so many people on the same day and seen so many of her patients, past and present, at the same time.

"Hey, shrink," one of them greeted her as he came to get some of the miso soup she was serving.

"Excuse you?!" Yoshino took offense, looking up from the rice she was distributing.

Nara Ensui recoiled at her anger. She was known among the clan for her scary lectures.

"It's fine, Yoshino," Yoko intervened. "It's something my patients call me when they want to be discreet."

"Oh. Alright then." Yoshino relaxed but grumbled: "Calling you by your name would be more discreet."

"Ah, but that would break the Nara's phlegmatic attitude," Yoko pointed out, chuckling as she handed Ensui a bowl of soup. "How are you, Ensui-san?"

"Better, thanks. Your idea works."

"I'm glad to hear it. I'll see you on Tuesday then."

Once they had some time alone, Yoshino leaned on the table and commented: "I didn't realize you had so many patients among the clan."

"My experience with the Nara is that there's a lot more work in your legendary calm than you'd like to let everyone think."

"What do you mean?" Shikaku appeared behind her, startling her. He was sometimes too lazy to bother warning her of his approach by being louder or more obvious.

"I mean… That it's a matter of clan pride to stay outwardly calm and composed, even when you're struggling and in need of help."

Shikaku frowned and buried his hands in the pockets of his dark green haori. "I see." He nodded and went around her to grab a bowl. As he did so, he brushed the sleeve of her blue yukata with pink flowers.

"You look good," he said before leaving.

"Thank you," Yoko replied belatedly, watching him leave with surprise.

Yoshino chuckled. "Since you convinced him to compliment me more often, it has become a habit."

"Well, there are worse habits to have."

"I won't complain," Yoshino agreed. "He's right by the way, this yukata goes well with your eyes. I should have taken the time to put on a yukata too, but I was late waking up Shikamaru… again," she grumbled.

"You look great in that dress. Modern and elegant at the same time."

Yoshino grinned. "Thanks!"

A child running by caught Yoko's attention. She removed her apron and excused herself to run after him.

"Fū!"

The boy stopped and looked over his shoulder, making a face at his cousin. The seven years old was the son of Yoko's paternal aunt. He had recently lost his father in mission. Yoko had tried to get him to talk to her, but he was cocky and convinced he didn't need anyone.

"What?"

"Is it true that Danzou-san offered to mentor you?"

The Academy student on the fast track to becoming genin early (if he got his way, but the Yondaime refused most requests now that they were at peace) grinned with pride. "Yes!"

Yoko made a face and bit her tongue, knowing that the boy was too eager to prove himself to listen to her if she warned him against Danzou, a renowned war veteran. Inoichi had already tried after all.

She had no choice but to let him go. Her fingers closed around the fabric of her yukata with a tight grip. "Damn it," she sighed.

oOo

It was late in the evening when Yoko jumped down from the roof into the Nara's garden. She hadn't tried to be discreet. Shikaku looked up from his shogi game to glance at her curiously. At her tense expression, he tilted his head.

"Yoshino's taking a bath," he informed her.

"She's not the one I came to see," Yoko admitted. Sitting on the wooden patio, she removed her sandals to sit cross-legged opposite Shikaku. "I need advice from the Jounin Commander."

"Ah." He moved a piece and then rested his hands on his thighs. "What for?"

He had noticed the scroll she was holding, of course, but he pretended to ignore it until she handed it over. He opened it enough to glance at the title before looking at her. She held his gaze, knowing that he understood her question without it to be said. He looked back at the scroll, opening it as he read. Once he had gone through its contents, he closed it and handed it over. He shook his head.

It wasn't enough to stop Danzou.

Tears gathered in Yoko's eyes. She looked away, biting her lips. "Thanks," she managed to whisper. She went to stand up, but a hand on her wrist stopped her.

Shikaku pushed the shogi board away and pulled her to him. "Come here."

She didn't have the will to resist. She leaned into his embrace, letting her forehead fall on his shoulder.

"Is this about the kid Inoichi told me about?"

Yoko sniffled. "He's my cousin. He just lost his father and that… that asshole's taking advantage of that to manipulate him! I can't let him. I can't… but I don't know what else to do. Fū won't listen, he wants to prove his worth too badly."

Shikaku patted her back. "You can't save everyone, Yoko."

She raised her head brusquely and glared at him. "He's not everyone! He's my cousin, damn it! I washed that midget's diapers!"

Unbothered by her outburst (he had gotten worse from his wife), Shikaku shifted to sit with one knee raised. "Then you should be able to find a way to convince him. Don't you manage to get strangers to listen to you?"

"Only when they are willing to listen…" She paused with her eyes lost into space. "There might be a way…"

Shikaku hummed. It was his version of 'I told you so'. The tip of his fingers went down her back, bringing goosebumps to her skin.

The sliding door opened to let out Yoshino. Wearing a bathrobe and her hair in a towel, she watched them curiously. "Is something wrong?"

Yoko straightened, embarrassed to be found leaning on her friend's husband, but Shikaku replied for her: "Yoko needed an ear."

"And a shoulder to lean on," Yoshino observed. "It's a change of our usual dynamic." She smiled and tilted her head toward the kitchen. "Come on in, I'll make you a cup of herbal tea."

"I don't want to impose."

"Don't be silly. Come in!"

Shikaku gently pushed Yoko toward the door.

She complied.

oOo

Shikaku watched Hitomi leave the room with a cold look. When the chuunin had finally left, he relaxed into the couch of the Hokage's office.

"Still angry with her?" Minato commented, amused. He left his desk and came to sit opposite his friend. "It has been a year. I'd have thought it was too troublesome for you to bear a grudge for so long."

"It is, but she did it again last week."

"She accused you of cheating again?"

"Not in so many words," Shikaku sighed. "She made a comment at Yoshino about how often I could be seen with Yoko."

"How did Yoshino take it?"

Shikaku smirked and leaned forward to grab a file on the coffee table. "She humiliated her in front of the whole shop, apparently. These two have a rival thing going on since the academy."

"You'd think that after all the dreadful missions you dumped on Hitomi-san last time, she'd have wised up," Minato commented.

Shikaku sighed and shook his head. Unfortunately, he was well placed to know how few people learned from their mistakes.

They were going through the last A-level missions' reports when the door opened after a knock. Kakashi came in, slouching and closing the door behind him with his foot. His teenage years were taking revenge on a much too serious childhood.

"You asked for me, sensei?" Kakashi asked, leaning his forearms on the back of the couch.

"Ah, yes, Kakashi-kun. I got a request for you," Minato said with a smile.

Kakashi perked up. "A mission?"

"Of a sort. Yamanaka Yoko filled it."

The teenager groaned and pulled away. "No."

Minato's grin widened. "I see she has already talked to you about it. I think it's a great idea."

"You would," the teenager sighed. "I'm not taking an apprentice."

"It wouldn't be right now, but in a few years, once Fū has finished the Academy."

"From what I heard, he could finish now."

"We're not at war anymore, it's not necessary. So, in five years, you'd be twenty-two, it would be a good time for you to take an apprentice."

"I'm ANBU."

"ANBU serves for an average of five years. You're already at four."

Shikaku watched the conversation with interest. So this was the alternative Yoko had thought of. It made sense. For a prodigy like Fū, Kakashi would look like an even better option than Danzou. He was the Hokage's apprentice, the most famous child prodigy and a war hero. It made sense, but it was ambitious. Shikaku wasn't aware she knew Kakashi…

"She's your counselor. If she suggests it then she thinks it would be good for you to be a teacher," Minato was pointing out.

Ah, that would explain it. Kakashi truly needed a therapist, but Shikaku had heard that the teen had already gone through the ANBU specialists and found them wanting. He hadn't known Yoko was next on the list.

"She only thinks that because he's her cousin."

"Now, that's unfair and you know it. Did she ever fail you?"

Kakashi shrugged and rubbed his nose. "Maa. It has only been two months, give her time."

"You only ever needed one or two appointments to get rid of a therapist before," Minato pointed out.

"She's not as bad as most of them," he admitted reluctantly. "But I'm still not taking care of a kid. She can ask someone else."

"She can't," Shikaku spoke up for the first time. "There aren't many better options than Danzou out there."

"Anyone's better than Danzou," Kakashi retorted, but he sighed and tilted his head in agreement.

Although Root had been officially disbanded, none of them were naive enough to think that Danzou was behaving. There were rumors, such as those Yoko had compiled and shown to Shikaku in the hope it would be enough to get rid of the old geezer. Unfortunately, Danzou had too many supporters for nothing else than solid evidence to be effective against him. He was still officially a jounin sensei and could take an apprentice.

"Fine. I'll just check out the kid, okay?" Kakashi disappeared without waiting for an answer.

"That went well," Minato approved proudly before looking down at the reports they were working on. "So, you were saying?"

When Shikaku came home that evening, he found Shikamaru lying in the sun on the front lawn. "Why aren't you inside?" Shikaku asked.

"Mom and Yoko-san are talking clothes," Shikamaru explained, grumbling. "They're loud."

"Ah." Indeed, while he was removing his shoes in the entrance, Shikaku could hear them talk in the living-room.

"I thought you wanted to go for a 'responsible clan wife' look," Yoko was commenting. "Where does this come from?"

"I wanted to try sexy," Yoshino replied.

"... Is this about Hitomi?"

"I can pull off sexy, alright!"

"Of course you can. You're packing a lot of sexy right now. But a bit too much for an official meeting with the Hyuuga, don't you think? I mean, it's the Hyuuga."

Yoshino sighed. "Right."

"Don't listen to that woman. I mean, if she thinks Shikaku would take a mistress, she's clearly not of sound judgment... and she never saw you in that dress."

Shikaku walked inside the room, curious about the sexy dress. It was a red long backless one he didn't remember ever seeing Yoshino in. She looked gorgeous. He grunted, catching the women's attention.

"Don't wear that at the Hyuuga reception."

Yoshino sighed and put a hand on her hip (which made it all the more enticing). "I know. It's too much."

"For me, yeah. How would I be able to focus?" he asked, walking to her and kissing her cheek while caressing her back.

Yoko, lazily draped over the couch, giggled at Shikaku's admission and Yoshino's pleased smile. When they started to kiss, she discreetly left for the hallway and found Shikamaru coming in.

"Are you done?" he asked warily.

Yoko chuckled. "Yes, but your parents aren't. Want to play a game on the patio?"

"Yeah."

Five minutes later, Shikaku found them playing hanafuda. It was Yoko's favorite game and, because she was very good at it, Shikamaru had made it his mission to beat her at it.

Shikaku leaned down to rest a hand on Yoko's shoulder. "Well done putting Minato on Kakashi's case."

She lit up. "Did it work?"

"Minato thinks it's a great idea, which means it's as good as done."

She beamed. "Oh, that's wonderful! Thanks, Shikaku."

He squeezed her shoulder and left for his bedroom to remove his jacket. He met his wife there and was pulled into her embrace for another kiss.

"Do you remember what we talked about? about Yoko?" she asked, biting her bottom lip.

"Yeah?"

"I think we should do it. You heard her. She thinks I'm sexy, she said you're hot. We think she's cute…" Yoshino gestured animatedly, showing off her excitement. "And she's not the kind of person who would take offense, right? If she says no, then we can keep going like before…"

"Alright," he agreed easily, knowing that his wife in this state couldn't suffer a refusal. "Let's do it tonight, after Shikamaru's in bed." It would be better for them both if they did it as soon as possible instead of anticipating it.

oOo

Yoko felt like something was off. Dinner had been nice but a bit quiet and tense; and when it had been time for Shikamaru to go to sleep, Yoshino had been snippy with him.

Sitting on the couch with Shikaku, watching a documentary on the land of Hot Water, Yoko considered her options. She should probably take her leave and let the two of them alone to deal with whatever was wrong… but she didn't feel like the issue was between them, rather… with her? All the more reason to leave then, she might have outstayed her welcome.

She uncurled and put her bare feet down. "It's getting late, I should g—"

Before she could stand up, a large hand rested on her forearm.

"Stay," Shikaku said calmly.

It wasn't an order, but Yoko leaned back obediently. The warm contact lingered. The tips of his fingers brushed the bare skin of her wrist. She was awkwardly aware of it, of how big and strong Shikaku's hand was compared to hers. He hadn't moved, but he seemed so much closer. She felt self-conscious of herself, her clammy hands, her wrinkled blouse, even the way she swallowed.

When Yoshino came back, she took the scene in quietly. Shikaku turned off the TV.

"We want to ask you something," Yoshino stated. She came to stand by the couch and then kneeled in front of a confused Yoko, catching her free hand. "You're a very dear friend. You've been a really great help the past year, and we had so much fun together. We want to keep that no matter what."

Not sure where this was going, Yoko replied slowly: "Me too."

"But we were feeling like…" Yoshino paused and huffed. "For the record, you're the one who taught us we should communicate more openly like this."

"Yes, yes, it's good," Yoko approved, even if she had no idea what she approved of. Communication was always good!

"Do you want to sleep with us?" Shikaku asked, stone-faced. Both women turned toward him, one with an exasperated look, the other with a flabbergasted one. "Just blurt it out if you have to. She taught us that one too," he defended himself with a shrug.

Yoko mouthed a gaping: "What?"

She checked Yoshino's face for denial, but despite her exasperation, her friend nodded in confirmation.

"Like he said."

Yoko freed her hands and raised them in a gesture requesting a pause. "Are you— Do you mean like… a one-time thing or…?"

Shikaku shrugged. "At first. More if we all agree on it."

"But if you don't want to, we can just ignore it—" Yoshino tried to say.

Yoko interrupted her with a finger across her lips. "I'm many things," she started solemnly, "but I'm not an idiot. Yes. Like, hello, did you see yourselves? Yes, of course, I want to!"

Shikaku chuckled, straightening from the slouch he reverted to when he tried to hide his emotions. Yoshino followed his example a moment later, giggling at the dazed expression of her friend. Their amusement brought Yoko out of her stupor, and she started to laugh too.

This sounded like a dream, but, again, not an idiot: Yoko wasn't going to point it out!

oOo

To minimize the awkwardness, they had decided to go on a date the next time Shikamaru slept over at Chouji's house.

Yoshino had put on the new sexy dress. Shikaku had made the effort to put on something other than his uniform or favorite mission attire, which is to say that he was wearing a brown jacket over black pants and a tank top. Yoko was wearing a black vest over a dark red dress.

"I need a drink," Yoko admitted as they stepped inside the izakaya they had agreed on.

"Just one," Yoshino and Shikaku reminded her at the exact same time.

Yoko glared at them. "Easy, power couple, don't gang up on me."

"Not that early in the night, no," Shikaku agreed, teasing her with a straight face.

"With ice. A drink with a lot of ice," Yoko concluded with a groan.

Yoshino chuckled as they sat down. "This is fun. We never did this when we were dating."

"Really?"

"It was the premises of war," Shikaku explained.

"Ah. Well… Let's make up for that then!"

They shared plates of food, and Yoko agreed to go for a light drink instead of saké.

The izakaya was a small restaurant, visited by a more familial crowd than shinobi getting out of their shift. There wasn't much space, and they had to sit close together, but it fitted their purpose for the night. Shikaku had an arm on the back of Yoshino's chair, and Yoko's legs were entangled with one of each of her soon-to-be-lovers. It was intimate, cozy and really warm.

Yoko removed her jacket halfway through.

Opposite her, Yoshino choked on her mouthful of saké.

Yoko hurriedly offered her a napkin since Shikaku seemed slow to react.

"Are you alright?" she asked, worried.

"Y-yeah, fine," Yoko squeaked before gesturing at Yoko's dress. "I think that's the most skin I have seen you show off, and I dragged you out for shopping."

"Oh." Yoko blushed, realizing belatedly that Shikaku was actually staring at her cleavage. Her dress was off-shoulder and fitted. It was very flattering for her curves (she had bought it just for tonight and would probably never wear it ever again). "Well, I have never been very comfortable showing off the… Akimichi inheritance," she admitted, embarrassed. The Yamanaka were known for their slender silhouettes, and she didn't fit that mold. It had been the subject of many mean comments throughout the years. It's why she always prefered kimono and yukata: they tended to slim down everything (with girdle and padding if necessary).

"A shame," Shikaku commented before raising a finger for more food.

Yoko hid her pleased but self-conscious smile behind her glass. Yoshino didn't miss it and winked at her with a mischievous smirk. She elbowed her husband and leaned close to whisper not-so-quietly: "Aren't you warm, too?"

Shikaku blinked before understanding and snorting. He removed his jacket, showing off his bare and sculpted biceps. "Happy?"

"Very," Yoshino replied after a glance at Yoko's red cheeks.

"Alright, stop it, would you?" Yoko grumbled good-naturedly, kicking Yoshino under the table.

She snickered but let it go.

They went back to the Nara house an hour later. Yoshino and Yoko were walking arm in arm while Shikaku was a few steps behind them (Yoshino would say that it was because he was a slow and lazy bum, but Yoko suspected that it was a habit of keeping an eye on his surroundings and subalterns).

As they went through a street with fewer lights, Yoko glanced over her shoulder to check that he was still there. Their eyes met. His calm but attentive look gave her more goosebumps than a leer would have.

"He's a cat," Yoshino whispered in her ear.

"What?"

"The aloof kind, that watches you and then pounces."

"Oh!" It's Yoshino's smirk more than anything that made Yoko started to giggle at the comparison. Yoshino joined in, and they slowed to calm their hilarity.

There was a loud sigh. "What now?"

The women turned around. They hadn't heard him stop right behind them.

"Told you, a cat," Yoshino said.

Yoko hid her renewed giggles behind a hand.

Shikaku watched them fondly and then shook his head. "Come on. Hurry up before you get cold. I'm not lending you my jacket."

Yoshino complained perfunctorily about his lack of gallantry. He came between them and, with one woman on each arm, he got them moving.

At the house, removing their shoes went without a mess: neither of them was drunk (they had all agreed on that) and a good balance was a given for shinobi. Going up the stairs was accomplished with more giggles when Yoshino let Yoko go first just to touch her butt.

Shikaku leaned on the wall with his hands in his pockets and watched them tease each other with a fond smile. He checked one last time that the house was in order before following them, taking his time.

When he stepped inside the bedroom, he found them cuddling on the bed. Yoko's blond curls were out of the bun she had put them in and spread on a pillow. Yoshino, who had let her own hair down for the evening, was playing with Yoko's curls dreamily.

"And here he is," Yoshino said at his entrance. "Late, like always."

"A jounin commander isn't late, Yoshino," Yoko commented, curling up into her embrace. "People are just early."

"Unless we're talking about the Hokage... yeah, pretty much," Shikaku agreed, smirking and leaning against the doorframe.

"What about your wife?" Yoshino asked, squinting at him in warning.

He straightened. "I'm here, dear… just enjoying the view."

He undid his ponytail and closed the door behind him.

I hope you enjoyed! Sorry, but I don't plan on developing this story more (as I said, I'm not in the mood for anything too complex, and I think I covered everything I wanted about the OT3).