I Am Fugaku Uchiha

"Hmm? Why do I feel so dizzy?" Haru mumbled, his hand instinctively reaching to soothe his throbbing head as he shifted in bed, seeking a more comfortable position.

As he turned, his gaze collided with a mesmerizing sight—a face of  beauty, enough to rouse him from his drowsiness.

The girl, appearing to be around twenty-one, possessed delicate features accentuated by the cascade of smooth, ebony hair. Though concealed beneath a blanket, the contours of her figure hinted at an actress-like figure.

"Shit, where did they find such a stunning girl? And this hotel doesn't look good, huh?" Haru murmured, his gaze darting around the room.

"But... who cares? I drank a lot last night. She's so beautiful, I might spend some more time with her before morning."

With thought, Haru extended his hand without hesitation, inching it towards the form beneath the blanket.

As his fingers grazed her body, he, a 26-year-old with some life experience, couldn't help but marvel at the girl's curves and the softness of her skin. But why was she wearing pajamas? Shouldn't the hotel only provide towels?

A thought struck him—perhaps this was a new hotel service?

Before he could ponder further, he noticed a flutter of eyelashes from the beautiful woman before him. She slowly opened her eyes, met Haru's gaze, and offered a gentle smile. Then, she shifted closer, seeking refuge in his embrace.

"Holy shit, what's the situation?" Confusion washed over Haru. Had this woman fallen for him after their escapades last night?

Caught in the moment, Haru found himself in a perplexing situation. Cuddling such a stunning girl, smelling her scent, stirred something inside him, despite the confusion.

Suddenly, a sharp cry broke the silence. "Husband... It hurts!"

Haru's mind raced. "Why did she call me husband? And why was she felt pain?"

Haru froze, perplexed by the sudden address in Japanese. But in the heat of the moment, he could only reassure her, "It'll get better soon."