Looking at Minato's nervous appearance, Aoba suddenly wanted to laugh.
He didn't expect this person to think so much and actually thought that he was interested in Kushina.
"Minato, don't think too much..."
Aoba waved his hand, indicating that Minato should not be nervous. There was a faint smile in his eyes.
"How can I not think too much."
Minato's expression became extremely strange. He stared at Aoba with a complicated expression. There were many questions in his heart that he did not know how to ask.
What did he mean?
What delivery?
And when they met in the past.
He still remembered Aoba saying that his girlfriend was not bad...
What was this?
Minato looked at Aoba with vigilance in his eyes. In his heart, Kushina held a lot of weight.
He absolutely could not let Aoba jump in here and do anything excessive!
"I don't mean anything..."
Seeing that Minato became serious, Aoba hurriedly explained earnestly.
He had no friends in this world.
Only Minato could make his heart, which had become cold and indifferent, feel a little warm.
This made him not only not want to cut off the bond between him and Minato but also want to cherish it.
"I just want to help you."
Aoba explained.
He had already realized his problem.
There were some words better to say it in his heart.
Don't say it so easily.
After all.
Minato had no idea what would happen in the future, and he couldn't say what would happen in the future.
Don't say it.
It was useless to use his mouth.
Just do it directly!
Aoba immediately made a decision in his heart. When Kushina gave birth, he would sneak into the delivery room.
"The way you helped me was strange enough."
The corner of Minato's mouth twitched violently. Not to mention that he was still in a rather ambiguous stage with Kushina and had not fully confirmed their relationship, but he had already regarded Kushina as the love of his life.
He was suddenly taken aback, especially when Aoba said he would guarantee that the mother and son had a safe delivery.
Minato was a little confused.
"Hahahaha, alright, just pretend that I did not say anything. Let's talk about something else."
Aoba knew that there was no way to explain this, so he simply did not explain. He waved his hand with a smile and said, "I have no thoughts about Kushina."
There was no burden in Aoba's heart.
After all, he had no thoughts about Kushina.
He knew this very well.
But.
Minato was not that clear.
When it came to Kushina, he became worried.
"You really don't have any ideas?"
Minato couldn't help but repeat the confirmation. With just a few words, the originally smiling and carefree Minato directly made Aoba unable to deal with him.
"No, no, absolutely not. You can be at ease!"
Aoba smiled slightly, staring at Minato, and jokingly said, "Even if I have feelings for you, I won't have any feelings for Kushina."
"You still have feelings for me?"
Minato's eyelids twitched violently, and he jumped up from his chair like a frightened rabbit. His blue eyes flashed with disbelief, and he took two steps back, maintaining a trace of distance from Aoba.
"..."
When Aoba saw Minato's reaction, he was speechless. Why did it sound like he was going to eat someone?
"It can't be."
"I'm just giving an example."
"Come back and sit."
"Let's continue to eat noodles."
Aoba waved at Minato, then continued to pick up the chopsticks and pick up the noodles in the bowl and begin to stuff them into his mouth.
"You... you... you... you are so hateful!"
Minato pointed at Aoba. He had never dealt with such a situation before. He immediately felt passive, but he still sat back down. After all, there was still half a bowl of Ramen noodles left, and he could not resist the temptation of Ramen.
When Minato ate the half bowl of Ramen noodles, his mood was completely different from the first half.
He was very happy when he ate the first half of the bowl as if he was enjoying the delicacy of the world. He did not notice what Aoba was doing next to him.
Now, the second half of the bowl of noodles...
Minato stared at Aoba as he ate the noodles. His attention was completely focused on Aoba, and he even forgot the taste of the noodles.
Just like this, the two of them were silent and, after eating the noodles in front of them.
"Are you full?"
Aoba turned to look at Minato and asked. The moment he turned his head, he found that Minato was staring at him.
"What are you doing?"
Minato suddenly became vigilant. He had not completely figured out what Aoba's sexual orientation was. Boys must protect themselves outside, especially handsome boys like him.
"It's my treat. If you haven't eaten your fill, then eat another bowl."
Aoba looked at Minato with a smile that was not a smile. He suddenly felt that Minato was quite cute. After casually teasing him a few times, he actually showed this kind of appearance.
"I'm full."
As Minato spoke, his eyes were always staring at Aoba. He knew that this was rude, but he suddenly found that he still did not understand some important things about this old friend, especially about hobbies.
"It's good that you're full. Then I'll go back."
Aoba nodded and stood up. He was about to leave Ramen Ichiraku.
"Wait!"
Minato immediately called out to Aoba. He reached out to grab Aoba's arm, but he immediately retracted his hand when he thought of what Aoba had just said.
Damn it!
My damn charm that has nowhere to go!
It's not good for boys to be too handsome!
Not only do girls like them, but even boys might also be attracted to them.
I have to keep a distance...
Minato swallowed his saliva and took a deep breath. His eyes stared at Aoba's face that had a puzzled expression for some reason.
"You haven't paid the bill yet!"
Minato reminded Aoba. If he didn't say this, Aoba would probably have left.
"You are mistaken."
After hearing Minato's words, Aoba directly waved his hand.
"It's my treat."
"You pay."
"This is how we split the work."
Aoba said seriously, but his serious expression made Minato unable to say anything just looked at Aoba in surprise.
All of a sudden.
He actually didn't know whether Aoba was serious or joking.
"I'll pay?"
The corners of Minato's mouth twitched slightly. He could not believe his ears, and this did not match the concept of treating.
"Yes."
Aoba nodded again. He put his hands into his trouser pockets and immediately emptied out both of his trouser pockets.
Good fellow.
These two trouser pockets.
They were even cleaner than his face.
"When I changed my clothes. I forgot to bring any money."
Aoba spread out his hands and made a helpless gesture. It was not that he deliberately went back on his word. He was not wearing his usual ninja clothes, and there was no money in the pockets of his casual clothes.