Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 501 A Normal Marital Relationship

Because of excessive worry, they simply laid their cards on the table.

Once the thought took shape in Zuo Yue's mind, it could never be extinguished. Those pieces of evidence—evidence she once thought could be hidden forever, evidence that would never be discovered—now felt like countless fine needles pricking her heart, making her restless.

The camera issue has been discovered, but that's far from the whole story.

Those old clothes of Naruto that she secretly collected are still neatly folded and stored in a place known only to her.

The lingering scent of Naruto on those clothes had accompanied her through countless sleepless nights.

And those photos.

Those photos she secretly took.

From when they were little, from the moment she first realized she couldn't take her eyes off that blond boy, she had been taking pictures. Pictures of Naruto training, Naruto eating ramen, Naruto smiling as he talked to Iruka-sensei, Naruto's unguarded look while taking a nap.

Those photos document Naruto at every age, showing how he grew from a ninja student into the man who can hold up the whole sky.

That was Zuo Yue's most precious treasure, a treasure more precious than any other eye technique or power.

But now, those treasures could become evidence of her crimes that would cause her to lose everything.

"If I have to forgive my wife for liking me too much, then I'm really not a good husband."

The words Naruto had just said kept flashing through Zuo Yue's mind.

Naruto... will not divorce me.

This idea dispelled the heavy gloom in her heart.

Yes, Naruto just said that. He's not the kind of person who would turn away because of his wife's past. He's never been that kind of person.

All those things she did—secretly collecting old clothes, secretly taking photos—ultimately, it was all because she loved him.

Because I love him so much, I can't bear to be apart from him, I want to hold onto everything I can, everything about him.

Love has turned into this.

Naruto... he will definitely forgive me.

This idea gave Satsuki courage.

After revealing the problem with the camera, Naruto's expression froze. His gaze fell on the disassembled kitten plush toy.

He would hold his cat plush toy, which had been with him for many years, as he fell asleep, confided in it, and used it as a source of comfort.

Now he knows that it wasn't just a doll; it was a surveillance camera.

In those years, when he thought he was alone, there was always a pair of eyes watching him. Watching him sleep, watching him space out, watching him talk to his dolls.

Those are Satsuki's eyes.

The term "yandere behavior" has actually happened to me.

Those chilling plots he had only heard about in stories were now unfolding before his very eyes.

And that "yandere" was his beloved wife.

"It's...it's okay, I..." Naruto said.

His voice was a little stammering, but the meaning behind his words was clear—it's okay, I forgive you. Zuo Yue's eyes lit up instantly.

But she didn't stop.

"No! Actually..." she suddenly interrupted Naruto before he could finish speaking; the words were already on the tip of her tongue and could no longer be suppressed.

"Back then, even this level of quality wasn't enough to satisfy me."

"I..." Satsuki took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly, "I've been secretly taking pictures of Naruto."

"We started filming a very, very long time ago."

"What Naruto looks like during training."

"Naruto eating."

"The way Naruto smiles when he talks to others."

"What Naruto looks like when he's asleep."

"And..." Her voice grew softer, yet hotter, "the lonely expression on Naruto's face when he thought no one was watching."

"I've kept those photos carefully."

"Every single one of them."

"And those old clothes," Satsuki continued, her tone almost fanatical in her obsession. "I secretly kept all of Naruto's old clothes that I said I'd help throw away."

"I didn't throw any of them away. I told Naruto I would get rid of them for you, but I actually took them all home."

"because……"

She raised her head, her dark eyes staring straight at Naruto, a fierce, undisguised light burning deep within them.

"Because those clothes have Naruto's scent on them."

"I want to feel Naruto's presence at home."

"I want to feel like Naruto is right beside me even when I can't see him."

"I want to fall asleep surrounded by Naruto's aura."

"When I tried to wake up, the first thing I felt was Naruto's presence."

"Those photos, those clothes, that doll... they are all my treasures, the only things I can hold onto when I can't see Naruto."

Her eyes reddened slightly. "I know this is wrong. I know this is strange. I know I'll be seen as a pervert."

"But—I can't help it."

"When Naruto isn't around, I feel like something's missing."

"Your breathing will become disordered."

My heartbeat will become erratic.

Everything is a mess.

"Only by looking at those photos and smelling those scents can I calm myself down."

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes casting dappled shadows on her eyelids. "I'm sorry. I... am just a hopeless person."

"...Satsuki, I'm sorry."

Naruto spoke, but what he said stunned Satsuki.

sorry?

She stared at him blankly, not understanding why Naruto was the one apologizing when she was the one who had done wrong—those sneaky actions, those morbid obsessions, those voyeuristic observations and collections hidden in the shadows.

Naruto scratched his head, an embarrassed look on his face. "You did all that..." He carefully chose his words, "because you lack a sense of security, right?"

Satsuki's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"If only I had realized you were scared sooner," Naruto continued, his voice tinged with self-reproach, "I would have hugged you more, spent more time with you, and shown you sooner that you didn't need to confirm anything in that way—"

"You won't have to do those things anymore."

"You...don't you think I'm scary?" Zuo Yue's voice trembled and was a little dry.

Naruto's words exceeded her expectations of the best-case scenario.

Self-blame and heartache. He interpreted her "evidence" as "because of a lack of security," a realization that made Zuo Yue's legs feel weak, as if the strength to support her body had been drained away.

Naruto smiled. "Is it scary?" he asked softly, "Because you like me, you've done so much."

"I think it's cute."

"Being possessive or anything like that doesn't matter." Every word in Naruto's voice seemed to strike Satsuki's heart directly. "You're my wife, that's the most important thing."

"I married you as a person, the whole you, including the parts you think are 'bad'."

"So—" Naruto raised his hand and gently placed it on the top of her head. "You don't have to sneak around anymore."

"I am yours."

"From the inside out."

"from head to foot."

"They're all yours."

His hand slid down from the top of her head, gently cupping her face, so that her dark eyes, glistening with moisture, met his.

"Legal, and forever."

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(How did I end up writing this kind of plot after I came to my senses... It should be pretty normal, right?)