The Life and Times of Uta Oto (and her friends, family, and enemies)
an excerpt

After a few minutes, Jouji ran into the room, then stopped when he saw who was on the bed. “Oh. It’s just you,” he said as he looked at Uta flatly. “I thought it was an emergency.”
“It is an emergency!” she snapped, pulling her hand away from her side. “I’ve been stabbed and I demand that you treat me right now!”
Jouji gave a resigned sigh. “I’ll treat you, but only because it’s my job. If I had any choice in the matter, I’d throw you out on your ass right now.”
Uta nodded curtly and quickly pulled her leotard down until it was rolled around her hips. She turned to the side and lifted her arm so that Jouji could see the wound.
Jouji snorted as he moved closer to her. “All that embarrassment before when I asked you about your sex life and now you just strip down like it was nothing? Wherever did your morals go?”
Uta turned her head to glare down at him. “I just don’t want my clothes to be ruined any further by this event,” she replied haughtily. “Besides, breasts are strictly functional organs, only there for the purpose of feeding children. They’re not truly sexual organs.”
“The sex must have been really boring if you still don’t think breasts are sexual organs,” he said as he injected an anesthetic into her side.
Uta blushed and looked away from him again. “The sex was perfect. There is no way it could ever be better. Now, I will thank you to not inquire after details of my sex life again.”
Jouji carefully stitched the wound up. “I figured Kakashi would have been into all sorts of kinky things considering those books he’s always reading.”
Uta turned to glare down at him again. “Don’t you dare talk about Kakashi like that! He was a perfect gentleman!”
Jouji tied off the last thread. “Was he now? So the sex was boring, then.”
“I never said that!” she snapped, then blinked. “I told you to stop talking about my sex life, too!”
Jouji took out a bandage and wrapped it around her waist snugly. “Of course, your majesty,” he replied as he tied it off. “I’m done. You can go now and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
Uta pulled her leotard back into place and hopped off the bed with a wince. “Doors do not hit such people as me,” she told him as she walked off with her nose in the air.
“Of course not,” he muttered after she had left. “They probably don’t want to be anywhere near that big an ego. It might split their frames.”