She didn’t think she would like it, the sweat.
It had never seemed that enticing when it clung stubbornly to the panels of Shikamaru’s jounin vest, or Chouji’s shirt, stinking up the cramped tent and making Ino long for a stream to push her sweaty boys into until they came up smelling like something more suitable for her delicate nostrils.
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