She stared at him. Blinked a couple of times- okay, a lot of times.
He stared back, unblinkingly.
Her throat burned, an odd sensation, she mused sagely. Or was that just the bile rising up her esophagus? The rain pattered endlessly around them, soaking through her thin clothes and drenching him. She shivered. He was still as a statue.
"Say something. Please."
He said nothing.
Another couple of moments passed by, the deluge hammering harder.
Then finally he moved, sleek like a cat. His stride absent of any tremor that seemed to affect her knees. His mop of hair clung to his skin, unruly silver spikes sticking and clinging and making her want to reach up and pin them into place.
He still didn't speak.
Unwanted tears prickled at the corner of her eyes. Say something to me. She mentally begged. Because she hadn't the guts to plead out loud. I'm such a coward.
His large hands shot out, unexpectedly, landing on her toned belly. They stayed there, hesitant, before he splayed the whole of his palms across her covered skin, releasing an exhale full of fear.
"Wow..." he said at last.
"I'm a dead man."
Sadly, Hinata couldn't agree more