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Kiba is certain she's an angel.
The way her skin nearly glows in the twilight. To guide him, keep him safe. If he squint his eyes, he can see her wings. They are glorious, just as she is. But you have to look for it. It is a beauty that is beyond a glimpse understanding. One has to dwell in it, dwell in her before they unfold, and her along with them. And then she stands like a dandelion in the endless fields of grass. Shining in a way that makes the sun envious.
And when it rains, he can see the droplets cry as they leave her face and drops down the column of her neck. The way her lashes sticks to her skin and her mouth barely opens to catch the few droplets that kiss her lips. She looks so beautiful then, she has to be an angel.
She also tastes like an angel. He can't explain it, but it feels like feathers are stroking his lips and she tastes like butterflies and the sun on a day of rain.
And whenever he touches her, Kiba feels a warmth inside him he has never felt before. It feels as if he dies and is reborn time and time again. As if salvation has found him and surrounds him with a light as pure as her soul.
Hinata is an angel. His angel.