A/N

Mao's trickster, mischievous personality is the reason for this. Read and, possibly, review?

xoxos

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Nonosaka Mao really loves taking pictures. Hinata, animals, people, Hinata, scenery, Hinata - if it's cute, she'll capture it with the wondrous camera on her cell phone.

Looking through her previously saved photos, Mao grins, a lecherous look crossing her face. Hinata, who was sitting beside her best friend in Mao's bedroom, gives the other a suspicious glance.

"What are you grinning about?" Hinata asks.

Mao looks up at Hinata, eyes twinkling, "Want to see?"

Hinata's lips purse, unsure. After all, ignorance is bliss, and Mao has tended to take pictures that Hinata rather not have seen.

"I'm going to make this my wall paper!" Mao sings, giggling as she presses buttons on her cell.

Hinata gasps, "Is it of me? It better not be, Mao!"

Mao looks up, innocence flowing from her expression, "Well, of course it is."

Hinata's face flames a deep red. She should have expected as much. She still hoped in vain, regardless, but this should have been the expected outcome. "Fine, let me see it at least!" she responds hesitantly.

Mao lifts her phone up, eye level to Hinata's flushed face. Hinata's eyes widen, shock and embarrassment causing her mouth to seemingly dry up, "Wh-When did you take this..?"

"Just last week, when we went to the beach."

Hinata stares at the picture her dear perverse friend captured: a picture of Hinata, clad in her brown and pink bathing suit, hair wet and sticking to her face in a messy fashion. This was indeed from the week before, when their close-knit group of friends went to the beach. Hinata's arms were up in the picture, shielding her eyes from the sun.

"Your breasts are perfect!" Mao compliments, "That bathing suit was fantastic!"

Hinata's face blanches, quickly turning into a glare directed towards Mao, "I'm deleting it."

"What? No!" Mao cries.

"Yeah, it's getting deleted." Hinata deadpans.

Mao dives at Hinata, attempting to retrieve her treasure, "Please, Hinata, you mustn't!"

Hinata makes the mistake of looking into those deceptively innocent eyes, her heart sinking. Oh, it's not like Mao would show anyone else..

"I won't show anyone! I promise!" Mao confirms her thoughts.

Hinata sighs with a smile, unable to refute her. She tosses the phone to Mao, "Fine, but change it from your background."

Mao grins, ecstatic, "Thank you!" Mao browses through her gallery enthusiastically, "Oh! This one!"

"Which one?" Hinata inquires.

"This!" Mao hands her phone to Hinata. A picture of them both, grinning and enjoying their selves at the park. Laughter evident in their eyes, their happiness overwhelming in that simple photo. Hinata's gaze softens.

"It's perfect." Hinata whispers.

Mao gives a puzzled look, tilting the phone into her own view, "Oh! No, that's the wrong one. This - !" Mao shoves the cell towards Hinata's now completely flush face. It was a picture of her in only a towel, exiting the bath.

"M-Mao.. delete.." Hinata stammers unintelligibly, choked with embarrassment. Mao giggles, shaking her head. Hinata jumps at her, in a desperate attempt to retrieve the perverse phone. They wrestle and tumble for a bit over it, Mao being the successor. She's always been surprisingly strong for someone so soft in appearance. "Damn!" Hinata breathes, worn out. She hears a click, looking up at a cheerful Mao.

"Hinata, you're so cute!" she coos, "Now my wall paper's me pinning you down!"

Hinata groans, a defeated laugh following. "That's better, I guess."

"Your breasts are all squished together!"

Hinata's face redeems it's blush, "Damn it, Mao!" Despite her unhappy tone, they fill the room with pleasant laughter.