disclaimer: not mine.
dedication: to chasing birds in open fields.
note: awkward moments suck.

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HE refuses to believe that his eyes are beautiful.

Hinata begs to differ.

His eyes are blue-teal like summer skies, like water, like hothothot flames. They are always fierce and clear and bright and determined.

Hinata loves those eyes, and every glance in her direction reminds her of the first time she saw them—

Colorful balloons, viridian trees, and that confident blonde boy fill her mind and make her smile.

His ocean eyes are unforgettable.