This just kind of popped into my head. I love writing HayaYuu, particularly since any HayaYuu fanworks are so scarce. This was written in the same vein as Positivity, with that same take on their relationship.
Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me; I just borrow it sometimes. The setting and characters belong to Kishimoto Masashi.
Touch
Yuugao thinks that there is nothing so wonderful as the sense of touch.
As ANBU, she has learned to see beyond her eyes, hear beyond her ears - even smell and taste have had to be sharpened, for detecting poison and rain and even people. But her hands are covered with the clawlike gloves, and her lips with the animal mask, and touch is never something she has ever had to deal much with.
Until Hayate really touches her for the first time, Yuugao has never had any idea what she has missed.
He is hesitant, and quiet, and even subtle in his own way - and Yuugao is shocked at her own startledness when he reaches up to brush a lock of hair away from her face. They have touched before, they have kissed before - but those have all been so hurried, always just before a mission, and Yuugao just as soon pulled down her mask or donned her gloves. She never dwelled on it - never really savored it.
But now, there is something so intimate, startlingly so, when Hayate's fingers, calloused from years of training bare-handed with his katana, caress her face, and Yuugao can't help but let the wonderment show on her face, even if contained to her eyes. Hayate can't help but notice, and he asks if something is wrong. She only shakes her head, covering her hand with his and pressing it closer to her cheek. Hayate smiles then, that small, shy smile only barely touches his lips, and it is quiet and subtle and all in his eyes, just like everything about him, and it is that smile that Yuugao loves. And then he leans in to kiss her, just a light brush of his lips against hers - but it's a slow kiss, their first real kiss, and Yuugao has never felt anything so sharply, so fully, as she does this.
And as Hayate slowly slides a hand around her waist, drawing her closer, Yuugao sinks into the warmth, into him. She doesn't think he will ever fully realize just what he has done for her with so simple a gesture. And she thinks that if she should ever go deaf or blind or dumb, it will never matter as long as Hayate touches her like this.