night lights—naru/hina
Even months after, Konoha is still in reconstruction from the war; Naruto's status as a genin makes him prone to missions as mundane as constructing buildings and houses with the carpenters. He, ever the whiner when it comes to unexciting, action-less missions, had confronted the Fifth Hokage about it. Of course, she sent him back to building another damaged house.
A part of the Hyuuga clan compound.
It's a good and a bad thing altogether, because the clan is still mourning for the loss of a prodigy, but there's her, who always visits him when he's working, going so far as to making him lunch every day. He never tried once to refuse it. And then, another bad thing, he gets too easily distracted.
It's not directly because of her, rather, it's his wandering thoughts. He thinks a lot, how her cooking tastes really good, how kind and accommodating she is, how sweet and gentle her gestures are. He likes them, and he makes sure to say it out loud.
He thinks a lot of why hadn't he found her earlier. He comes to a bitter answer that it's his own fault for being blind, because, really, now that he has his eyes on her, she's kind of really hard not to notice.
The Hyuugas, unlike the Uchihas, value blood purity above several things, though not up to an extreme extent—but it results in one thing: disturbing similarity. Amidst all the white-eyed, straight-haired Hyuugas, he can always pinpoint her from the others even from a distance.
He loves her hair, which takes a shade of blue, unlike most clan members (including the late Neji, he remembers) and it shines under the sun. Her hair looks so beautiful, so her in all its and hers gentleness and softness glory, and he loves it. She says she got it from her mother.
And then her posse and way of walking is somehow different. He likes it, the way she held herself so elegantly and gently but also looking humble at the same time—a trait most of her clansmen don't have. It's also hard not to fully focus on her when she's talking, because her voice is small and quiet and soft, but it's melodious, and addicting. He wishes Hinata would talk more.
He also thinks she's very beautiful, with her pale, soft skin and pink lips, and so the moment he slips from his self-restraint and kisses them, he knows exactly why he does it. She blushes, and hides behind her bangs, while he simply beams and ignores the blatant stare her father and sister are giving him from a distance.
Naruto likes to think of himself as the sun—narcissism aside, he has always wanted to be a center of attention. It's a little vain, he knows it, but he had seek attention and acknowledgement for so long it became a small part of his personality.
Sappy as it was, he can't help but think of Hinata as the moon. She's a balance to his loud and bright lights, but she reflects them instead of drowning them out, by always standing beside him. She had been a constant he never knew he had, still is, and he's going to make sure that she always will be. He still curses himself for being late, but he thanks the heavens for not making him too late.
Hinata is an answer to his questions and cries of loneliness, a soft embrace and security that will let him shine and keep him grounded. Hinata may not one to radiate a bright light and outshine others, but Hinata glows.
When he realizes it, he's not even surprised anymore.
Because to him, Hinata is love.
author's note: wow talk about sap. anyways enjoy! and thank you for the reviews and favorites, much appreciated. x