A/N: Organizing and taking part of the NejiHina Week 2015 was amazing. Thank you everyone for having me!

Day 7 – Birthday

He was sitting over the table, his meal symmetrically disposed and ready to be eaten when his mobile started vibrating. He sighed, it was dinnertime for heaven's sake! And he was ready to turn the damn thing off when he saw her name on the screen.

"Nii-san?" her soft voice said, his stupid heart didn't fail to skip a beat, as usual.

"Hinata-sama."

"Are you busy?"

"No" but he did send a longing gaze at his dinner.

And then she started chit-chatting about the weather, about how expensive was living in Tokyo, and other subjects that he didn't really care about, but hearing her voice was so nice and he was happy she wanted to talk with him form all people. Because he knew she would take forever until she finally started talking about what had her take the phone to call him, Neji decided to eat. It wasn't like he had answer her with actual words after all, humming and agreeing with little grunts usually made their conversation go nicely.

Although their family was rich, her father did not agree with her choice of studying Art, and she left home and lived now by her own means. That made him immensely proud of her but sometimes, more often than he would admit, he made sure she wasn't living out of ramen. She was in the middle of the narrative of her day working in a coffee shop, when he got out of the torpor her sweet voice caused in his mind noticing a change on her tone.

"And then she started yelling at me, oh nii-san, I was so embarrassed. But I swear to you, she did not tell me to not add sugar. It was ok, not nice, but ok on a normal day, I mean, everybody have bad days, but I expected at least a little bit of peace on my birthday…"

Her birthday! He was an idiot!

"Hinata-sama," he said, his mouth still full of fish "hold on."

She heard him hanging up. Shocked and feeling ten times worse than before she started talking to him. But really, what was she thinking? Why would he care about her pathetic life? The screen of her mobile marked forty minutes of conversation, she felt ashamed, did she really talk that much?

Trying not cry, Hinata decided to take a long relaxing bath, but her mind still was self-loathing thoughts.

She fell asleep but was awakened by the doorbell. She didn't want to see anybody. Feeling a little guilty, she pretended to not be at home, but whoever decided to appear at her home in that snowy horrible night, wasn't giving up.

Still wet, wearing just her bathrobe and more than a little pissed she went for the door.

He was holding a tiny container with what looked like pie.

"They didn't have cake. Happy birthday, Hinata-sama."