Lavender
9. Still
The Hyuuga lay her head down on her pillow, a quiet half-dizzy smile dusting her lips and exhaustion plaguing her mind. Beside her, she could hear Ino snoring lightly, one of her arms stretched out over Sakura's stomach. The make-up on their faces was smudged, as Hinata knew that light coat they had put over her face was, but somehow they looked lovely that way.
It was something she didn't experience often, that quiescent early morning that she loved. The kind that only exists just an hour or two before the sun peeks over the horizon.