Another request!

ROAD TO NINJA: Namikaze Hoshiko and Hyuga Neji (RTN!Hikari and RTN!Neji) (RTN!Skyshipping)

He likes the female body.

He can't help it; it's just so wonderful with all its sizes and figures and variation! His cousin says he "ogles" at all her friends, and he admits: he only sees their bodies and not their faces. He identifies girls by their bodies.

Except one.

Namikaze Hoshiko, daughter of Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina, legends in their own rights, and twin sister of Namikaze Menma, the boy dating Neji's cousin.

Whenever his eyes strayed past her collarbone, he always mentally Juuken'ed himself in the face.

No. Bad.

He didn't exactly know why. Maybe it was because she was shy (that couldn't be it, Ino wasn't shy and he checked her out all the time), or because her parents were the Yellow Flash and the Bloody Habanero, or because her brother could, and would, kill him if he ever looked at her wrong.

Or maybe it's because ever since they were younger, she would smile freely, eyes lighting and cheeks dusting with a slight pink. And she would smile at him (she still does), with no judgment or mistrust, like every other girl. She was innocent and got easily flustered; she was cute and timid and kind, unlike his cousin.

So when he came across her in the Hyuga compound, long red hair secured in a loose sidebraid and wearing a large sweater that completely swallowed her entire form (which was good; he wouldn't be able to see anything even if he wanted to), he asked her why she happened to be there, to which she answered,

"Ah, I just told Hinata-san that Menma will be late for their," blushing before the next word, she said, "date.

When she blushed, she looked down in obvious embarrassment, and brought up a hand to twirl the end of her braid.

Neji brought up a hand to cover his face. He was blushing too; he knew it. Remembering the look she had on her face, his knees gave and he crouched on his heels.

Too cute. Her expression is too cute.

"Neji-san?"

Glancing through his fingers, he saw her worried face hovering over him. Her eyebrows were scrunched together, and mouth slightly parted.

Covering his face again, he said, "Please don't make faces like that." At her dumbfounded Huh? he elaborated. "When you make faces like that, I don't know what to do."

Her eyes grew wide at this declaration, and he couldn't restrain himself anymore.

"I'm sorry about what happens next."

Quick as lightning, he got up and pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face into the top of her head.

Her hair smelled like peaches.

She squeaked, but he cut her off before she got a chance to say anything.

"Is this okay?"

She was silent for some time before relaxing and resting her cheek over his heart.

"Yes."