Prompt: Unrequited Love
Never Mine
She watched him beneath the dark curtain of her long hair, shuffling her papers absentmindedly, pretending to search for the file she needed in an effort to draw out the amount of time she spent in his office, in his radiant presence.
He was sitting behind his massive desk, fingers loosely interlaced, strong chin resting atop, blue depths alight with that laser focus that tied her tummy in knots and left her panties wet as he listened to his adviser explain a slowly growing shit storm brewing in a small town on the outskirts of Konoha that had been dominating the news for the last few months.
He was zoned in and serious, every inch the illustrious leader of one of the greatest nations in the world.
She sighed dreamily.
She'd give anything to have the heavy weight of his attention turned solely in her direction.
He was so incredibly handsome…
Konoha's Nanadaime Hokage.
His bright golden hair dimmed the very sun itself with its vibrant sheen, his blue eyes were luminous pools of sapphires that were far more vivid than the deepest ocean, and those dark lines that graced his cheeks, those unique birth marks that lent his tanned visage a foxy tenor, sent butterflies fluttering in her belly, and lord above his physique!
Taller than most men, hard frame lined with muscle that his bright orange sweatshirt and black pants couldn't hide, even if she hadn't gotten a rare peak of his shirtless torso during a promotional football game two years ago, the not so subtle flex of his strength beneath his clothes when he moved was a dead give away.
Naruto Uzumaki was the epitome of a wet dream for many, many women(and men), and she was a proud casualty amongst his body count.
"You do remember that he's happily married with four children and one on the way, right?"
The words dampened her ardor quicker and more efficient than a bucket of ice cold water.
Yuka pouted at her co-worker/friend, Yuri, intruding on her admiration of the man she desired more than anything.
Of course she knew his marital and personal life status.
Everyone knew.
The whole world knew!
Lord Seventh was crazy about his family, his desk held three iterations of his happy family, and every week a new, adorable childish doodle was thumb tacked on his personal bulletin board on the wall alongside even more Sunshine Family(the world's unofficial title for the Uzumaki brood) pictures scattered along the wooden triple wide display frame; he gushed endlessly about his sweet princess Hima, chuckled ruefully about his Boruto mini-me and his antics, worried to no end about his moody adopted son Kawaki, cooed and awed over his eighteen month little redheaded Haruto and recently, was over the moon about this new unknown child, a mere two months old, nestled in his wife's womb.
His surprise baby.
Yuka still remembered the way her heart dropped when she heard two weeks ago. She'd woken up early on her day off and turned on the television to watch a scheduled interview with the blond Hokage, her body singing the moment he appeared on screen. His low voice had been music to her ears, and as he spoke, she'd left her vulnerable heart foolishly unguarded, hanging on to every word that passed his wonderful, kissable lips.
The words 'my wife' and 'pregnant' had felt like acid in her eardrums, the connotation of those terms strung together repugnant and brutal, leaving her heartbroken anew as he happily made that unscheduled announcement.
His wife, the beloved First Lady, Konoha's Princess, former Hyuuga heiress and founder of the largest taijutsu championship league in the world, was pregnant.
Again.
She didn't know why these births had the power to tear her apart every single time they happened, why she let it bother her so much, why she couldn't just grow a tougher skin against it considering Lord Seventh seemed determined to keep his Lady wife knocked up every two years at the very least.
She should expect it every year by now, and the news should roll off her back like water on a duck.
It never did.
Instead it hung over her head like a big gray cloud, made even worse by the global celebration that seemed to take place for the entire nine months and several months after each birth.
She couldn't helped it.
She…
She loved him…
It didn't matter that he was married with children, that he loved his wife openly and enthusiastically, he was her Nanadaime-sama, the man she adored. She'd loved him for nearly four years now, a love that only grew day in and day out and it hurt.
It hurt her to listen to him crow about his wife to her and anybody that'd listen.
It destroyed her to see the Hokage and First Lady kiss and share tender looks with one another.
It tore her into tiny pieces to hear the soft moans of her rival and the low rumble of her love's voice behind his locked Hokage door at times…
She knew he was a happily married man but…
That didn't stop her heart from aching…yearning to be at his side.
"I know that," she snapped at the other woman in a low hiss, turning back to her file cabinet and grabbing the last folder she'd come in for, "I'm just…looking, alright? There's nothing wrong with looking…"
She closed the cabinet harder than she meant to, cutting off the conversation between the man in question and his brilliant adviser.
They were looking at her when she dared an embarrassed glance.
She preened beneath Lord Seventh's curious stare, though wilted slightly at the deeply assessing contemplation of Shikamaru Nara.
That man saw way too much.
"E-excuse the noise, w-we're leaving now," she said by way of apology, clutching her burden to her chest.
She bowed and turned, making her way to the door.
"You ladies need any help carrying those, they look heavy."
She felt his voice down in her achy spot, his kindness and concern even for his lowly assistants so incredibly attractive and heartwarming she struggled with the overwhelming urge to melt into a lovestruck puddle of affection.
Blushing fiercely, she dipped an even deeper, fidgety, flustered bow, "n-no, b-but thank you so much for offering, N-Nanadaime-sama."
She knew she sounded breathless and rattled but she couldn't stop anymore than she could stop the rising sun. She spun on her heel and hurried out, desperate not to make an even bigger fool of herself, cursing her sharp hearing as two stray lines of dialogue followed her out.
"Another victim of the dashing Lord Seventh, mendōkusei."
"Eh?"
The door closed, muting the rest of the conversation between the two men.
She stood out in the hall, documents clutched to her chest, ears burning as she silently prayed a sink hole opened up in the middle of the Hokage Tower and swallowed her whole.
How embarrassing!
It was official…
Adviser Shikamaru Nara saw way too much!
"See, you're more obvious than you realize."
Glaring at the annoying pink haired woman, Yuka stomped down the hall, throwing over her shoulder, "Adviser Nara doesn't count, he's like a super genius, he notices everything. Now would you drop it? I told you, there's nothing wrong with just looking."
Yuri rolled her eyes and muttered, "you're not just looking. Fantasizing and daydreaming about married man is harmless, but you're taking this a bit too far…getting so upset whenever a new baby is on the way, dressing yourself up to look like the First Lady… you gotta stop, Yuka, this isn't healthy-"
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about, Yuri!" she hissed, stopping to glare at the younger female, annoyed and embarrassed at the sympathetic brown eyes staring back at her, "and isn't this a little hypocritical coming from you considering you've liked Lord Seventh just as long as me."
She wasn't trying to look like the First Lady…not on purpose…
Not…not the way she was making it sound!
Yuka was only trying to appeal to the aesthetic she knew he liked in hopes that he'd notice her one day.
She'd grown her black locks down to her bottom, just shy of the First Lady, she stayed out of the sun as much as she could, though her skin refused to take on that creamy hue of the Konoha Princess; there wasn't anything she could do about her less than spectacular bosom, nor was there anyway to widen her hips, but the clothing she wore gave her the illusion of that sought after hourglass figure…
Sure, her appearance was…modeled after First Lady, however, she wasn't trying to look exactly like her.
"My crush and your feelings aren't the same and you know it. I admire Lord Seventh, he's the strongest man in the world and the kindest person in the village second only to First Lady herself," Yuri admitted shamelessly, "he's a hot older guy that a lot of women crush on, but its just that, a crush. This is more than that to you. You actually-"
"Can we not do this right now?" Yuka interrupted, turning to resume her clipped pace, "we're supposed to be working."
"Yuka," she sighed, exasperated though she jogged to catch up, "you can't keep-"
"Enough, Yuri!" she shouted, quickening her step as she muttered, "you're like a broken record."
xxxxxx
Lord Hokage was having another boy the news announced three months later.
Many were beginning to wonder if little Hima was a one time fluke.
The Hokage office had been playing that guessing game again, excitedly discussing the coloring of this new child of their beloved power couple.
Haruto's birth had gone against most of their previous predictions.
They'd all been so sure they'd be getting their first Hyuuga-eyed blond, neither had occurred. Haruto Uzumaki was the flaming shade of his grandmother and blue eyed like his father and older siblings.
So far, Lord Seventh's features tended to be dominant in all of his children.
This time, however, the office was convinced that it was First Lady's turn again. Hima looked a lot like her mother, but they were really pushing for a full blown clone of their lilac eyed idol.
From there, cooing over a whisker faced little boy with Hyuuga eyes ensued.
Sick to death with the celebratory atmosphere, Yuka grabbed a few papers that needed filing in the Hokage's office and left.
She sighed out in the hall, honey depths pensive, heart aching as she walked.
She hated days like this…
By the time she made it to his door, she felt like she could breathe…
The absolute light and darkness of her heart stood at a book shelf, reading through a scroll unwound across his big hands. He looked up as she entered, his blue eyes brightening a moment, as though he'd been waiting for her, only to dim once he recognized she wasn't who he thought she was.
Surprised, she stared back at him.
She hadn't known he was still here.
With his family so large now, he'd made moves to ensure he was home as much as possible, and with the village maintaining its peaceful trajectory, last year, after Haruto's birth, the Hokage had begun delegating many of his more unimportant and routine duties to a very small, but highly efficient team of officials that reported directly to him via Yamanaka telepathic relay, and in return, his long nights at wor kwere nearly a thing of the past.
He had 'office hours' now…
Seven in the morning to five-thirty, seven at night at the latest except for late night emergencies.
It sucked because she was working a bit harder and longer now, but saw him less and less as time went on.
She missed him…
"Working late too, Yuka-san?" he asked, a teasing smile on his handsome face.
She blushed, nodding her head as she wandered over to the file cabinet she needed…
The one right beside him.
She shuffled over, shoulders haunched as she opened the drawer and the Hokage went back to reading.
They'd never been alone together before…
She inhaled delicately.
His scent was earthy and arousing, unique and attractive.
Seductive.
Her hands shook as she filed her stack, heart pounding in her chest.
"Hey, Yuka-san."
She jumped, dropping everything to the floor.
"Oh crap, sorry, didn't mean to scare ya, dattebayo," he apologized, bending down to help her gather her scattered documents just as she stooped to do the same.
She knelt, frozen as he picked up few and held them out for her, smiling ruefully, saying something she couldn't hear at the moment.
Time slowed around her.
Her brown eyes fused to his beloved face.
He was so close, and so beautiful in that wild, untamed way that set her heart alight.
His bright blue orbs grew intense, pinning her in place as he asked her what was wrong, if she was alright…
She reached for him before she realized what she was doing, gripping his cheeks and smashing her mouth to his, finally, finally getting everything she'd ever wished for, everything she prayed for these last few years, but lord above was it fleeting!
She'd barely tasted his lips, barely learned the texture of his whiskered cheeks beneath her thumbs before he was pushing her away from him.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he fairly roared, looking angry, angrier than she'd seen him in her entire life…
"I….I…."
…love you…
She couldn't force the words past her stiff lips.
His eyes burned, his own lips thinned with disgust as he swiped the back of his hands across them, his blonde brows crashing together as he glared for all he was worth.
She wilted beneath his fury, shriveled in light of his revulsion.
What…
What had she done?
Just as quick as he'd pushed her away, he was up and moving, his long legs carting him across the length of his office to the person she hadn't realize was standing there.
Watching.
First Lady stood in the doorway, hand to her rounded belly, staring wide eyed back at her.
Yuka had never felt more ashamed in her entire life…
The long billowing cloak of the Seventh Hokage blocked her view as he crowded his pregnant wife, ushering her out the door, turning to throw her a telling glare before slamming the door behind him.
xxxxxx
She knew, when he called her to his office the next day that her time in the Tower was up.
She hadn't slept a wink that night, crying and lamenting her idiotic move to put her lips on a married man, the Hokage of all people!
She wasn't in a romance novel!
This wasn't a movie!
This was real life…
…and she'd ruined hers…
He looked cold and remote behind his desk, blue orbs heavy and sharp, his lips turned down in a severe frown, everything about him detached and impersonal as though he didn't know her from a hole in the wall, nothing like the radiant golden Prince she was used to seeing day in and day out.
Her sun, had well and truly set…for good.
His hawkish adviser, Shikamaru Nara stood behind and to his right, his eyes impassive.
She wasn't sure if he was here to keep the Hokage from ripping her apart or if he was acting as a chaperon to ensure she didn't attack Lord Seventh again.
Either scenario was embarrassing and filled her with enough shame to choke the life from her.
"I don't know what the hell possessed you to do what you did yesterday," he began, his voice lashing her like a whip, "and frankly, I don't give a damn. Let me make something crystal clear to you. My wife means everything to me, there is no woman on earth that could take her place. No one."
She knew that now…
God did she know it.
Gripping her skirt, she nodded silently, eyes fused to the floor as she willed the tears burning in her throat to remain there a little longer, to wait until she'd been fired and sent home in disgrace.
"Yuka-san."
She lifted her head, raising her watery gaze to the man calling her name, only for him to nudge his head to the blond leader waiting for her to look him in the eye.
She didn't want to…
She didn't want to see hatred or worse, that revulsion from last night.
Taking a shaky breath, she brought her hallowed orbs to her- to Konoha's Hokage.
"In light of this situation, I'm going to have to ask to you resign as my assistant," the Seventh Hokage decreed, leaving her in no doubt that he wasn't really asking, and if she was still in the dark, the hard look he gave her painted a stark picture, "while my first instinct was to have you terminated immediately, the First Lady was of a mind that such an action was too harsh for a simple girlish mistake," looking angry all over again, he continued, "she suggested a transfer, asking me to show you leniency despite the display she was subjected to last evening."
The way he spoke, Yuka knew that it was his wife witnessing her behavior that was pissing him off the most.
Especially in her condition.
If there was one thing everyone knew, it was that the Hokage was extremely protective of his wife, particularly of her tender feelings.
The story of their romance was largely one of the gentle woman watching her now husband from afar, much like Yuka, pining and pining for his affections, waiting years for him to notice her, a fact that the Hokage often bemoaned whenever the topic arose, often saying he'd make up for every year of pain she'd endured, that he'd spend the rest of his life giving her what she should have had after her confrontation with Pain.
His attention, his love and care.
Yuka had stepped on that vow he'd made her, and it seemed, in the eyes of Naruto Uzumaki, that was unforgivable.
Shikamaru Nara brought forth a letter of resignation, sliding it across the table and dropping a pen next to it.
Yuka didn't hesitate.
She signed her name.
"This change is effective immediately,'ttebayo. Gather your belongings, and exit the Tower, going forward, you are not to set foot in the Tower unless absolutely necessary. Do you understand?"
She nodded, throat aching, anger filling her gut as those damn tears started falling.
A quiet sob burst free, carrying with the apology she should have given him right after she kissed him.
The Hokage exhaled loudly, then the wheels of his chair whined quietly.
A gentle hand touched her crown, but she dared not look him in the eyes…
She couldn't…
Never again.
"You're a very special person, Yuka-san," he told her quietly, "my wife was right, you made a mistake…but it's not the end of the world…you have a good heart. You're a hard worker and a very intelligent woman, I know you'll do well in this new department," his hand lifted, "and I know there's someone out there just waiting for you to come into their life, someone that can return your feelings. I wish you luck."
She took his words as the dismissal they were, sniffling as she made the walk of shame to her desk down the hall, embarrassed as all hell but…
…hopeful for the future with the words of her unrequited love ringing in her ears.
—
Flipping The Script
"I'm really happy you feel that way about me, I've…never had someone say those words to me before, I kinda…never thought anyone would have those types of feelings for me, g-guess that's why I never said anything the first time you told me that," he chuckled, the sound as uncomfortable as he felt, "Hinata…um…ya know um…you're an amazing person, a-and one of the strongest kunoichi I know and any guy would be happy to have you," he winced, feeling like the words were a lie considering what he was about to say next,"the thing is…I…I just…I don't have those kinds of feelings for you, Hinata. I'm…I'm sorry…"
He'd never seen someone's whole world silently collapse until that very moment, staring into her pained eyes, and he'd wanted to take back every single word, anything to bring that gentle spark back to the face of this beautiful woman that love him. This kind, shy woman that had found the strength to declare her love for him twice.Before he could open his mouth, before he could process every emotion churning inside of him, she bowed her head to him, a silent acknowledgment of his final answer to her second confession and excused herself with all the dignity, poise and calm of a Princess. The hurt he'd seen firmly tucked away behind a mask he immediately didn't like.
He'd stopped her before she could walk away, asking if she would be alright, needing some indication, some sign that he hadn't completely destroyed her, that her heartbroken expression had only looked worse than what she actually felt.
She hadn't turned to face him again, but her voice was steady when she replied, "I'll be alright, Naruto-kun, don't worry about me."
His own chest had ached fiercely as he watched her walk away, as though his heart had become a pincushion for a barrage of kunai.
He didn't see her again for a while after that fateful day.
Not around the village.
Not on missions.
Not even at friendly events.
Hinata had essentially disappeared.
She said she would be alright, that she didn't hate him for not returning her feelings so why was she avoiding everybody?
…avoiding him…
It…bothered him.
A lot.
This wasn't what he wanted. Just because he couldn't return her feelings, didn't mean he wanted her to disappear!
He didn't! It was the very last thing he wanted.
He…
He wanted her in his life, and yeah, maybe he hadn't really paid attention to her when she was a constant fixture in the background of his day to day, but he noticed her absence way more than he did her presence, and it was driving him crazy.
He was worried about her.
He…
He…missed merely seeing her around, catching a glimpse of her bright ivory skin and shiny black hair…
He missed hearing her soft voice caressing through his ears, or randomly snaring his baby blue's on her kind eyes.
He missed her hushed laughter and the scent of lilac that followed her around.
He missed being able to turn to her when their friends were telling him he was stupid and having at least one person understand what he'd been trying to say…
There were so many moments in their lives where their paths connected and intertwined.
So many small details about her he hadn't noticed until they were no longer there anymore.
By the third week of her painful disappearance, he was itching to go find her himself.
He knew she was still in the village, senjutsu didn't lie, but she went no further than the fenced walls of the Hyuuga compound, spending most of her time in the far corner of her room. It killed him to think she'd hauled up in her room, depressed and hurting, crying her eyes out over him of all people. He wasn't worth this level of pain and anguish, and he felt like the worst kind of person that he'd caused her this amount of distress.
Maybe he really hadn't understood the way she felt, maybe he'd underestimated how deep her affections ran, how he'd allowed himself to do so considering she'd nearly died the first time she told him was another mystery he couldn't quite work out about himself.
He'd certainly underestimated his feelings for her…
He'd alway seen her as one of those routine friends that showed up every other day. The ones you didn't really hang out with that much, but cared for in a 'this is familiar because I grew up with them' or 'they're so nice and enjoy their energy' sorta of way, people you didn't really think you'd miss, or rather, didn't think you'd miss them so bad your heart hurt to think about them.
Hinata wasn't one of those type of friends apparently.
Her roots ran deeper than he knew.
Halfway through month two of her self-imposed exile, he caved.
He stood in front of his bathroom mirror, combing through his shaggy locks, fidgeting with the unruly mess, his stomach tight with anxiety and for the life of he could understand why the hell he was so goddamn worried about what he looked like.
He was just going to check on a friend, not meeting Fire Country's Daimyo.
He pouted fiercely.
"Tell that to my nerves," he grumbled at his reflection.
His heart was already pounding and he hadn't left his apartment yet.
She probably didn't even wanna see him.
His jaw flexed, chest tightening as dread tied his insides into pretzel knots.
He shook his head, curling his tanned hand into determined fists, stomping out every one of his morse, downtrodden thoughts.
It didn't matter.
Even if she didn't want to see him, he had to at least try, even if she wouldn't talk to him, he had to make sure she was alright.
Relief swept him when he found out he wasn't barred from the Hyuuga ground entirely, and that the guards didn't seem to dislike him as he requested an audience with their heiress. In fact, they seemed the opposite, looking at him with compassion and understanding.
Maybe it was the bags under his eyes or the somber air that clung to him that made them so welcoming for once.
Hinata never came to meet him.
"Hinata-sama requests that you give her some time." Kō said, not unkindly.
"Oh,"
The older man descended the steps, his eyes sympathetic.
"I see…" he murmured faintly, the words hurting him despite him knowing that this was the most likely outcome before he even left his apartment, "I uh…understand, dattebayo…"
He reached up, rubbing his nape, looking anywhere but into the milky eyes of Hinata's retainer. He felt uncomfortable and disconcerted, like he'd done something wrong and the whole world was staring at him.
"Time…" he cleared his throat, baby blues dropping to his feet, "yeah…okay, I can uh, I can give her that…I will," he reassured himself and Kō, "but can you…can you tell her that I came by…that I just…wanted to make sure she was…okay."
As he said it, it sounded stupid.
Of course she wasn't okay! That was the whole reason he was here!
"…um…on second thought, maybe don't…tell her I was here, I'll just, give her some time, 'ttebayo."
He was making an ass of himself and he was silently grateful she hadn't actually come out to talk to him.
"Thanks for your help, Kō," he muttered despondently, half turning, "sorry for bothering you."
"She'll be happy to hear you came by."
He paused in his exit, wanting to hear what Kō had to say, but at the same, wanting to plug his ears in case the beloved retainer warned him away from her.
"She truly just needs time to process and come to terms with her own heart and feelings," the older man explained, "she not upset with you, she doesn't hate you, she doesn't blame you for your feelings or lack thereof, she truly wishes nothing but your happiness, and she still thinks of you with fondness."
None of that was making him feel better, if anything his heart hurt even more.
"She just needs this time to heal and recenter herself," he reached out, giving his shoulder a squeeze, "what would hurt her is you feeling guilt over being honest with her…"
"…yeah…thanks…"
It wasn't just guilt that dragged him here.
It was something else that was gnawing at his insides, some elusive but all consuming emotion in his chest that he couldn't express, driving him to seek out the woman he'd rejected.
He'd run straight to Sakura afterwards, regurgitating his experience at the Hyuuga Compound, lying despondent on her living room floor.
Begging her to tell him what to do.
"Leave her be," Sakura suggested, echoing Kō, "she just needs time to come to terms with everything. You don't need to do anything, I mean, there's really nothing you can do."
That wasn't what he wanted to hear, in fact, it was the last thing he wanted to be told.
He was a guy that thrived on action, he was a proactive go-getter that'd rather slay beast than wait for the beast to get tired and surrender.
He was restless and anxious and unsettled inside himself.
He'd never felt more chaotic.
"And stop with the guilt," she huffed, mushing his head playfully, "you didn't do anything wrong and Hinata would never blame you for turning her down. She's probably just trying to get over you and she can't do that if you're always around her."
That made sense but…it didn't really make him feel any better.
…and deep down, the thought of her 'getting over him' kinda made him feel…
He pushed that selfish thought away, pointing out, "you say I didn't do anything wrong but you and Ino and Kiba were all mad at me about it, 'ttebayo,"
"We weren't…" she paused, then sighed, "well I wasn't mad at you, I was just…a bit disappointed is all. I wish you would've at least given her a chance, you know?" she admitted quietly, "even if you didn't have the feelings she had, I think that would have changed in a date or two. Hinata's really sweet and kind, she's funny and smart and interesting and I think you would have really liked her, if not out right adored her, but... I guess it doesn't matter now."
He stared wide eyed at the ceiling, one word reverberating through his head.
Dating…
The thought of dating hadn't even crossed his mind. He was a goddamn orphan and the only girl he'd ever asked out had rejected him over and over again, he didn't know shit about romance, had no clue that asking to date her first was even an option!
Nobody had taught him how to handle love confessions, nobody had told him that they weren't just a yes or no question.
Of all people, he knew how amazing Hinata was and if he'd known what the hell he'd been doing…
…he would've given her a chance.
It wasn't like he didn't enjoy being around her or that he didn't find her fun, because he did the few times they actually hung out together.
He wouldn't have minded taking more time to learn about her.
He wouldn't have minded going out on a date with her at all.
"Fuck," he muttered, fisting his blonde locks.
It was too late now.
xxxxxx
At the six months mark, finally, finally he got his first glimpse of her, and it was like he'd just been given his first glass of water after days in a desert without a drop.
She was so beautiful, sat on a bench between Team 8.
They were laughing together, smiling and at ease beneath their shady tree.
He watched them for a long time, aching to take their place at her side.
xxxxxx
She was different with him.
A bit distant but still friendly, and he knew she'd done what Sakura warned him she was doing.
Hinata was over him and it pained him to no end.
He should be happy for her, happy that she was smiling again, that she wasn't hiding away in the compound anymore, that she was free of the feelings that had caused her so much pain, but selfish asshole that he was, he wasn't happy.
He was miserable…
…and yearning…
Six months ago, he rejected her affections, telling her he didn't have those types of feelings for her, and now…
…now he was head over heels in love with her.
What the hell was he going to do?
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The first story was an idea from drdsa from tumblr! Thank you soooo much for the scenario! I enjoyed writing it!
Second story is more of my notes for another story I have planned in which Naruto rejects Hinata, ends up falling in love with her and then stress over how to make her fall back in love with him, lol. I actually forgot I had it and my dumbass could have just used that for this prompt, however, I liked the idea from drdsa so I can't really complain, so I tucked it after my official unrequited prompt.
Next one-shot is some funny smutty goodness!
Laters
Sessakag~