O-OH, YOU MEAN ME?
There are three things Hinata (secretly) hates:
1. Her narrow shoulders.
Given her naturally petite stature, they just make her look more like a bobble head than an ordinary human being. Every time she wears those loose cardigans, the sleeves always threaten to fall off her shoulders. And Hinata LOVES cardigans.
2. Her voice.
It either comes out soft and timid or parched and scratchy. Both have given her more frustration than she'd like to admit.
3. Assumptions.
It's more than just the whole you make an arse out of you and me. Her whole life Hinata has been fed assumptions, forced to swallow them, and churn out a part of herself that didn't fit their pre-assigned categories. All in the name of acceptance. Even now the labels still stuck to her skin, words like "shy", "sweet", "demure", "innocent", as if she were branded. To say she hated them would be an understatement.
But no one really knew the extent of her grudge, because behind that shy exterior was a connoisseur. She knew how to pretend. It was an act she'd grown used to performing, after all.
A/N: I'm such a lame butt-I'm really sorry I haven't updated this for so long. I've been struggling with a major writer's block, and writing just doesn't come to me as easily as it used to.
I think I'm just going to make this a drabble of sorts instead of a multi-chaptered story. Anyways, thanks to all of you who reviewed and followed this old little story! if you have any ideas/requests, please PM me/leave a review :)