I feel so bad for you Kiba, but at least I'm always there for you :D

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It was officially confirmed. Sakura had been talking to Naruto about how she thought Kiba liked Hinata, but she said she wasn't 100 sure. Now she was. He seemed to be enjoying that fact Hinata's head was on his shoulder, and it still was.

"Hey, Kiba?" Sakura asked

"Hm…yeah?" asked a tired Kiba.

Sakura had just woken him up from a little snooze, Hinata still on his shoulder. Naruto kind of felt left out. He was having no part in the conversation. But at least they would forget that he was there and he would get the deets on everything.

"You really like her don't you?" Sakura said.

"Who?" Kiba asked.

"Hinata!" Sakura said.

Kiba's head shot up.

"N-NO!" Kiba insisted, blushing.

Sakura just looked at him like "What do you think I am, an idiot like Naruto?"

But of course she didn't SAY that.

"I swear! We're just friends!" Kiba wouldn't give up.

"That doesn't mean you can't LIKE the girl" Sakura had a point, but the chances of Kiba admitting it were as likely as Naruto HATING ramen. Never would that happen.

But then again, he was out of excuses.

"B-but i...uh...THIS IS HURTING MY BRAIN!" Kiba cried.

"Just admit it!" Sakura said, triumfantly.

Okay, I think Naruto just IGNORED ramen for once. Kiba gave up.

He sighed while stroking Hinata's long hair.

"I don't know. She's just so…so…her. You know?" Kiba said.

Why can't you just SAY it man!?

"Would that be a 'yes'?" grinned Sakura.

"If I can't say it to you, I can't say it to her. Yeah I like her…maybe love…" Kiba said, staring at Hinata. "She's just so un-explainable."

Sakura and Naruto stared at Kiba

"I'm not good enough for her though," Kiba said "I couldn't protect her. Me being a stupid ass is what got my ankle practically broken…"

"Hey man, don't think like that," Naruto tried to comfort Kiba.

"Well, what do you want me to do!? LIE!?" Kiba snapped back as a tear trickled down his cheek.

"Kiba, you're a great person, and I'm sure her knowing you made the effort is enough for her," Sakura said

Kiba looked at Sakura. He had nothing to say.

Sometimes, trying your best isn't enough.

"It hurts, a lot okay?" Kiba confessed.

"What? Your ankle?" Sakura asked.

"No," Kiba corrected "Watching her suffer."

Kiba meant every word of what he was saying. Every time Hinata got hurt, he felt responsible. He's held it in for so long and it felt good to finally let it all out. He kept it bottled up, and now he unscrewed the cap.

"I would've never guessed you felt so strong about her. You're always joking around with her."

"I always drop hints in my jokes, but she never seems to pick it up. I guess I joke around with her because that's my way of flirting or something, but she's not the only one who can get shy. Every time I get a chance to really tell her, I chicken out and start blushing like she does. So I always say a joke or something to cover my ass." Explained Kiba.

"Kiba, you seriously gotta tell her. If you don't things could get messy," Naruto said

"I know that genius" Kiba replied.

And her head is still on my shoulder.

"But I'm not sure how I'm gonna tell her," Kiba said.

"Just tell her straight out," Suggested Sakura.

"I don't know. She's different from other girls. She might take it the wrong way or not take it at all." Kiba sighed.

"Then say it without words," suggested Naruto.

"Oh my god! Kiba! He's right for once!" Sakura realized.

"Naruto's never right" Kiba stated.

"You don't have to SAY it, Kiba. Kiss it. Just kiss her and she'll get the point," Sakura said.

"Maybe, but what after that? She'll be so uncomfortable around me and we'll probably end up avoiding each other." Kiba said.

"You, out of all people, she won't be able to avoid. Just do it and things will follow." Informed Sakura.

Shortly after the discussion, Sakura and Naruto fell asleep, leaving a tired, confused Kiba up all by himself.

And her head is still on my shoulder

Kiba smiled. How did she sleep so motionless? So peacefully?

He frowned, as he landed a soft kiss on her forehead as he slowly but carefully left her head off his shoulder so he could sleep without worrying about hurting her.

I really don't deserve her.