Quince Apple
Tsunade smiles to herself.
She's seen Hinata and she is so happy.
Both she and Kurenai had been worried about the girl, the constant belittlement she faced at home, her lack of confidence.
Who needs that shit?
Certainly not a Konoha kunoichi. (Not one of her kunoichi.)
There was always the danger that Hinata would leave the shinobi, marry an ordinary villager, or worse yet leave the village itself.
Hinata always was the fairest blossom at the top of the tree.
It was just difficult to see that, but Kiba did.
Tsunade's glad that Hinata is neither overlooked nor unreached.
A/N: I am a great fan of Sappho's poetry; Lament for a Maidenhead reminded me of Hinata.
Like a quince-apple
ripening on a top
not once noticed by
harvesters or if
not unnoticed, not reached