Fresh Linen
A clothesline!?
In the Hyuuga clan compound?
Has the girl lost her mind?
What kind of tacky, pedestrian, rural, agrestic nonsense is this?
Hiashi confronts her – just what does she think she's doing?
Hinata takes a sheet from the line, folds it in half, snaps it smooth and folds it again, snaps and folds once more.
Without thinking, she answers her father honestly, no trace of guile.
"Kiba likes for the sheets to smell like sunshine."
Oops.
This time it's Hiashi's face that blazes red.
Hinata lowers her gaze, covers her mouth with one hand and tries not to smile.