Beach
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto by Masashi Kishimoto, or any of the characters affiliated with it, and this is merely a fan-based piece of work.
Hinata was overly self-conscious of herself on this particular day.
With each step she took walking down the sandy, timber steps, as seaweed was strewn on the sides of the path, and the seagulls squawked and flew up ahead. You see, she was self-conscious of what she was wearing. Nibbling on her bottom lip, her bikini showed off her curvaceous and slim, thin figure, while her chest was equally shown. She shyly moved a hand up to play with her hair as she made it to the sand, and she wriggled her toes, breathing in the sea air deeply. It had been a long time since she had last been to the beach, and it filled her with a sense of calm. The sand squeaked under her feet as she walked slowly towards the sand dune which dipped lower towards the shore of the ocean, and she found a nice spot to sit, putting her towel on the warm sand, and her umbrella, to let her have some shade. Before she got in the water, she wanted to eat, as she was very hungry. Hinata sat comfortably on her green and blue stripy towel, and opened up her picnic basket, with plates of cheese and biscuits, as well as some sushi rolls she had prepared this morning. Then she ate them slowly by herself, watching children run through the sand, some building sandcastles, and some boys even trying to cover their father whole in the soft sand, patting his legs down with water to wet it. She giggled softly and let her hair fall over her face.
That was when she saw him.
He was tanned and muscular, with a firm body and golden-blonde hair, and he held a surfboard under his arm as he chatted with a lifesaver. Her eyes became glued to his form as she finished one sushi roll and ate another, chewing on it and swallowing it. Blushing, she averted her gaze when he turned around and looked in her direction. She squeaked and looked down, her feet touching each other. Then he ran into the surf and dived in with his board, and the sun began to shine its brilliance against his skin, making him seem to Hinata as if he was an angel sent from heaven.
She watched him as a few big waves came in, and he surfed them almost as if he was a professional surfer; standing up with his arms outstretched, surfing the tubes of many of them. He kept at this for a few more hours, and Hinata bought an iceblock and nibbled on it, staring up at the pretty cerulean-blue sky. Away from all the hustle and bustle of the city, she could just stay here for hours, simply relaxing (and albeit trying not to stare at the blonde surfer).
The beach had some sort of pull on her, and every time she went to it, she felt that she couldn't leave, didn't want to leave. Once she had gathered a few sea-shells, pretty looking ones, she realised that it had gotten a lot later than she thought it was. Checking the time, she felt a rush of disappointment when she saw it was five thirty, and the beach would be empty of anyone soon. Rolling up her towel, and putting her umbrella away, as she carried her basket up the steps, she turned around to see if she could see him – but he wasn't there.
She would come to the beach tomorrow to see if he was there, again, and again – just to get a glimpse of him.