She'd always been terrified of Haruno Sakura.
Ever since she saw the woman's first sparring match at the academy.
The fight hadn't exactly been fair, despite the strange ash jutsu that the dark haired girl used against her.
So, after that, she had avoided the pinkette like her life depended on it, because it probably did.
Though, she'd thought that her pink hair was unparalleled in its exoticism... while it was still pink.
As she sat two cups of tea on the living room table, one for the Haruno and another for Naruto, her eyes wandered to the woman's shoulder-length, white tresses.
"Thanks, Hinata-san."
Her hair had been white for almost three years, now, ever since she left the village in pursuit of a masked woman.
She'd not mentioned it since then, but something had to have happened.
She seemed more distant, now, than when she was young.
"You're welcome, Haruno-san..."
Pale eyes met green, and for a moment she could almost feel the woman's gaze peering just a bit deeper than her eyes.
Her parted lips were proof of that, and the gentle, unusually warm smile was almost as startling as the prospect that she'd had her mind read.
"Congratulations."
Hinata froze for a split second before pulling herself together, though before she could ask what that was supposed to mean, the door opened.
She hadn't even noticed the knob turning.
The Uchiha's obsidian eyes swept over the room before he let out a quiet breath, stepping around the couch when Naruto sprang to his feet.
"Teme! What took you..."
Two pairs of eyes watched them—one set horrified, and the other expectant—when he pressed his lips softly to her cheek.
"I'm home."