"Thanks, Hina-nē."
The brunette grinned as she tugged off the blue shirt, the Sarutobi insignia dark on its back.
She'd arrived while Naruto and Sakura were still there, and after an hour or so of her and the blond joking and gossiping between themselves, the Jinchūriki and the whitette dragged him off to have rāmen.
"Tō-sama would've killed me."
They shared a brief smile, both understanding well their father's... distaste for the idea of his daughters marrying into other clans.
It hadn't been as bad for Hinata, because the idea of an arranged marriage between her and Sasuke had been offered by the elders when she was young, but it was something else entirely for Hanabi.
She was their father's favourite, the prodigy of the two, and the designated heiress of the Hyūga clan.
Hinata had accepted it years ago, though it didn't ever stop her from training, even if her father didn't approve of her disregard for taijutsu in favour of kenjutsu.
"Don't worry about it, Hana."
She took the garment, handing over one of the few shirts she had that still bore the Hyūga flame, a cream coloured shirt with a white collar and cuffs.
As the girl pulled it on, Hinata took the moment to note how much her sister had grown since she left the Hyūga compound to live in the North District.
She was about shoulder-height, standing upright, and her brown hair was longer than Hinata's own midnight blue tresses were, falling well below her shoulders rather than being cut at them.
Her lashes were longer, her lips fuller, and her body more shapely, overall, than just a year ago.
Standing with her now, she could see how she'd wooed Sarutobi Konohamaru.