Okay, I wanted to clarify some things before you start reading the chapter. I know there was a few people that disliked the SasuKari scene. Initially, I wasn't going to include the scene or even Karin in the story, but many people kept mentioning wanting to see her in the story. It gave me an idea and I went from there.
This is a SasuHina story. Not SasuKari. Sasuke, has needs in my story, and we'll, he is technically single and has been with her before. Could he be using her to satisfy himself? Yes. Is that wrong of him? Is he aware of that? He sure is. Does a part of him feel guilty? We will explore more of that. We will also explore more of Karin's thoughts as well.
Karin isn't a permanent character in this story and only has a few more chapters before she makes her exit.
Suigetsu isn't going to be an interest for Hinata. That was merely for comedic effect and to showcase a jealous Sasuke (which we will be seeing again. )
Gaara does have a crush on Hinata, but there won't be anything perusing on his end. However we will get to read his POV again and he will be interacting with Hinata again in future chapters…which may or may not annoyed a certain Uchiha.
I hope this clears up any confusion or concerns, or questions. If you're unable to read the SasuKari scenes, I don't blame you. It's hard writing the scenes myself, it was hard writing the SasuSaku as well. I don't mind it if you skip those parts but things need to happen before we get to the nitty gritty of things.
If any of this turns you away, I'm sorry but the show must go on!
A lot happens in this chapter. I hope you enjoy it…
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Sasuke woke up with Karin nestled against him, her head resting on his chest. The dull throb of a headache pulsed at his temples—a not-so-gentle reminder of the drinks he'd had last night. He blinked a few times, letting his eyes adjust to the soft morning light streaming in through the window. His arm was wrapped around Karin, who stirred slightly.
"Good morning," Karin murmured sleepily, snuggling closer to him, her arm tightening around his waist.
Sasuke looked down at her, his mind wandering to his birthday yesterday. It had ended on a good note, with friends and the unexpected warmth of Hinata's gift lingering in his thoughts. He didn't regret how the day had turned out, but now, with the haze of last night fading, he couldn't help but wonder how long Karin planned on staying. It wasn't a problem at first—she was familiar, someone he could rely on in certain ways—but the more he thought about it, the more complicated things became.
He didn't want Sarada showing up unexpectedly, her questioning him why Karin was there. What could he say? That she was his girlfriend? That wasn't happening, and the idea of explaining any of it to Sarada made his head ache more. Then there was Naruto, Kakashi, or even Hinata. Sasuke clenched his jaw at the thought of them seeing Karin in his place. What could he say? That they only were satisfying their needs and that was it? No. There was no way he was telling anyone anything.
Sasuke slowly began to sit up, trying not to wake Karin completely. "I'm going to start my day," he muttered, rubbing his temples as he moved.
Karin groaned in protest, tugging on his arm. "Stay in bed a little longer," she whined, making an exaggerated pout. She slid her hand up his chest, her fingers tracing light patterns over his skin. "Come on, Sasuke-kun. You could just stay in bed all day with me."
"I can't just stay in bed all day."
Karin pouted more dramatically, giving him a seductive look. "You can. I could make it worth your while."
He shook his head, gently pushing her hand away. "Maybe another time."
Karin frowned, clearly not happy with the answer, and turned over, giving him the silent treatment. Sasuke, used to her moods, ignored it as he got up and started getting dressed. The pounding in his head wasn't helping, and he needed to clear it.
As he adjusted his shirt, Karin finally broke her silence. "You need help fixing your ponytail?"
"It's fine," Sasuke said, quickly tying his hair back himself, ignoring whatever comment she shouted about beds. He was done entertaining her mood for now.
After he was dressed and ready, Sasuke stepped out into the village. The sunlight stung his eyes at first, but he adjusted quickly. As he made his way down the street, he spotted Kiba and Hinata walking side by side ahead of him. A smirk formed on his lips as he picked up his pace, calling out, "Number two!"
Kiba immediately stopped, his head snapping toward Sasuke with a glare. "What the hell do you want, Uchiha?" Kiba barked, though his insults quickly lost their bite as his eyes drifted to Hinata, who was gently tugging on his sleeve, trying to calm him down.
Sasuke chuckled under his breath, his tone dry. "You're being too loud. Even Hinata's trying to shut you up."
Kiba scowled, but Hinata's gentle pull on his arm seemed to calm him down a bit. He exhaled loudly, folding his arms. "You're lucky, Uchiha. Anyway, did you even bother to look in a mirror before you left the house?"
Sasuke narrowed his eyes, about to ignore him, until he noticed Hinata trying to suppress a laugh. His frown deepened. "What's so funny?"
Hinata, still holding back a giggle, finally spoke up. "It looks like... you have bedhead."
Sasuke blinked, realizing what Karin had probably been trying to tell him earlier. He sighed, mentally cursing himself for not listening. "Tch."
Hinata, walked towards him, speaking gently, "I can help you fix it, if you want."
Sasuke raised an eyebrow but then nodded. He crouched a little to give her access to his hair. He felt her gentle fingers glide through his hair, carefully smoothing it out. The sensation was...soothing. Her touch was light, almost careful, and for a moment, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to just enjoy the calm.
Kiba, however, wasn't done talking. "Man, you're lucky Hinata's fixing that mess for you. Otherwise, you'd walk around like a porcupine."
Sasuke, feeling slightly annoyed, shot back without opening his eyes, "At least I don't look like I rolled out of the kennel."
Kiba sputtered, struggling to find a retort, but Hinata's soft fingers finished the last bit of his hair, cutting him off before he could say anything else. "There," she said quietly, stepping back. "All done."
Sasuke stood up, running a hand through his now neat hair. "Thanks, Hinata." He looked at her, noticing the way she was staring at him. It wasn't quite like Hanabi's stare—Hanabi's was more analytical, but this...this was something else. He tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. "You alright?"
Hinata's face turned a deep shade of red, and she quickly moved back to Kiba's side, avoiding his gaze. "I-I'm fine," she stammered, tugging on Kiba's sleeve again. "Kiba-kun, please be nice."
Sasuke's eyebrow arched higher, a flicker of curiosity crossing his usually impassive face as he noted Hinata's sudden shyness. Before he could comment, a familiar figure approached from the opposite direction. Gaara, the Kazekage of the Sand, moved with a quiet grace, his pale green eyes surveying the group.
He offered a polite nod. "Good morning, Sasuke, Kiba…," he said, his green eyes shifted to Hinata.
Hinata's face brightened instantly, a warm smile spreading across her lips. "It's good to see you, Gaara-sama."
Gaara's gaze settled on her, and for a brief moment, his stoic expression softened. "The pleasure is always all mine, Hinata."
A strange sensation stirred within Sasuke at the exchange. A tightening in his chest that he couldn't quite identify. The way Gaara's voice seemed to soften when he spoke to Hinata didn't escape him. Sasuke glanced at Kiba, expecting some reaction, but Kiba was grinning broadly, already engaging Gaara as if they were old comrades.
So Kiba can get along with people other than me, Sasuke mused dryly. His eyes drifted back to Hinata and Gaara. He observed the subtle way Gaara's eyes lingered on her, the almost imperceptible relaxation in his posture. Hinata, however, appeared blissfully unaware, her gentle demeanor unchanged.
An inexplicable irritation prickled at Sasuke's nerves. He wasn't sure why, but something about the way Gaara looked at Hinata unsettled him. It wasn't like him to be bothered by such trivialities. He tried to dismiss the feeling, attributing it to the lingering effects of his earlier encounter with Kiba.
Gaara's gaze shifted, meeting Sasuke's eyes. Instantly, Gaara's expression reverted to its usual neutrality. "Sasuke," he acknowledged with a slight inclination of his head. "How have you been?"
"Fine," Sasuke replied curtly, his voice devoid of emotion.
Hinata turned to Gaara, a thoughtful glint in her eyes. "Gaara-sama, would you mind if we spoke privately for a moment?"
Gaara raised a subtle eyebrow but nodded. "Of course."
As the two stepped aside, Sasuke found his gaze following them involuntarily. He watched as Hinata spoke animatedly, her hands gesturing delicately. Gaara listened intently, his full attention on her, a softness in his eyes that Sasuke hadn't noticed before.
A knot of irritation tightened in Sasuke's chest. Why did it bother him? There was no logical reason for him to feel that way. Yet, he couldn't shake the annoyance gnawing at him as he observed them.
"Are they close?" he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else.
Kiba's ears seemed to perk up at his quiet question. "You gonna start calling Gaara 'Number Three' now or something?" Kiba teased, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Sasuke shot him a withering glance. "At least you acknowledge you're Number Two."
Kiba chuckled, unfazed. "Nah, they're not that close. They just talk about flowers and stuff. She's into all that. Gaara's probably the only guy patient enough to listen to her go on about flower pressing. Plus, he has a thing for flowers himself, from what Hina-chan told me."
Kiba laughed, shaking his head in disbelief as he added, "Never thought I'd see the day when Gaara of the Sand gets all soft over petals and leaves. Pretty boring if you ask me, but if it makes her happy..."
Sasuke barely registered Kiba's words. His attention was fixed on Hinata and Gaara. He noted the way Gaara leaned in slightly as Hinata spoke, the subtle nods, the way his eyes remained focused on her face. Hinata seemed content, her own eyes shining as she discussed whatever topic had them so engrossed.
Sasuke's jaw tightened. There was that unfamiliar sensation again—a simmering annoyance that he couldn't quite place. It irritated him that Gaara was eliciting such genuine smiles from Hinata, smiles that she often shared with him during their conversations.
It shouldn't matter who Hinata talked to. Yet, despite his internal reprimand, he couldn't stop the restless energy stirring within him.
Gaara glanced over suddenly, his eyes meeting Sasuke's once more. Immediately, any softness vanished from the Kazekage's expression, replaced by his customary impassive mask. Sasuke held his gaze for a moment before Gaara turned back to Hinata.
"What's got you all riled up?" Kiba asked, crossing his arms as he eyed Sasuke with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
"Nothing," Sasuke replied sharply, his gaze snapping away from the pair.
Kiba smirked. "You sure? You look like someone stole your last dango."
Sasuke chose not to dignify that with a response. Instead, he fixed his eyes on a distant point, willing himself to ignore the lingering conversation between Hinata and Gaara. He told himself it was inconsequential, that he had more important things to focus on.
But when Hinata laughed softly at something Gaara said, that irritation flared again.
Kiba's smirk grew wider. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous."
Sasuke shot him a cold glare. "Don't be ridiculous."
"Hey, just calling it like I see it," Kiba said, raising his hands in mock defense. "But it's kinda funny seeing you get all worked up."
"I'm not worked up," Sasuke insisted, his tone dangerously low.
"Sure, keep telling yourself that. Maybe you're worried someone is going to steal your spot." Kiba retorted, chuckling.
Before the exchange could escalate, Hinata returned, her expression gentle as always. "Sorry to keep you waiting," she said softly.
"It's fine," Sasuke replied, his voice more controlled. He avoided looking directly at her, not trusting himself to maintain his composure.
"What did you two talk about?" Kiba asked.
Sasuke glared at Kiba, cutting in before Hinata could answer. "Stop being so nosy."
Kiba shot back, "Shut it, no one asked you."
Sasuke smirked. "You're going to give everyone in Konoha a headache with how loud you are."
Before Kiba could respond, Hinata stepped in front of him, placing a gentle hand over his mouth to stop him from barking out another insult. Sasuke couldn't resist the opportunity to jab at him. "Looks like even Hinata's had enough of you."
Kiba mumbled something under Hinata's hand, his face red with frustration. Sasuke smirked at him, clearly amused by the situation. Hinata sent Sasuke a brief glare, but the expression was so soft and adorable that he couldn't help but find it a little...adorable.
Sasuke smirked at Kiba, clearly enjoying watching Hinata cover Kiba's mouth in an attempt to calm him down. But Kiba wasn't done yet. Even muffled, Sasuke could still hear him trying to mutter something through Hinata's hand. Finally, she let go, and Kiba took a deep breath before shooting Sasuke a smug grin.
"You know what, Uchiha? You sure talk big for someone who loves their pillows so much. Princess."
Sasuke's smirk faded, and he froze for a second, blinking as the meaning behind Kiba's words sunk in. Princess? His mind immediately flashed back to Sai airing everyone's business because the women liked to gossip and his wife seemed to tell Sai everything. He could feel the heat rising to his face. Sai must have been running his mouth. He clenched his jaw. Damn it, Sai.
Before Sasuke could react, he heard Hinata's soft voice. "Princess?" She repeated the word, her tone puzzled as she looked between Kiba and Sasuke, clearly not understanding the insult. Her wide, clueless eyes landed on Sasuke, waiting for an explanation.
Sasuke's face heated even more, and he shifted his gaze to Kiba, who was now sporting a full-blown, smug grin. Kiba, realizing that his insult had landed harder than expected, puffed out his chest, clearly pleased with himself.
For a moment, Sasuke simply glared at him, his dark eyes narrowing. Kiba had no idea what he had just implied, but the embarrassment of having Hinata hear that ridiculous nickname gnawed at him. He needed to turn the situation around.
Sasuke's voice was low, and controlled, but cutting edge. "You're awfully concerned with what I do in bed, number two. Should I be worried about your interests?"
Kiba's grin faltered slightly, his mouth opening to respond but no words coming out. Sasuke took a step forward, his smirk returning, darker this time as he continued. "You know, if you spend as much time worrying about your own life instead of mine, you might actually be able to move up from number two."
Kiba sputtered, his face turning a shade of red that nearly matched the red triangles on his face. "What the—!? You—"
Sasuke leaned in, his voice dropping further, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Princess, huh? That's the best you've got? Sounds like you're projecting."
Kiba looked flustered for a moment, clearly thrown off balance, but before he could snap back with another insult, Hinata stepped between them, pressing her hand against Kiba's chest to hold him back. "Kiba-kun," she said softly, her voice calm but firm. "Please, let's not fight. It's really not worth it."
Kiba huffed, still glaring at Sasuke, but he didn't push any further. Sasuke's words had rattled him just enough, and the tension in the air began to dissipate. Hinata turned her attention back to Sasuke, giving him a slight frown, though it lacked any real bite. "You too, Sasuke-kun. Be nice."
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, the ghost of a smirk still playing on his lips. "I'll be nice when he stops being loud."
Kiba, still trying to recover his composure, suddenly grinned again. "You might act tough, but we all know what you really are, Princess." His voice was laced with a hint of satisfaction, but Sasuke could tell that his previous comment had struck a nerve. Still, he had to admit, Kiba was persistent.
Before Sasuke could respond, Kiba suddenly moved toward Hinata and pulled her into a quick hug. "I'll catch up with you later, Hina-chan," he said, pointedly ignoring Sasuke. As he hugged her, Kiba shot Sasuke a challenging look over her shoulder and called out, "Later, Princess."
The nickname hung in the air, and Sasuke could feel his eyebrow twitch in annoyance. Damn that Kiba.
But Sasuke wasn't one to let someone have the last word. As Kiba walked away, Sasuke called after him, his voice smooth and confident. "Careful not to trip over your own tail on the way out, Number Two."
Kiba bristled but didn't stop walking, clearly riled by Sasuke's comment, though he didn't look back, he did raise his middle finger at him. Sasuke watched him go, the smirk firmly back in place.
As soon as Kiba disappeared from view, Sasuke turned to Hinata, who had been quietly watching the whole exchange. She still seemed a little confused by the whole situation, and her cheeks were slightly flushed, though it was hard to tell if it was from embarrassment or just from being caught between the two of them.
"You really should try harder at being nice, Sasuke," she said softly, though there was a hint of amusement in her tone.
Sasuke shrugged. "I hope you're giving him these same lectures. Seems like he's the one who needs them more than I do." He said.
Hinata smiled softly, shaking her head. "Kiba-kun has been like that for as long as I can remember." She glanced up at Sasuke.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "He's loud. That's his problem."
Hinata giggled softly, covering her mouth. "He's just... passionate."
"Too passionate," Sasuke muttered, though there was a lightness to his voice now as he walked beside her.
As they walked, Sasuke's curiosity got the better of him, and he glanced sideways at her. "So... you and Gaara. You two close?"
Hinata shook her head, her tone casual. "No, we're not particularly close. We just bond over flowers. Gaara has a lot of interest in flowers, and it's something we talk about whenever we see each other."
Sasuke said nothing for a moment, taking in her response. She continued, her voice softening, "I actually wanted to apologize again for Naruto-kun's behavior that day. I spoke to Gaara-sama, and he said it was fine. He and Naruto already talked, and things are okay between them."
Sasuke gave a small nod, his expression neutral. "Naruto has a way of forming bonds with people."
Hinata smiled warmly. "He does. Gaara-sama is a precious friend of Naruto-kun's."
Sasuke's gaze shifted slightly at her words. He didn't ask anything more about Gaara, but the thought of the two of them talking still irked him slightly. For reasons he didn't entirely understand, the idea of Gaara being close to Hinata bothered him. But instead of dwelling on it, he simply walked beside her in silence, his mind wandering to other things. Like killing Sai.
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As they walked side by side down the leaf-strewn path, Hinata felt an ease and comfort that only Sasuke could bring. They didn't have a particular destination in mind; it was simply enough to be in each other's company. The recent months had brought many changes into Hinata's life, her divorce from Naruto being one of the most significant. Yet in this new chapter, Sasuke had become a pillar of quiet strength and companionship.
With each step, Hinata found herself more aware of Sasuke's presence beside her—his calm demeanor, the thoughtful pauses before he spoke, and the occasional glances he cast her way. His teasing brought a gentle warmth to her cheeks, and his kindness soothed the turmoil that sometimes gripped her heart. Sasuke was honest and open in ways that surprised her, supporting her without smothering, guiding without leading. Every gesture, every word, seemed to draw her closer into a sphere of comfort and safety she had begun to cherish.
Amid these feelings, there were others, less understood but increasingly persistent. A flutter of excitement when she saw him, a pang of longing when he left. Hinata noticed the way her heart raced a bit faster with his lightest touch or his deep, gentle laugh. It confused her, this blend of familiarity and new, stirring emotions.
Lost in her thoughts, she almost didn't notice when Sasuke turned down a street leading to a small bakery. Curious, she followed, watching him with a slight tilt of her head. He mentioned he needed to pick something up, his tone casual. Inside, the warm smell of baked goods enveloped them, and Hinata's curiosity grew as Sasuke walked up to the counter.
She found a table near the window, her gaze alternating between the bustling activity outside and Sasuke speaking to the clerk. He received a light blue box, which sparked even more curiosity in her. What could it be?
When Sasuke returned to the table, his expression unreadable, he slid the box across the table towards her. "For you," he said simply, his voice carrying that familiar hint of detachment that somehow felt intimate when directed at her.
Hinata eyed the box, then looked up at him. "What's this for?" she asked, her voice a mixture of confusion.
"It's a formal thank you," Sasuke replied. "For the birthday gift you gave me."
Hinata's fingers hesitated over the lid of the box before lifting it. Inside, a beautifully frosted cinnamon roll lay nestled against the box, the word "Thanks" written in purple icing across it in elegant script. Her eyes widened slightly, and a warm flush spread across her cheeks.
"You didn't have to do this, Sasuke," she murmured, trying to push the box back towards him, her hands slightly trembling with the mix of emotions swirling within her.
Sasuke didn't budge, his gaze firm. "I know I didn't have to. But I wanted to. Accept it, Hinata."
Their eyes locked in a gentle standoff, and finally, Hinata relented, her smile soft but radiant. "Thank you, Sasuke," she said, her voice low but filled with genuine appreciation.
Sasuke nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Your gift was the best I've ever received," he continued, his voice losing some of its usual reserve. "I look at that photo album every day. It was thoughtful, and I wanted to show my gratitude. And I know you like those…rotten cinnamon rolls."
Hinata laughed softly. "They're not rotten," she teased back, her eyes twinkling with humor and affection.
Her heart did that strange dance again, fluttering wildly in her chest as she looked at Sasuke. She was coming to terms with her feelings. She liked Sasuke, perhaps more deeply than she had initially realized. "I'll savor this later," she said, closing the box gently, already treasuring the moment.
Sasuke gave a nonchalant shrug, as if it mattered little to him when she enjoyed the treat, but his eyes were soft, his gaze lingering on her just a moment longer.
As they stood to leave the bakery, Hinata felt a mix of emotions. Joy, gratitude, and a growing acceptance of the tender feelings blossoming within her. Sasuke was more than just a friend; he was becoming a part of her heart.
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As the evening settled in, Hinata found herself alone in the kitchen, the soft clatter of cooking utensils filling the quiet space. The aroma of dinner cooking was comforting, but it did little to distract her from the turmoil swirling inside her. She was preparing a dinner for Himawar, her mind occasionally drifting to Sasuke and the complex weave of emotions his presence ignited within her.
Hinata knew her feelings for Sasuke were deepening beyond the simple friendship they shared. But as she stood there, chopping vegetables and stirring pots, she couldn't help but think about the possible repercussions. Naruto, her ex-husband, still held a tender place in her heart. The thought of him discovering her growing affection for Sasuke, his best friend, made her stomach churn with guilt.
And then there was Sakura. Hinata could only imagine the shock and perhaps hurt it would cause if Sakura found out that Hinata had feelings for her ex-husband. The dynamic among them was complicated enough without adding unspoken attractions into the mix.
Hinata shook her head, trying to dispel these thoughts. She shouldn't like Sasuke in that way. She needed to bury those feelings, to push them down into a place where they couldn't affect her daily life or her friendships. Sasuke was her best friend, and she was someone who had managed to breach the walls he put up against others. Their connection was unique.
They had both experienced profound loss and understood the weight of carrying on despite it. Sasuke, with his complex history and his efforts to atone for his past, shared his thoughts with her in ways he did with few others. They could sit in silence without it ever feeling awkward, each finding comfort in the other's mere presence.
As she glanced at the blue box containing the cinnamon roll—a sweet gesture from Sasuke that meant so much more than just thanks—Hinata felt a pang of longing. Every small interaction with him, from his rare smiles to the way his hand occasionally brushed against hers, sparked a warmth inside her that she struggled to ignore. Each touch, each look, seemed to pull her deeper into her feelings for him.
But then her thoughts turned to Naruto. She could almost see the hurt in his eyes if he ever found out, and the thought made her heart ache. Naruto had been through so much, and despite their separation, she cared deeply about his happiness.
With a heavy sigh, Hinata decided to keep her feelings locked away. She couldn't risk the fallout that might come from them— not just for her sake, but for everyone involved. It was better to cherish the friendship she had with Sasuke than to pursue something more and potentially lose everything.
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Sasuke walked into his house, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. As he stepped inside, he immediately noticed Karin sitting on the couch, flipping through the pages of the photo album Hinata had gifted him. The moment the door closed, Karin jumped in surprise and quickly shut the book, trying to look as if she hadn't been prying.
Sasuke let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head as he stepped further into the room. "Are you still looking through that?"
Karin squealed in delight, clearly unbothered by the fact that she'd been caught. "I couldn't help it! You were such a cutie when you were younger, Sasuke-kun." Her voice was teasing, but there was genuine affection in her tone as she beamed at him.
Sasuke rolled his eyes but allowed a small, almost imperceptible smile to tug at his lips as he sat down next to her on the couch. He leaned back, resting his arm on the back of the sofa, while Karin scooted closer to him, snuggling up to his side without a second thought.
"You know, you should really get a TV in here," Karin said, glancing around the room as if the absence of a screen was some sort of tragedy. "There's nothing to do in this living room."
Sasuke's response was as blunt as ever. "I don't really watch TV that often."
That was mostly true. While he stayed with Hinata and Naruto, there were times when he found it comforting to watch TV, especially with Hinata. Something about sitting in a room with her, enjoying the peaceful quiet while the screen flickered with whatever show she chose—it had been a rare kind of comfort. But for his own space, he preferred the quiet, the absence of distraction.
Sasuke glanced down at Karin. "Are you planning on staying for much longer?"
Karin's eyes widened slightly, clearly taken aback by the sudden question. She tilted her head playfully, though there was a faint edge of insecurity in her tone. "Are you saying you're ready for me to leave, Sasuke-kun?"
Sasuke shrugged, his voice even. "I'm not sure I want Sarada coming over to stay the night with you here." He paused, watching her reaction. "I'm not trying to be rude, but I don't want any misunderstandings. The only reason I haven't said anything yet is because Sarada hasn't been over lately."
Karin's playful demeanor faltered, and she pouted slightly, her hand resting against his chest as she absorbed his words. "I get it," she murmured, though there was a hint of disappointment in her voice. She shifted closer to him, her fingers gliding up under his shirt, and she pressed a soft kiss to the side of his neck.
Karin's breath warmed Sasuke's neck as she whispered, "Want to go to the bedroom, or should we stay out here?" Her voice was low, teasing, as her lips brushed the skin just beneath his jaw.
Sasuke didn't answer immediately. Instead, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a slow, deliberate kiss. The room around them seemed to fade away, and for a moment, Sasuke allowed himself to get lost in the sensation of her lips on his, the warmth of her body pressing against his. Her hands slid up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt as her body moved to straddle his lap.
Karin's hips shifted, grinding against him, and Sasuke could feel her impatience through the deliberate way she pressed herself against him. His hand instinctively found its place on her waist, gripping her firmly, yet there was a restraint in his touch. He deepened the kiss for a moment, their movements fluid, before he pulled back slightly, just enough for their eyes to meet.
Her eyes, half-lidded with desire, searched his, but she didn't stop her movements. The rhythm of her body against his was deliberate, slow, teasing, as if waiting for him to give in. Sasuke's gaze darkened, but his grip on her waist tightened ever so slightly, a silent command for her to slow down.
The air between them thickened with the unspoken tension, the heat of the moment intensifying. Karin's lips found his again, a soft moan escaping her as she leaned into him, her body pressing harder against his. Sasuke's breath hitched, his hand slipping down to the curve of her hips, holding her steady.
He didn't need to say anything. The silence, punctuated only by their mingled breaths, was filled with anticipation, each touch building on the last. Karin's fingers trailed up his chest and along his neck, tangling in his hair as she moved closer, her lips brushing his ear in a soft whisper, "Let's move to the bedroom."
Sasuke's eyes flickered with something unspoken, but he didn't break the intensity of the moment. Instead, his lips found hers again, answering her question with action rather than words.
Sasuke stood, lifting Karin effortlessly as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The soft rustle of fabric accompanied their movements as he carried her toward the bedroom. The dim lighting cast elongated shadows along the hallway walls, and the atmosphere was thick with unspoken emotions.
As they entered the bedroom, Karin's fingers traced the line of his jaw, her eyes searching his face. Sasuke's expression was stoic, but there was a subtle tension in his gaze. He set her down gently on the edge of the bed, and for a moment, he paused, his hand lingering on her shoulder.
Karin noticed the fleeting hesitation, her brows knitting together slightly. She reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. "Everything okay?" she murmured softly.
He met her eyes, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his own. Instead of answering, Sasuke leaned in, capturing her lips once more. The kiss was slower this time, almost contemplative as if he was searching for something within the connection.
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Three days later…
Hinata walked slowly down the spice aisle of the grocery store, her fingers grazing over the jars and bottles of various seasonings. She had already picked up the salt she needed, but the colors and labels of the other spices always caught her attention. She loved cooking for her children, and experimenting with new flavors brought a quiet joy to her days. As her eyes lingered between a jar of coriander and one of cumin, she was lost in thought, trying to decide which one would add the perfect touch to tonight's meal.
Then, out of nowhere, a voice whispered her name, low and deep. "Hinata Hyuga."
Startled, Hinata gasped and jumped back, clutching the basket in her hand as her heart raced. She turned quickly to see Kiba standing behind her, laughing, his wide grin spread across his face.
"Kiba-kun!" she scolded, frowning at him, her heart still pounding. "You scared me!"
Kiba chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. "Sorry, Hina-chan," he said between laughs. "I couldn't resist! You were so focused, I had to."
Hinata sighed but couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips. She gave him a playful frown, trying to show him she wasn't really mad, even though her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. Kiba wrapped an arm around her shoulder in a quick side hug.
"Seriously though, sorry. I saw you when I was walking by and I knew you'd be here forever trying to decide." He glanced down at the spices she was holding and smirked. "Coriander or cumin, right?"
Hinata blushed. He knew her too well. "H-How did you know?"
Kiba grinned. "Because it's always between two spices. You get that same look on your face every time."
She smiled shyly, feeling a little flustered that he could read her so easily. "I guess I do."
"Tell you what," Kiba said, eyeing the jars in her hands. "I'll buy whichever one you don't pick."
"Oh, no, Kiba-kun, that's not necessary," Hinata replied quickly, trying to refuse. "I can handle it."
Kiba gave her a pointed look, holding out his hand. "We go through this all the time, Hina. Just give it to me."
With a small sigh, Hinata relented, handing him the jar of cumin. Kiba tossed it into his basket with a satisfied grin. "See? Was that so hard?"
They walked out of the aisle together, the familiar comfort of their friendship surrounding them. Years ago, when she was just starting to date Naruto and before Kiba had gotten together with Tamaki, they had developed this little habit of grocery shopping together. It had started by accident—bumping into each other at the store one evening. Kiba, always looking for an excuse to hang out, had suggested they finish their shopping together, and before long, it became a regular thing. It was nice back then, sharing small moments in between their busy lives.
But once she married Naruto, those grocery trips had naturally stopped. Life had taken them down different paths. Kiba with Tamaki, and Hinata with her children and Naruto. Even so, running into him now brought back that nostalgic, familiar feeling.
As they reached the checkout line, Hinata glanced at Kiba. "Are you doing the shopping for Tamaki?"
Kiba nodded. "Yeah, she's got a cold, so I'm on 'motherly duties' right now," he said with a laugh. "Cooking soup, making sure she's warm… You know, I'm pretty good at taking care of people." His voice was full of pride as usual.
Hinata smiled softly at that. "I'm sure she appreciates it, Kiba-kun. You're always so caring."
Kiba smirked, puffing his chest out a bit. "Of course! I'm gonna get my girl back in good health in no time."
"Does Tamaki need anything else?" Hinata asked, always wanting to help.
"Nah, I got it covered." Kiba paused, then scratched the back of his head. "Actually, uh…can you help me make homemade chicken noodle soup? I kinda don't want to mess that one up."
Hinata's heart warmed at his request. Kiba could be rough around the edges, but his love for Tamaki was clear. "Of course, Kiba-kun," she said softly. "I'd be happy to help. We can do it today if you'd like."
Kiba's grin widened. "That's what I was hoping for."
Once they paid for their groceries, they headed to her house. The door clicked shut behind them as they entered, and Hinata moved toward the kitchen, setting down her bags. Kiba followed, already familiar with where everything belonged in her kitchen. Without a word, he started helping her put away the groceries.
There was a comfortable silence between them as they worked. When they were done, Hinata began setting out the ingredients for the soup, explaining each step carefully as she went along. Kiba was attentive, following her instructions closely, even though she could see the occasional look of concentration that meant he was trying his best not to mess up.
At one point, Hinata noticed a hesitation in Kiba's movements. His usually carefree demeanor seemed more serious, and he was quieter than usual. Concerned, she stopped what she was doing and looked up at him.
"Kiba-kun," she asked gently, "what is it? Is something bothering you?"
Kiba's eyes met hers briefly before he sighed, clearly gathering his thoughts. "I'm gonna be honest with you, Hina-chan," he began, his voice uncharacteristically low. "And I hope you can understand where I'm coming from."
Hinata felt a pang of nervousness at his serious tone. "What is it, Kiba-kun?"
He quickly shook his head, raising his hand in reassurance. "It's not bad. But…I am kinda hurt."
Hinata blinked, her heart tightening. "Hurt? Why?"
Kiba sighed again, putting down the spoon he'd been using. "It's about you and Sasuke."
"Sasuke" Hinata echoed.
"Yeah," Kiba muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know you're friends with him, and it's not my place to tell you who you can or can't be friends with. But…it bothers me. A lot, actually."
Kiba hesitated, his eyes narrowing as if he was searching for the right words. "You're like my family, Hina-chan," he said, his voice softer now. "But ever since you and Sasuke became close, I feel like I've been pushed to the side. I try not to think about it, but I can't help feeling like…like he knows more about you now than I do. Like he's come in and taken my place."
Hinata's heart tugged painfully at his words. Kiba had always been protective of her, even from their Genin days, and his loyalty and fierce affection had been constants in her life. She knew he was territorial with the people he cared about, and hearing the emotion in his voice made her chest ache.
"Kiba-kun…" she started, her voice quiet and filled with concern.
"I know I sound jealous, and I hate that I feel like this," Kiba interrupted, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. "That's why I asked you that day if I'm still your best friend. I don't want to come across like some clingy guy, but it's been bothering me for a while."
Hinata felt her throat tighten as she took in Kiba's words. She hadn't realized how deeply he had been affected by her friendship with Sasuke. She stepped closer, gently placing a hand on his arm. "Kiba-kun, you're my brother," she said softly, her eyes searching his face. "No one will ever take your place. You're important to me."
Kiba's frown deepened slightly, his eyes darting away for a moment. "But…you call Sasuke your best friend now. How's that different from me? I've known you the longest, Hina-chan."
Hinata bit her lip, feeling flustered under Kiba's piercing gaze. She wasn't sure how to explain the difference, but she knew it was there. "It just is," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "You and Sasuke are both my best friends, but in different ways."
Kiba narrowed his eyes at her, clearly unsatisfied with her vague answer. He tilted his head down, looking like he was about to say something more, but then he hesitated. After a long pause, he muttered under his breath, "I need to remind that guy who's really number one."
Hinata let out a soft sigh, a small smile tugging at her lips. She could see how much this was weighing on Kiba, but his playful competitiveness was still there, simmering beneath the surface. "Kiba-kun, titles, and numbers don't matter. You don't need to prove anything to Sasuke," she said, her voice soft and calming. "I just want you and Sasuke to get along someday. Can you try that for me?"
Kiba pouted, his lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at her. "I don't know about that," he grumbled, his tone stubborn. "That guy gets on my nerves."
Hinata chuckled softly. "I know he does," she said, her smile growing a little. "But I believe in you. You'll find a way to tolerate each other."
Kiba didn't say anything for a moment, still pouting, but eventually, he gave a resigned sigh. "Fine. I'll try…for you."
"Thank you, Kiba-kun," Hinata said, her heart warming at his words.
Kiba gave her a sidelong glance, his lips quirking into a small smirk. "But don't expect me to go easy on him. He's still 'Number Two' in my book."
Hinata shook her head, smiling at his stubbornness, as she turned back to the soup ingredients. "You're hopeless, Kiba-kun," she teased lightly.
"Yeah, yeah," Kiba muttered, but she could see the fondness in his expression as they continued prepping the food together. Despite his jealousy, despite the banter, Hinata knew Kiba would always be there for her—and that bond, no matter how much life changed, would never fade.
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Kiba stood by the door, adjusting the grocery bags in his hands. "Thanks for the help with the soup, Hina-chan," he said, giving her a genuine smile. "I'll let you know how Tamaki likes it."
Hinata smiled warmly in return, walking him to the door. "I'm sure she'll love it, Kiba-kun. You did a great job."
He grinned, puffing out his chest slightly, as if proud of his culinary skills. "Yeah, well, let's hope it knocks that cold out of her fast." He turned, opening the door, and waved over his shoulder as he stepped outside. "I'll see you later. And don't let that Uchiha steal all your time, got it?"
Hinata chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Take care, Kiba-kun," she said, watching him disappear down the street.
Just as she was about to close the door, a familiar distortion of space appeared on her front porch. Sasuke stepped through his portal, his dark hair slightly tousled by the summer breeze. Hinata's heart skipped a beat as her eyes took him in. He wasn't wearing his usual cloak today. Instead, he had on a fitted black shirt, paired with dark pants. The lack of his usual cloak made him seem more casual, though the intensity in his demeanor never wavered.
Their eyes met briefly, and Hinata quickly looked away, her cheeks warming slightly. "Sasuke… I wasn't expecting you," she said softly, her voice tinged with surprise.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his otherwise stoic expression. "You should. We see each other often enough."
Hinata smiled at his dry humor but felt the flutter in her chest intensify. He was right; they spent a lot of time together, especially when it came to training. Sasuke's presence had become a regular part of her life in a way that still surprised her.
"I was about to train," Sasuke continued, his sharp eyes scanning her briefly. "Thought I'd see if you wanted to join me."
Hinata hesitated for a moment, feeling the familiar mix of excitement and nervousness rise inside her. "I can," she said, "but I'll need to change into my training gear. I'll be ready soon."
Sasuke gave a small nod. "I'll wait here."
With that, Hinata hurried up the stairs to change. Her thoughts swirled as she slipped into her training clothes, mentally preparing herself. Stay focused. Don't get distracted, she reminded herself. Training with Sasuke was always intense, and she couldn't afford to let her feelings get in the way. Yet, every time they spent time together lately, she found herself drawn to him in ways she couldn't quite control.
When she returned, Sasuke was still waiting on the porch, his gaze distant as if lost in thought. She stepped out, and they began their walk to the training grounds together, the air between them calm yet charged with the anticipation of the spar ahead.
At the training ground, Hinata took her stance, the familiar weight of her emotions pressing at the back of her mind. Sasuke stood across from her, his expression unreadable, his single arm hanging loose but ready. He moved first, his speed catching her off guard as his fist swung through the air in a precise arc. She raised her palm just in time, blocking the strike, but the force of the blow sent her skidding back a few steps.
Her heart raced—not just from the fight, but from the way his hand had brushed against hers. His grip was strong, and steady, and it lingered in her thoughts far longer than it should have. His hand had nearly engulfed hers, the heat of his skin against her palm making her pulse quicken. She tried to shake it off, focusing on the fight as she activated her Byakugan.
Hinata countered with a swift series of strikes, aiming for his chakra points, but Sasuke dodged effortlessly. His movements were graceful, and calculated, each dodge and block fluid like water. His sharp eyes—those intense, dark eyes—never left hers, and every time he closed the distance between them, Hinata felt her mind falter.
She couldn't help but notice the details about him. The sharpness of his jawline, the way his raven hair framed his face, the thin sheen of sweat on his brow catching the afternoon light. His breaths, deep and steady, mingled with hers as they moved around the training field. She tried to focus on his techniques, the fluidity of his attacks, but her mind kept drifting back to him. His proximity. His presence. His intensity.
Another blow came, but instead of defending properly, she hesitated. He pulled out his sword. His blade came down, this time forcing her to block with both hands. Her fingers brushed against his sword hilt, the closeness sending another wave of heat through her. Sasuke moved in even closer, his presence overwhelming, and she stumbled backward, her back hitting the rough bark of a tree.
Before she could recover, Sasuke had already pinned her, this tip of his blade pressed lightly against her neck, his body inches from hers. She could feel the heat radiating from him, their breaths mingling as they both tried to catch their breath. His face hovered so close to hers, the sharp lines of his cheekbones and the piercing gaze of his eyes locked onto hers.
"You're off today," Sasuke said, his voice calm yet laced with something deeper, as he slowly pulled away. He sheathed his sword, his gaze never leaving her face.
Hinata's cheeks flushed in embarrassment as she looked down, her body still pressed against the tree. She couldn't believe she'd let herself get distracted. "I...I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice small and almost drowned by the rapid beating of her heart.
Sasuke didn't respond immediately, but she could feel his eyes on her, assessing, as she kept her gaze fixed on the ground. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words, until Sasuke finally broke it.
"Are you okay?" His voice was softer than before, but his concern was clear.
Hinata nodded quickly, still unable to meet his eyes. "Yes, I'm fine," she replied, though even she wasn't convinced. The way her hand had fit so perfectly into his during their clash, the way his proximity had made her mind swirl with thoughts she had tried to bury—it was all too much.
Sasuke was quiet again, and for a moment, she wondered if he could tell. He was always so perceptive, able to read people's emotions with ease. Was he noticing her feelings? Could he sense the turmoil inside her?
He moved away, walking to the other side of the training ground, leaning casually against another tree. "You sure nothing's bothering you?" he asked again, his tone still neutral but with a thread of concern. "If it's about Naruto—"
"No," she interrupted, shaking her head a bit too quickly. "It's not Naruto-kun. I'm fine, really." She forced a smile, trying to ease his worry. She couldn't let him see what was truly bothering her. The feelings she had tried so hard to suppress kept rising, threatening to spill out every time they were close.
Sasuke only hummed in response, his eyes lingering on her a moment longer before he looked away. He didn't press further, but Hinata could feel the weight of his gaze still heavy in the air. The tension between them wasn't just from the spar—it was something deeper, something she wasn't ready to confront.
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As Hinata and Sasuke walked along the narrow trail leading back to the streets of Konoha, the familiar sounds of the village slowly crept into the background. The late afternoon light filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the path. Hinata kept her gaze on the ground as they walked, her thoughts drifting to the upcoming night with the girls.
"Later tonight is girls' night," Hinata said, her voice quiet but steady. "I'm…a little nervous."
Sasuke glanced at her, his brow furrowing slightly. "Why are you nervous?"
Hinata bit her lip, hesitating before continuing. "I haven't hung out with all of them at once since my wedding. I'm worried about… you know, getting too drunk. I don't want to make a fool of myself."
Sasuke's lips twitched in a subtle smirk, his tone light and teasing. "You'll amuse them. Don't worry about it."
Despite herself, Hinata smiled at his words, feeling a bit of the tension leave her shoulders. Sasuke had a way of teasing her that was both comforting and reassuring. He never made her feel small or silly—just like he believed she could handle more than she sometimes gave herself credit for.
"I hope so," she murmured, thinking of the night ahead. She really did want it to go well. Ino, Sakura, Tenten, and the others were always so lively, and Hinata sometimes felt she couldn't quite match their energy. But she wanted to have fun tonight, to connect with them again in a way she hadn't in so long. Maybe even let herself relax a little.
"Are you going to Shushu-ya?" Sasuke asked suddenly.
Hinata nodded, looking up at him. "Yes…why?"
Sasuke didn't answer right away, his gaze steady as they walked. "What time?"
Hinata raised an eyebrow at him, her expression puzzled as she slowed her pace. "Around seven… why do you want to know?"
Sasuke's eyes flicked ahead as he spoke casually, "I'll be around the area. I'll wait until I see you leave and walk you home."
Heat flooded Hinata's face as she quickly shook her head, her heart suddenly racing. "Sasuke, you really don't have to do that. I can get myself home just fine."
Sasuke glanced at her, his expression calm but firm. "At least meet me at the bench near the BBQ place. I'll walk you halfway."
Hinata's pulse quickened, her gaze darting away as she tried to calm her pounding heart. There was something about the way he said it—so matter-of-fact like it wasn't up for debate—that flustered her more than she expected. "I…I'll grant you that," she mumbled, feeling her cheeks heat up. "But I really can get home just fine, you know."
"I don't doubt it," Sasuke said smoothly, a faint glint of amusement in his eyes. "But I've seen you drunk before, and I can only imagine how you'd look walking down the street when you could barely make it up the stairs that night."
Hinata's face turned an even deeper shade of red as the memory resurfaced. The night she'd come home after drinking with Sakura and Ino when Sasuke had been staying with them and she had stumbled up the stairs, barely managing to keep herself upright. He had stepped in to help her when she was halfway up, clearly unable to stand watching her struggle any longer.
She let out a small, embarrassed sigh. "I…I don't want to ever bring that night up again."
Sasuke's smirk deepened, his voice laced with playful teasing. "Fine. I won't mention it for your sake. But that just means I get to tease you whenever you're drunk. You're entertaining."
Hinata pouted, her lips forming a small frown. "That's not fair, Sasuke." She tried to muster up some indignation, but the warmth in her chest made it hard to feel anything but flustered.
Sasuke's smirk lingered, but he said nothing more, allowing the comfortable silence to settle between them. Despite her initial embarrassment, Hinata couldn't help but smile softly to herself. Sasuke's teasing, as much as it made her blush, always came with a sense of care, and knowing he would be nearby tonight made her feel… safe.
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Hinata's sandals tapped softly against the cobblestone streets of Konoha as she made her way toward Shushu-ya. The evening air was warm, carrying with it the faint scent of cherry blossoms and the distant hum of village life winding down. Her heart fluttered with each step, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling within her. The soft glow of lanterns illuminated her path, casting gentle shadows that danced with the sway of her movements.
As she approached the entrance of the bustling izakaya, the lively chatter and laughter from within grew louder, wrapping around her like an embrace. Pausing for a moment, she took a deep breath, smoothing the fabric of her outfit.
Stepping inside, Hinata's pale eyes scanned the room, momentarily overwhelmed by the sea of faces and the clinking of glasses. The warm aroma of grilled food and the rich scent of sake filled the air.
"Hey, Hinata! Over here!" Tenten's cheerful voice cut through the noise.
Hinata's gaze followed the sound to see Tenten and Ino waving energetically from a corner table. A smile spread across her lips, and she felt a wave of relief wash over her. She weaved her way through the crowded room, offering polite nods and gentle smiles to familiar faces.
As she reached the table, Ino stood to give her a quick hug. "It's so good to see you!" Ino exclaimed, her eyes bright with enthusiasm.
"Hi, everyone," Hinata greeted softly, her cheeks tinged with a light blush. "I hope I'm not too late."
"Not at all!" Karui waved a dismissive hand, her vibrant red hair swaying. "We just got started."
Temari smirked, leaning back in her chair. "Come on, have a seat. We've got a lot of catching up to do."
Tamaki patted the chair beside her, her eyes warm and inviting. "Sit next to me, Hinata!"
Grateful, Hinata settled into the seat, the friendly atmosphere easing her initial nervousness. "How have you all been?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"Busy as ever," Tenten replied, rolling her eyes playfully. "But tonight's all about relaxing."
Ino leaned in conspiratorially. "And maybe a little gossip," she added with a wink.
Hinata laughed softly, feeling the knots in her stomach untangle. The conversation flowed effortlessly as they ordered their first round of drinks. The amber liquid in her glass shimmered under the soft lighting, and she took a tentative sip, the warmth spreading through her.
"So, Hinata," Tenten began, her brown eyes observing her keenly. "How have you been holding up? We haven't seen much of you lately."
Hinata hesitated for a split second but then offered a reassuring smile. "I've been fine, just keeping busy with the children and… training occasionally."
"Still working on those gentle fist techniques?" Temari asked, her interest piqued.
Hinata nodded. "Yes, and exploring some new ones as well."
"That's great to hear," Tamaki said, her voice gentle. She gave Hinata's hand a subtle squeeze under the table, a silent gesture of support.
As the evening progressed, the drinks kept coming, and the atmosphere grew more animated. Laughter erupted frequently, and stories from missions and daily life were shared with increasing exuberance.
Temari leaned forward, her cheeks flushed. "You should have seen Shikamaru the other day," she chuckled. "He tried to teach our son a strategy game, but ended up getting outsmarted himself!"
Karui burst into laughter. "Sounds like something Omoi would have did!"
Tenten grinned mischievously. "Speaking of which, who's up for a little friendly competition?" She held up a set of chopsticks, challenging eyes scanning the group.
"Not again," Ino groaned, though her smile betrayed her amusement. "You know you always win."
"Only because you all let me," Tenten teased.
Amidst the laughter and playful banter, Hinata felt a warmth blooming in her chest. She hadn't realized how much she missed this—the camaraderie, the ease of being surrounded by friends who accepted her just as she was.
"Hey, Hinata," Tamaki whispered, leaning her head on Hinata's shoulder. "I'm so glad you came tonight."
Hinata smiled softly. "Me too."
As another round of drinks arrived, Ino clapped her hands together. "Alright, ladies, time for some real talk."
Sakura raised an eyebrow, her glass poised at her lips. "Uh-oh, what do you have in mind?"
Ino smirked. "Oh, just wondering how everyone's love lives are going."
Groans and chuckles echoed around the table.
"Pass," Temari said immediately, taking a swig of her drink. "I'd rather not discuss how my husband still thinks cloud-watching is an acceptable way to spend the day."
Karui snorted. "Could be worse. At least he isn't obsessed with junk food."
The group dissolved into laughter again, but Sakura remained quiet, her gaze fixed on the contents of her glass.
Noticing the shift, Ino placed a comforting hand on her friend's arm. "Sakura, you okay?"
Sakura sighed softly, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, just…thinking."
"About Sasuke?" Ino prompted gently.
Hinata felt her heart skip a beat at the mention of his name. She glanced down, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass.
"Maybe," Sakura admitted. "It's just frustrating sometimes. Work is exhausting, and…I guess I feel like I messed things up between us with my jealousy."
"You can't blame yourself for everything," Ino said firmly. "He was gone for years, Sakura. Disappearing without a word, leaving you and Sarada behind…that's not fair to you."
Sakura bit her lip, her eyes glistening slightly. "I know, but…he wasn't all bad. When he was home, he could be so sweet. The way he'd hold my hand, or those rare moments he'd open up…I miss that."
Tamaki spoke. "You're strong, Sakura. And you're not alone."
"Yeah," Karui added. "We're here for you."
Hinata watched the exchange, a mix of emotions swirling within her. She felt empathy for Sakura's pain but also a pang of guilt. Her thoughts drifted to Sasuke—the time they'd spent together, the quiet moments during training, the subtle ways he showed he cared.
She recalled how he'd go out of his way to help her refine a technique, the intensity in his eyes when he focused solely on her movements. The faint smirk he gave when he teased her about being too gentle, the way his gaze softened ever so slightly when she laughed at his rare jokes.
"Do you ever think about giving it another try?" Tenten asked, her tone cautious.
Sakura shrugged. "Sometimes. But I don't know if things would be any different."
Ino huffed. "Well, he is undeniably attractive," she said with a wink.
A chorus of agreement and giggles followed.
"He is handsome," Temari conceded. "In that brooding, mysterious way."
"Remember when he first came back to the village?" Tenten mused. "He had that rugged look going on."
Hinata felt her cheeks warm, remaining silent as the others discussed Sasuke's appearance. Her mind painted vivid images of him—the sharp angles of his face, the way his dark hair framed his intense eyes, the grace with which he moved.
Sakura sighed wistfully. "He doesn't show it often, but he's passionate. There were moments when he'd surprise me with how tender he could be."
Hinata's heart tightened. She thought of the subtle ways Sasuke showed he cared—the way he'd wait for her after training to make sure she got home safely, the rare instances he'd share a quiet moment under the stars, the thoughtful gestures that spoke volumes despite his reserved nature.
She remembered noticing the slight flare of his nostrils when something annoyed him, the almost imperceptible lift of his eyebrow when he was about to tease her. Those small nuances that others might miss but she had come to recognize and cherish.
"Earth to Hinata!" Ino's voice broke through her reverie.
Hinata blinked, realizing all eyes were on her. "Oh, sorry," she said softly, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.
"Lost in thought?" Tamaki teased gently.
"Just thinking," Hinata replied, offering a small smile.
"Well, don't let us bore you," Karui joked.
"Not at all," Hinata assured them.
As the conversation continued, Hinata felt a growing realization settle over her. The feelings she'd been trying to suppress, the ones she'd buried deep within her heart—they were surfacing, undeniable and strong.
She no longer thought about Naruto or the what-ifs of her past marriage. Instead, her mind was filled with thoughts of Sasuke—the way he made her feel understood, the silent support he offered, the connection that seemed to deepen with each passing day.
A soft laugh from Sakura drew her attention back to the table. "Well, regardless of everything, I hope he finds happiness," Sakura said sincerely. "We all deserve that."
Hinata nodded subtly, her gaze drifting to the flickering candle at the center of the table. She took a deep breath, accepting the truth she could no longer ignore.
She liked Sasuke.
The weight of the realization was both terrifying and liberating. A mixture of fear and hope swirled within her, but she knew one thing for certain—she could no longer keep these feelings locked away.
"Are you okay?" Tamaki's voice was gentle, her eyes filled with concern.
Hinata met her gaze, a newfound clarity in her own. "Yes," she said softly, a genuine smile gracing her lips. "I think I am."
Tamaki returned the smile, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Good."
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The evening had unfolded like a warm embrace, but now it was time to part ways. Stepping out of Shushu-ya, Hinata was met with the cool caress of the night air. The lanterns lining the streets cast a gentle glow, illuminating the soft flush on her cheeks. She swayed slightly, the effects of the drinks evident in her unsteady stance.
Temari chuckled, noticing Hinata's wobble. "Looks like someone had a bit too much fun tonight," she teased, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
Karui grinned, nudging Tenten playfully. "She's a Hyuga; she can handle it," she quipped.
Hinata giggled softly, trying to steady herself. "I'm perfectly fine," she insisted, though her words were laced with a light slur.
Sakura stepped forward, her brows knitted with concern. "Are you sure you can get home okay?" she asked gently. "We can walk with you if you need."
Tamaki nodded in agreement, her gaze warm yet worried. "It's no trouble at all, Hinata."
Feeling a surge of determination, Hinata shook her head. "Really, I appreciate it, but I'm alright," she assured them, offering a reassuring smile. She knew Sasuke would be waiting for her at the bench near the BBQ place. At least shew hoped.
Temari waved a dismissive hand. "She said she's fine. Plus, it's not like Hinata can't take care of herself."
"Exactly," Tenten chimed in. "She might be a bit tipsy, but she's got this."
Sakura hesitated for a moment before relenting. "If you're sure..."
Hinata nodded firmly. "I am. Thank you all for tonight. It was wonderful."
They exchanged hugs and farewells, the group dispersing into the night with laughter and promises to meet again soon.
As Hinata began her journey, she concentrated on each step, willing herself to appear as composed as possible. The village was quieting down, the soft murmurs of distant conversations and the rustling of leaves filling the air. Her heart fluttered with each stride, anticipation building as she neared the familiar meeting spot.
Turning onto the street near the BBQ place, her eyes landed on Sasuke seated on the bench.
Her pulse quickened. Gathering her courage, she walked toward him, trying her best to maintain a steady gait. As she approached, he looked up, dark eyes locking onto hers. A subtle shift in his expression indicated he noticed her less-than-graceful movement.
"You're here," she said softly, stopping a few steps away.
Sasuke stood smoothly, closing the distance between them with a few measured strides. "I said I would be," he replied, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His gaze swept over her. "Your face is red."
Embarrassment washed over her. She averted her eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "It's...just the night air," she mumbled.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Right."
Without another word, he began walking. Realizing he was already a few paces ahead, Hinata hurried to catch up, her footsteps echoing softly against the cobblestones.
"Did you have a good time?" he asked, his tone casual.
She glanced over at him, nodding. "Yes, it was nice to see everyone. We had a lot of fun."
"I thought you might," he said. After a brief pause, he added, "You're doing that walk again."
She halted, turning to face him with a mix of surprise and defensiveness. "I am not!"
A low chuckle escaped him. "You are," he insisted gently. "But it's alright. No one else is around."
Her cheeks burned hotter. "You didn't have to point it out," she whispered, resuming her pace and hoping he wouldn't notice the slight wobble.
He fell into step beside her, the faint smirk still visible. "You don't need to be embarrassed around me."
The sincerity in his voice made her heart skip a beat. She bit her lip, keeping her gaze fixed ahead. "I'm not embarrassed," she lied unconvincingly.
They walked in silence, the sounds of the village fading as they moved toward the quieter residential area. Hinata found herself stealing glances at him, noting the way the moonlight softened his features. There was a calmness about him that eased her nerves, yet stirred something deeper within her.
As they continued, she realized they'd passed the point where they usually parted ways. She looked up at him curiously. "You're walking me all the way home?"
He met her gaze briefly before looking ahead. "Did you really think I'd let you walk the rest of the way alone while you're drunk?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Regardless of how capable you are, I'm not going to allow it. So just accept it."
A mix of gratitude and embarrassment welled up inside her. She lowered her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Alright," she said, softly.
"Good," he replied, the smirk returning.
She couldn't help but pout slightly, but the warmth spreading through her was undeniable. The rest of the journey was quiet, the silence filled with unspoken words and the steady rhythm of their footsteps.
Reaching her doorstep, Hinata turned to face him. "Thank you for walking me home," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, his gaze steady. "I'll see you around."
Before she could respond, he placed his hand gently atop her head. The warmth of his touch sent a soft thrill through her, and without thinking, she reached up, her fingers wrapping around his, as she pulled his hand down, still holding it in her own.
He paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. "Hinata?" he asked, concern edging into his voice. "Are you alright? Do you need anything?"
She stared at the ground, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Summoning every ounce of courage, she looked up, her lavender eyes meeting his. The confusion in his gaze mirrored the turmoil inside her.
"Sasuke..." she began, her voice trembling. "I... I think I like you."
The words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable. Before doubt could take hold, she rose onto her toes in her drunken state, closing the distance between them as she pressed her lips softly against his.
For a brief moment, everything else faded away—the world narrowed to the sensation of his lips against hers. They were warm, softer than she'd imagined. But as the seconds slipped by, she became acutely aware that he wasn't responding. His lips remained still, and an unfamiliar chill crept into her chest.
Pulling back, she searched his face. His eyes were wide, a mixture of surprise and something she couldn't quite decipher. He looked away, his expression unreadable. "Hinata..." he said slowly.
A sinking feeling settled in her stomach. Understanding dawned, and with it, a wave of embarrassment. "Oh," she whispered, stepping back. "I'm sorry."
He gently pulled his hand from hers, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm flattered, but..."
"Please don't," she interjected, her voice strained. "You don't have to say anything."
"Hinata, I didn't mean to hurt—"
"Really, it's fine," she insisted, turning away to hide the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. The weight of his pity was more than she could bear.
She felt his hand touch her lightly on her shoulder. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I care about you a lot, and I don't want to hurt you."
She flinched at his touch, the motion causing his hand to drop immediately. The silence between them was heavy, filled with words left unsaid.
Taking a shaky breath, she mustered the remnants of her composure. "Thank you for walking me home," she repeated mechanically.
"Hinata...I," he began again, but the door was already opening.
"Goodnight, Sasuke," she said quietly, stepping inside and closing the door gently behind her.
Leaning against the solid wood, she stared blankly ahead. The quiet of her home contrasted sharply with the storm of emotions swirling within her. The reality of what had just happened settled heavily on her shoulders.
"Why did I do that?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Regret and humiliation coursed through her, a painful knot tightening in her chest.
She sank to the floor, drawing her knees to her chest. "So stupid," she chastised herself softly. The tears she'd been holding back began to spill over, warm trails tracing down her cheeks.
She'd risked their friendship in a moment of reckless, drunk, vulnerability, and now she wasn't sure how she'd face him again. The thought of seeing pity—or worse, discomfort—in his eyes was almost unbearable.
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Well….that was hard to write. :/ Hinata will be going through some emotions in the next chapter…and so will Sasuke.
Tell me what you think. What are you hoping to see happen? How do you think Sasuke will be reflecting?