A/N: We are getting closer! I hope you all enjoy this chapter.
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Sasuke sat at Ichiraku, his arms crossed, while Naruto, Tenten, Kiba, and Lee excitedly discussed their plans. He felt out of place. These weren't his people—not in the way they were with each other, maybe Kiba, but that was as far as it went. Naruto had dragged him here, insisting it was a "bonding moment," but Sasuke wasn't sure why. He wasn't even close to most of them. Naruto, Kiba, and Lee seemed to get along now, which was surprising, considering Naruto used to barely tolerate Kiba and had no real rapport with Lee back then. And Tenten? Sasuke couldn't remember Naruto ever interacting with her much at all.
He remained silent, observing. The others seemed excited about the idea of getting all of the Konoha 11 together for drinks tomorrow. Naruto and Kiba were eager to rally everyone, while Lee and Tenten talked about the location. A fancy cocktail bar, of all places.
Kiba groaned. "Fancy? Are we going to have to dress up? That sounds like a pain."
Tenten smirked, crossing her arms. "It's not that formal, but it wouldn't kill you to wear something nice for once. Besides, Lee and I scoped it out. It's a great spot."
Lee nodded enthusiastically. "It has a refined atmosphere! Perfect for a gathering of Konoha's finest shinobi."
Kiba muttered something under his breath, but eventually, Tenten and Lee convinced him. Sasuke, meanwhile, found his attention drifting. He noticed how well Tenten and Lee got along now despite their messy divorce. He briefly wondered if Tenten harbored any feelings about Sakura dating Lee now but didn't care enough to ask.
Naruto grinned, taking charge. "Alright, Kiba and I will round everyone up. If anyone says no, I'll pull rank as Hokage."
Sasuke snorted. "Abusing your position? Impressive."
Naruto grinned wider. "Hey, whatever it takes! Besides, it's for a good cause."
As they left Ichiraku, the group split up to go their separate ways. Sasuke walked alongside Naruto, who was animatedly talking about how long it had been since everyone got together. "The last time we were all together was probably during the chunin exams. Or maybe my wedding...oh wait, you weren't there for that."
Sasuke flinched inwardly. He knew Naruto didn't mean it maliciously, but it still stung. He remembered sending a simple note that said, "Congrats." It felt inadequate then, and it still did now. Despite Naruto's insistence that he understood, Sasuke knew his absence had disappointed him. He sighed quietly, letting Naruto continue rambling.
Lost in thought, Sasuke didn't immediately notice Gaara approaching until Naruto greeted him enthusiastically. "Gaara!"
Sasuke's mood immediately soured. His shoulders stiffened, though his face remained unreadable. He disliked how seeing Gaara made him feel—annoyed, jealous, and uneasy. He knew Gaara liked Hinata. It was written all over the way he spoke to her, the way his attention lingered. And that bothered Sasuke more than he cared to admit.
The jealousy was unfamiliar, heavier than anything he'd felt before. He'd experienced it briefly with Sakura while he was away, but it had never been like this. This was suffocating, a constant ache whenever Gaara's name entered the equation. It scared him, and he hated it. Even when another man looked at her. His blood would simmer. He felt pathetic.
"Sasuke!" Naruto called, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Are you even listening?"
Sasuke shot Naruto a pointed look. "If you have something important to say, then say it."
Naruto blinked, confused by his sharp tone. "What's with you? You're acting weird."
Before Sasuke could respond, Gaara's calm voice cut in. "Sasuke seems distracted. Something on your mind?" There was no malice in his tone, just a faint hint of curiosity, but Sasuke could sense the subtle jab beneath it.
"I'm fine," Sasuke replied tersely, his gaze deliberately fixed anywhere but on Gaara.
Naruto chuckled, trying to diffuse the palpable tension. "Sasuke's always like this. Don't take it personally, Gaara."
Sasuke's eyes snapped to Naruto, his irritation flaring. "I'm not 'always like this,' idiot," he retorted, his tone clipped. "Maybe if you didn't insist on dragging me into pointless conversations, you wouldn't have to explain me to everyone."
Naruto blinked, caught off guard by the sharpness of the response. Gaara, however, remained calm, his green eyes steady on Sasuke.
"Pointless conversations?" he repeated, a faint edge of amusement in his otherwise measured tone. "Considering your silence earlier, I assumed you preferred not to contribute anything meaningful."
Sasuke's jaw tightened, and he shot Gaara a sharp glare. "Better silence than wasting breath on nonsense," he said, his voice cold.
Naruto looked between the two of them, the awkward tension growing thicker. "Alright, alright, calm down, you two," he said with a nervous laugh. "Let's not start a war in the middle of the street."
Gaara's gaze lingered on Sasuke for a moment longer before looking away, dismissing the exchange as if it hadn't happened. Sasuke's fists clenched at his sides, irritation simmering beneath the surface. He hated how easily Gaara brushed him off, as if his words held no weight. He hated even more the subtle smirk that ghosted across Gaara's lips. A smirk meant only for him to see.
Gaara turned back to Naruto, his expression calm. "Naruto, as Hokage, shouldn't you be addressed with more respect? Or do formalities only apply when convenient?"
The words hit Sasuke like a slap. It was a pointed callback to what he had said to Gaara the previous day, and the faint smirk that crossed Gaara's lips made it clear he was well aware of what he was doing. Naruto, oblivious, simply laughed, taking it as a joke.
Sasuke, however, couldn't hide his embarrassment. His jaw tightened, and his hands clenched at his side. He forced himself to remain silent as Naruto and Gaara resumed their conversation, though his ears burned as he caught the fleeting, satisfied look in Gaara's eyes.
Grinding his teeth, Sasuke muttered, "I'll see you later, Naruto," his voice sharper than intended.
Naruto turned to him, surprised. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Fine," Sasuke bit out, not meeting his friend's gaze. He glanced at Gaara one last time. The redhead's expression was back to neutral, but his green eyes sparkled faintly, mocking him further.
Unable to contain himself, Sasuke stopped before walking away and shot Gaara a glare. Naruto, confused, looked between them. "Why are you glaring at Gaara like that?"
Sasuke didn't answer, his stare unwavering. He hated how composed Gaara looked, how he seemed completely unaffected by Sasuke's ire.
Gaara finally broke the silence, his voice as calm as ever. "Is there something you'd like to say, Sasuke?"
Naruto, still oblivious, nudged Sasuke's arm with a laugh. "Don't be a jerk, Sasuke. I'm sure Gaara didn't mean anything by it." He grinned at Gaara. "Sasuke can be a real pain sometimes, but he doesn't mean any harm. Right, Sasuke?"
Sasuke sucked his teeth, refusing to respond. Without another word, he turned and walked away, his mood fouler than ever. His thoughts were a chaotic mess of curses aimed at Gaara, his jealousy and frustration churning in his chest like a storm.
As he moved through the village roads, he ignored everyone around him. His narrowed eyes and clenched fist must have radiated some kind of energy because no one dared to approach him or even cross his path. Good. He wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone.
Sasuke stormed toward the training ground, each step heavier than the last. The irritation clawing at his chest wouldn't dissipate. Gaara's smug expression, Naruto's obliviousness—it all grated on him. He couldn't stand feeling this way, couldn't stand how his emotions were slipping out of his control. His fist clenched at his sides, and he resolved to work it out through training. If he had to shatter every log or boulder in the training ground, so be it.
But when he arrived, his steps faltered. His sharp gaze landed on a familiar figure sitting on the ground. Hinata. She was mid-stretch, her legs extended in a V-shape, and her hands reaching toward one foot. The setting sun cast a warm glow over her, making the scene feel oddly serene.
She noticed him immediately, her lavender eyes lighting up as she greeted him with a soft smile. "Sasuke."
All the annoyance and anger that had been simmering within him vanished like smoke in the wind. Her smile was so genuine, so unaffected, even as a faint blush crept up her cheeks. He could tell she was still embarrassed from the night before. His chest tightened at the memory of holding her hair, feeling its softness against his fingers, and the moment his hand had lingered on her cheek. He shoved the thought away, clearing his throat.
"You're here," he said simply, nodding as he approached her. His hand now tucked itself into his cloak, more out of habit than necessity. "Just starting or finishing?"
"Finishing," she replied, her voice gentle, though her blush deepened as he knelt in front of her. His movement was deliberate. He didn't want to tower over her and make her feel small.
Her brows knit together as she studied his face. "Are you okay?" she asked, concern lacing her tone.
"I'm fine," he replied curtly, but her eyes didn't waver. She saw through him far too easily.
"Are you sure?" she pressed, her head tilting slightly, her soft gaze fixed on his.
"I said I'm fine," he repeated, though his voice softened. "Don't worry about it."
She didn't seem convinced but didn't push further. Her presence alone was enough to chip away at his foul mood, but the memory of their last interaction came rushing back. The way her hair felt in his hand, the way she'd looked at him when he'd touched her cheek. His face grew warm, and he turned his head sharply, hoping she wouldn't notice the flush creeping up his neck.
"I could stay and train with you," she offered suddenly, her voice breaking the silence.
Sasuke turned back to her, frowning slightly. "No."
Her lips parted in surprise. "Why not?"
"You just finished," he said firmly. "You'll overwork yourself. I don't want you too sore to move tomorrow."
"But I'm fine—"
"Hinata." His voice took on a warning tone as he gave her a pointed look. "Stop being stubborn. If you want to stick around and watch, I don't mind. But you're not training. Not today."
Her pout was immediate, and it caught him off guard. She lowered her head slightly, her cheeks dusted a faint pink, and muttered, "Fine."
It took everything in him not to smirk. Her pout was...cute. Ridiculously cute. He shifted his weight, hoping she wouldn't notice the faint upward twitch of his lips.
Hinata tucked her legs beneath her, settling into a comfortable position to watch him. "I'll stay for a little while, then," she said softly.
Sasuke stood, brushing nonexistent dust from his cloak, his mind a little lighter than it had been moments ago. She had a way of doing that—melting away the edges of his darker moods without even trying. As he moved toward the center of the training ground, he threw a glance over his shoulder. Hinata was watching him, her expression calm but curious.
He faced forward again, exhaling deeply. "Try not to pout too much. It's distracting," he called out, his tone teasing.
Her soft gasp of surprise reached his ears, followed by a shy laugh. "I wasn't pouting."
"Sure you weren't," he muttered, gripping the hilt of his sword with his one hand. Despite everything that had weighed him down earlier, he found himself feeling lighter as he began his routine. She was there, and somehow, that was enough.
Sasuke moved fluidly across the training grounds, his movements precise and calculated. His lone arm gripped his katana as he struck against the air, his focus sharp—at least, most of the time. Every so often, his eyes would flicker toward the edge of the field where Hinata sat, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her pale eyes fixed on him with an expression he couldn't quite name. Admiration? Awe? Whatever it was, it stirred something in him.
It almost distracted him. Almost.
He pushed himself harder, determined not to let his thoughts betray him. Showing off wasn't his style, but with her watching, the temptation lingered in the back of his mind. Still, the risk of embarrassing himself, especially with the way these unfamiliar emotions churned within him lately, kept his movements restrained and deliberate.
When he finally paused, his chest heaving from exertion, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and glanced toward Hinata. She was smiling shyly at him, her cheeks faintly pink, and it was such an innocent, gentle expression that he couldn't help but smile in return. He moved to sit beside her on the ground, letting out a low exhale as he stretched out his legs.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them felt oddly comfortable, the sounds of the village faint in the distance. Sasuke tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes glancing sideways at her. "Are you going to that thing the others are planning tomorrow?" he asked, keeping his tone casual.
Hinata nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I think so. It's been a while since everyone's been together like that." She turned her gaze to him, tilting her head curiously. "What about you? Are you going?"
Sasuke hesitated, the words forming carefully in his mind. He wasn't planning to go. The idea of being surrounded by everyone, caught in their conversations and laughter, had held little appeal. But hearing her say she'd be there changed something.
"I'll be there," he said smoothly, his voice dipping just enough to carry a subtle edge of flirtation. His dark eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary.
Hinata's cheeks flushed, the pink deepening as she glanced down at her hands. She didn't respond right away, clearly flustered, but the small, nervous smile tugging at her lips didn't escape his notice.
As Sasuke sat beside Hinata, the quiet stretched between them, broken only by the distant hum of the village. He could feel the subtle warmth of her presence, the slight movement of her shoulder every time she shifted. It should have been calming, but his mind was anything but settled.
His thoughts churned, circling back to the same questions he'd been asking himself for weeks now. He'd thought his teasing and subtle flirtations would be enough. A touch of her hair here, a lingering glance there—those small actions felt safer, easier. They gave him a way to express what he couldn't seem to say outright, without putting himself fully on the line. But he was beginning to realize they weren't enough. Not for her.
Hinata only ever blushed at his comments, shy and unsure, but she didn't flirt back. She didn't ask him outright if he liked her. And why would she? He'd already rejected her once. He'd told her she was like a sister to him, and while that lie had felt real then—when he couldn't face what he didn't yet understand—it haunted him now. He knew he'd confused her. She probably didn't even think his flirting was serious. Why would she?
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, watching as she tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down at her hands, lost in her own thoughts. She deserved better than his half-measures, better than subtle gestures that could be written off as meaningless. She deserved a real confession. Words. Clarity. The truth.
But the idea of confessing terrified him.
He'd never done it before. Not with Sakura, not with anyone. He'd never been the one to say the words first. He'd never even had to. His past relationships had always been initiated by the other person. He'd never had to risk himself, never had to put his feelings out in the open, vulnerable and exposed.
With Hinata, it was different. She wasn't the type to assume or push. And he knew that if he wanted her to understand what he felt, he'd have to be the one to say it. To make it clear.
But when? Now didn't feel right. She was too relaxed, too comfortable, and the thought of breaking that peace with something so heavy made his chest tighten. No, it wasn't the right moment. But when would it be?
He frowned to himself, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The truth was, he didn't know if there would ever be a moment that felt right. The weight of his own fear—the fear of rejection, of ruining whatever fragile bond they'd built—kept him rooted in silence. And yet, the longer he waited, the more restless he became.
She shifted slightly beside him, and he glanced at her again. The blush on her cheeks was fading now, but the soft expression on her face remained.
Sasuke watched as Hinata brushed off the dust from her clothes, a subtle hesitation in her movements. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the training ground. She looked at him with a gentle smile. "I think I'm going to head home," she said softly. "I've been in the mood to bake cookies."
He raised an eyebrow, remaining seated on the grass. "Cookies?" he repeated, his tone flat. Sweets had never been his preference. He made a slight face without realizing it.
Hinata noticed and let out a light laugh. "I know you don't like sweets," she said, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "But you're missing out."
He shrugged. "I'm sure they'll be good regardless." He paused, noting the way she seemed to linger. "Are you leaving now?"
She nodded, but there was something hesitant in the way she stood there. Hinata opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it. After a moment, she managed, "Well, I'll see you tomorrow at the get-together."
"Later," he replied, watching as she turned to leave. But as she took a few steps away, a sudden impulse made him call out, "Hinata."
She stopped and glanced back at him, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "Yes?"
He stood up, dusting off his cloak. "It seemed like you wanted to say something earlier," he observed, his gaze steady on hers. "If there's something you want to ask, just ask."
Hinata fidgeted slightly, her fingers twisting together. "I was going to ask if...if you'd like to help me bake cookies," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I thought you might find it boring. I didn't think you'd want to."
He found himself closing the distance between them, his footsteps quiet against the grass. Standing in front of her, he met her gaze directly. "I'd never turn down the opportunity to spend time with you," he said, his voice firm yet gentle.
Her eyes widened, a rosy hue spreading across her cheeks. "Sasuke...," she stammered, looking away quickly. "Stop teasing me."
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I'm not teasing," he replied. "Ever since we've become closer friends, I've enjoyed spending time with you." He feigned a slight frown, tilting his head. "We've talked about our friendship before. Why would you think I'd joke about that?"
She glanced back at him, her expression a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty. "I know," she mumbled. "It's just...you've been teasing me a lot lately. I can't always tell when you're being genuine or just...teasing."
He rolled his eyes lightly, a hint of amusement in his gaze. "Hinata," he said, leaning in slightly. His voice dropped to a softer tone as he whispered near her ear, "I thought I told you—I don't lie to you."
He pulled back, noticing the way her shoulders had tensed, the flush deepening on her face. "If you'd asked me to help, I might have teased you a bit," he admitted, "but I would have said yes."
She kept her back turned to him, her voice barely audible. "We can go, then."
He watched as she began to walk ahead, her pace a touch quicker than usual. Her hair swayed gently with each step, catching the fading light. Shaking his head slightly, he followed behind, a subtle smile playing on his lips. Her shy demeanor was something he'd grown fond of, and he decided it might be best to ease up—for now.
Catching up to her, he matched her stride. "What kind of cookies are we making?" he asked, keeping his tone casual.
"Peanut butter cookies," she replied, her eyes still fixed ahead.
He gave a thoughtful nod. "I see."
As they walked side by side through the quiet streets of Konoha, Sasuke stole a glance at Hinata. Her gaze was focused ahead, the soft evening light casting a gentle glow on her features. The silence between them was comfortable, but he felt a subtle urge to fill it.
"You know," he began, his voice cutting through the hush, "when I was younger, I used to help my mother bake."
Hinata looked up at him, surprise flickering in her eyes. "Really?"
He nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "She loved making sweets. I didn't care much for them, but I enjoyed spending time with her in the kitchen. She'd let me mix ingredients or decorate pastries. It was...peaceful."
Hinata's expression softened. "That sounds lovely. I can picture you as a little boy, covered in flour."
He chuckled lightly. "It happened more than I'd like to admit. She'd always laugh and say I made more mess than progress."
They continued sharing small stories until they reached her house. Stepping inside, Sasuke removed his cloak and hung it near the door. The familiar scent of jasmine greeted him.
"Have you ever baked since then?" Hinata asked as they moved toward the kitchen.
"Not really," he admitted. "Haven't had much reason to."
She smiled gently. "Well, today you do."
Entering the kitchen, Sasuke glanced around, taking in the cozy space. He made a self-deprecating remark, "Not sure how much help I'll be with one arm."
Hinata shook her head. "You'll be plenty of help. Besides, I could use the company."
She began pulling out ingredients, placing them on the counter. "Could you measure out two cups of flour?" she asked.
He followed her instructions, and they settled into an easy rhythm. She provided directions, and he assisted where he could. Occasionally, their hands would brush when reaching for utensils, a subtle contact that sent a faint warmth up his arm.
Sasuke watched her move around the kitchen with effortless grace. There were moments he felt he might be in her way, but she always included him, making him feel useful. It was a rare feeling for him in such a domestic setting.
"You're good at this," he remarked as she skillfully mixed the batter.
She glanced at him, a light blush on her cheeks. "Years of practice. Baking is...therapeutic for me."
He nodded thoughtfully. "I can see why my mother enjoyed it."
Once the cookies were in the oven, they moved to the living room to wait. Sitting beside her on the couch, their shoulders brushed lightly. Sasuke turned slightly, resting his arm along the back of the couch and leaning his head against his hand. He found himself gazing at her profile—the delicate curve of her jaw, the way her lashes cast faint shadows on her cheeks.
Her cheeks held a faint flush, and he wondered if it was from the warmth of the oven or something else. His eyes traced the line of her neck, and an unbidden desire stirred within him. He imagined pressing his lips to her skin, feeling the softness beneath them.
Sensing his gaze, Hinata looked up slowly. Her pale eyes met his dark ones, a question lingering within them. Without overthinking, he lifted his hand—the one propping up his head—and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered, brushing against her skin.
"Hinata," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
She didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned ever so slightly into his touch. He cradled her cheek, his thumb brushing softly against her skin. Her eyes flickered to his lips before meeting his gaze again.
He felt himself leaning in, drawn by an invisible force. Her eyes fluttered closed as the distance between them dwindled. Her breath mingled with his, warm and inviting. Just as their lips were about to touch, a sudden, loud knocking echoed through the house.
They both froze, the spell between them broken. Frustration surged within him as he frowned, silently cursing whoever was at the door.
Hinata tensed but didn't immediately move away. He pressed his forehead gently against hers. "You don't have to answer," he murmured. "It can't be that important."
She hesitated, her eyes reflecting uncertainty. Before she could respond, a familiar voice called out loudly from the other side of the door, demanding her attention.
Recognizing the voice, Sasuke growled softly. "It's just Kiba. Ignore him."
Hinata pulled back slightly, biting her lip. "I can't just ignore him," she whispered apologetically. She slipped away from him, the warmth of her presence leaving a noticeable void.
As she moved to answer the door, Sasuke leaned back, running a hand through his hair. His heart was still pounding from the near kiss, and the interruption only amplified his irritation.
The sound of footsteps brought his attention back as Kiba strolled into the living room, a wide grin on his face. "Well, well, if it isn't Princess," Kiba teased, using the nickname that always irked him.
Sasuke shot him a withering glare. "Second place," he retorted coolly.
Kiba merely smirked, unfazed. "What are you doing here?"
"It's none of your business," Sasuke replied. His annoyance deepened as he noticed Hinata standing nearby, her gaze cast downward, cheeks still tinged pink.
Kiba slung an arm around Hinata's shoulders, pulling her into a side hug. "Just came to see my best friend," he said cheerfully. "Right, Hinata?"
She gently extricated herself from his grip. "Don't put me in the middle," she chided softly.
Kiba pouted playfully. "You're supposed to be on my side."
Sasuke sighed, his patience wearing thin. The oven timer chimed from the kitchen, and Hinata seized the opportunity. "I'll get the cookies," she said quickly, disappearing from the room.
Kiba watched her go before turning back to Sasuke, settling into a chair across from him. That same knowing smirk played on his lips. "So," he began, "planning to go to the meetup together tomorrow?"
Sasuke narrowed his eyes. "Why would you think that?"
Kiba shrugged casually. "Just a guess. But maybe it's better if you don't."
"Meaning?"
Kiba leaned forward, his expression turning more serious. "Look, I know Hinata confessed to you, and you turned her down. But it's obvious you care about her more than you let on. Naruto might be dense, but he's not oblivious. If you two show up together, he might start putting things together."
Sasuke's gaze hardened. "What exactly are you implying?"
"Nothing bad," Kiba said defensively. "I'm just giving you a heads-up. I don't want Hinata caught in any awkward situations. She doesn't need that stress."
Sasuke studied him silently. There was sincerity in Kiba's words, an unexpected earnestness. "And why do you care?" he asked quietly.
Kiba rubbed the back of his neck, a hint of embarrassment coloring his features. "Hinata's important to me. She's been my friend forever. I just want to make sure she's okay. And...well, I can tell you wouldn't hurt her like...others might."
A moment of understanding passed between them. Sasuke gave a slight nod. "Noted."
Before more could be said, Hinata returned carrying a plate of warm cookies. Kiba's face lit up. "Those smell amazing!"
She offered the plate, and Kiba eagerly took one. Turning to Sasuke, she held the plate out. "Would you like to try one? You did help make them."
He hesitated, aware of Kiba's teasing gaze. But the hopeful look in Hinata's eyes made the decision for him. "Alright," he conceded.
Taking a bite, the sweetness was immediate but not overwhelming. "It's good," he admitted. "But a bit too sweet for me."
Hinata smiled softly. "I'm glad you tried it."
He handed the remaining half back to her, and she took it, nibbling where he'd bitten. Kiba made a teasing noise, but a sharp look from Sasuke silenced him.
Kiba stretched leisurely. "Well, I should get going. Just wanted to drop by and check in."
"Already?" Hinata asked, tilting her head.
He winked. "Don't want to overstay my welcome. Plus, I need to prepare for tomorrow." He paused, then added, "Oh, Hinata, Tamaki and I were wondering if you'd like to walk with us to the meetup."
She considered it. "Sure, that sounds nice."
"Great! We'll swing by tomorrow evening." Kiba grinned, shooting a glance at Sasuke. "See you around, Princess."
Sasuke rolled his eyes but didn't rise to the bait.
After Kiba left, the room felt quieter. Hinata sat back down beside Sasuke, though she left a modest gap between them this time. They talked casually about the meetup, the conversation flowing easily. Sasuke found himself watching her as she spoke—the way her eyes lit up, the subtle gestures she made with her hands.
He couldn't help but think that if Kiba hadn't interrupted earlier, they might have shared a moment that could have changed everything. But perhaps it was for the best. There was still time, and he was willing to wait for the right moment.
"Thank you for helping me today," Hinata said suddenly, meeting his gaze.
He gave a slight shrug. "I enjoyed it."
She smiled, a genuine warmth in her expression. "Me too."
As the evening wore on, Sasuke decided it was time to leave. Standing up, he retrieved his cloak. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said.
Hinata walked him to the door. "Goodnight, Sasuke."
He paused at the threshold, looking back at her. "Goodnight, Hinata." For a moment, he considered saying more, but instead, he gave a small nod and stepped out into the cool night air.
XXXXXX
As Sasuke made his way through the dimly lit streets of Konoha, the cool evening air did little to soothe his simmering thoughts. The encounter at Hinata's house lingered in his mind—their near-kiss interrupted by Kiba's untimely arrival. Frustration gnawed at him, and he quickened his pace, eager to reach the solitude of his home.
Turning a corner, he nearly bumped into Shikamaru. They both halted, regarding each other with measured gazes. For a moment, it seemed they might simply nod and continue on their separate ways. But before Sasuke could decide, Shikamaru spoke.
"Gaara mentioned you don't seem to like him," Shikamaru said, his tone casual but his eyes keen. "Is that true?"
Sasuke met his gaze unflinchingly. "I don't," he replied bluntly.
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. "Any particular reason?"
"It's none of your business," Sasuke retorted, his voice cool.
A faint smirk tugged at Shikamaru's lips. "Fair enough. Though I might have an idea why."
Sasuke's eyes narrowed. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
Shikamaru glanced upward, feigning indifference. "Seems Hinata has a way of getting men all riled up," he said cryptically. "Must be something about her."
"Repeat that," Sasuke demanded, a subtle edge to his voice.
"Nothing important," Shikamaru replied smoothly. He shifted his weight, changing the subject. "You planning to attend the meetup tomorrow?"
"I am," Sasuke confirmed.
Shikamaru sighed lightly. "Temari insists I go. I'd rather not, but you know how it is."
Sasuke gave a slight nod. He understood obligations, even if they differed from his own. Shikamaru wasn't one for social gatherings any more than he was, but marriage came with its own expectations.
They stood in silence for a moment, the ambient sounds of the village filling the gap. Finally, Shikamaru offered a lazy salute. "Well, see you there," he said.
"Yeah," Sasuke replied.
As Shikamaru turned to leave, he paused briefly. "Oh, and Sasuke?"
"Hm?"
"Try not to let Gaara get under your skin," Shikamaru advised, a hint of amusement in his tone. "It's troublesome when things get...complicated."
Sasuke frowned slightly but didn't respond. Shikamaru gave a knowing nod before continuing down the street, disappearing into the shadows.
Left alone, Sasuke resumed his walk. Shikamaru's words echoed in his mind, irritating yet impossible to dismiss. It was clear that Shikamaru had picked up on more than he'd let on. The thought that others might be aware of his feelings for Hinata unsettled him. He preferred to keep his emotions guarded, away from prying eyes and unnecessary interference.
Reaching his home, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. The quiet embrace of the house offered a welcome respite. He removed his shoes and moved to the living area, the familiar surroundings doing little to distract him from his thoughts.
Sasuke sank onto the sofa, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. The day's events replayed in his mind—the almost kiss, the interruption, the encounters with Kiba and Shikamaru. It seemed everyone was intent on meddling in his affairs, intentionally or not.
He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. Perhaps it was time to stop avoiding the inevitable. The longer he waited, the more complicated things became. Hinata deserved honesty, and he was growing tired of hiding behind half-measures.
Tomorrow's gathering would bring them all together—friends, acquaintances, and rivals alike. It might just be the opportunity he needed to set things right.
Opening his eyes, Sasuke stared up at the ceiling, resolve settling in his chest. Whatever came next, he would face it head-on. For now, he allowed the quiet of his home to wash over him, easing the tension from his body.
"Tomorrow," he murmured to himself. "I'll make things clear."
With that thought anchoring him, he rose and prepared for the night ahead. Sleep might be elusive, but at least he had a plan
XXXXXX
The next day….
Sarada stood quietly beside her father in the supermarket line, her sharp eyes darting between him and the woman a few spots ahead of them. Hinata Hyuga was inspecting the contents of her cart, oblivious to their presence, while her father had not taken his eyes off her since they'd entered the store. Sarada was fourteen now—old enough to recognize love when she saw it.
She studied him carefully, noting the way his expression softened, almost imperceptibly, whenever Hinata was in view. It wasn't like the way she'd seen him look at her mother. When he glanced at Sakura, there had always been a quiet respect, maybe even a hint of obligation, but never this...warmth. With Hinata, it was different.
Her father, Sasuke Uchiha, the stoic man she had grown up with, who rarely smiled or joked, seemed like a completely different person around Aunt Hinata. He smiled more—actual smiles, not the faint smirks she thought were the best he could manage. And his jokes? She hadn't even realized he knew how to joke until she noticed how he teased Hinata, his tone lighter, his words softer. It made her wonder just how long this had been going on.
Her father was in love with Aunt Hinata.
Sarada tried not to giggle as she watched him silently will the line to move faster, his attention fixed on the petite Hyuga woman. She glanced at the cart in front of them, overflowing with groceries, and then at their own, which only held a few vegetables. It didn't take much for her to form a plan.
Tapping the woman in front of her lightly on the arm, Sarada put on her best polite smile. "Excuse me, ma'am. Would you mind if my dad and I went ahead of you? We only have a few things."
The woman hesitated, glancing at her own cart and then at Sarada. But when her gaze shifted to Sasuke, she blushed furiously, her lashes fluttering in a way that made Sarada want to roll her eyes. "Oh, of course," the woman stammered, stepping aside. "Go right ahead."
"Thank you," Sarada said sweetly, pushing their cart forward. Sasuke gave the woman a brief nod, his usual impassive expression firmly in place, and followed Sarada.
As they neared Hinata, Sarada kept stealing glances at her father. His entire demeanor seemed to change the closer they got. His shoulders relaxed, his steps slowed, and his sharp features softened in a way she rarely saw. It was as though just being near Hinata made him...happy. Sarada smiled to herself, a giddy warmth bubbling in her chest. She hadn't thought her father would ever move on to another woman after her mother. He'd never so much as spared another woman a glance, not ever.
Even Naruto, who was so devoted to Hinata, had moments when Sarada had caught him glancing at other women, thinking no one had noticed. Adults always underestimated how perceptive kids were. But Sasuke? He looked at Hinata like she was the only woman in the world.
As they reached the end of the line, Hinata began to push her cart toward the exit. Not wanting her father to miss his chance, Sarada called out, "Aunt Hinata!"
Hinata turned around, her lavender eyes lighting up as she spotted them. A bright smile spread across her face, warm and inviting. "What a nice surprise."
Sarada grinned and stole a quick glance at her father. Sure enough, there it was—the faint curve of his lips, the softening of his dark eyes as he looked at Hinata. If she hadn't already known, that moment would have confirmed it. Her father was completely and utterly in love.
And Sarada, for once, felt like she was holding the most delicious secret.
Sarada stood quietly beside her father as he and Hinata began discussing the gathering planned for that evening. She listened attentively, noting the ease with which they conversed. There was a softness in her father's tone when he spoke to Hinata, a subtle warmth that she rarely heard elsewhere. Hinata's eyes would occasionally flicker to Sasuke's, her smile gentle and genuine.
"Are you planning to arrive early?" Hinata asked, adjusting the bag in her arms.
Sasuke gave a slight nod. "Perhaps. I have a few things to take care of first."
Hinata smiled softly. "Well, it will be nice to see everyone together again."
Sarada watched them with a subtle smile, choosing not to interject unless spoken to. There was something almost mesmerizing about the way they interacted—a quiet understanding that didn't require many words.
After a few more moments of light conversation, Hinata glanced at her watch. "I should get going. I still have some preparations to make for tonight."
Sasuke inclined his head. "We'll see you there."
Hinata turned her warm gaze to Sarada. "It was lovely seeing you, Sarada. You've grown so much."
"Thank you, Aunt Hinata," Sarada said politely. "I'm looking forward to tonight."
With a final smile, Hinata headed toward the exit. Sarada couldn't help but notice how her father's eyes followed Hinata until she disappeared from view. There was a softness in his expression that made her heart swell.
She looked up at him, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "You know," she began casually, "if I had to choose anyone to be my stepmother, I'd definitely support Aunt Hinata as a candidate."
Sasuke blinked, momentarily caught off guard. A faint flush tinted his cheeks as he glanced down at her. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his tone attempting to be stern but falling just short.
Sarada chuckled softly. "Come on, Dad. I'm not a kid anymore. I can tell that you like her."
He cleared his throat, looking away briefly. "You shouldn't jump to conclusions."
She smiled knowingly. "It's okay. I won't tell anyone. I just wanted you to know that I approve and...I like her a lot too."
For a moment, he was silent, his expression unreadable. Then, a gentle smile curved his lips—a rare sight that warmed Sarada's heart. "Is that so?" he said quietly.
She nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely. She makes you happy. I can see it."
He regarded her thoughtfully before responding. "I'm happy to hear that."
Sarada felt a surge of joy. It wasn't often that her father opened up, and she cherished these glimpses into his feelings. "Maybe you could, you know, spend more time with her," she suggested lightly.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, though the soft smile remained. "Are you giving me advice now?"
"Maybe," she teased. "Someone has to."
He shook his head slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Noted."
As they moved forward in the line, Sarada felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She was glad to have shared this moment with her father, and even more pleased to see him considering the possibilities. Whatever happened next, she was confident that happiness was within reach—for both of them.
XXXXXX
Later that evening…
Hinata stood before her mirror, adjusting the flowing skirt that draped gracefully around her. The soft fabric swayed with her movements, and the deep blue hue complemented her pale complexion. Her blouse, a delicate lavender shade, fit snugly and highlighted her figure more than she was accustomed to. She considered grabbing a light jacket to cover up, but the warm summer evening made the idea seem unnecessary. Folding her arms over her chest, she tried to quell the fluttering nerves in her stomach.
A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. Giving herself a final once-over, she grabbed her small purse and headed to the entrance. Opening the door, she was greeted by the smiling faces of Kiba and Tamaki.
Kiba wore a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark trousers, his wild hair as untamed as ever. Tamaki looked elegant in a knee-length red dress adorned with subtle floral patterns, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder.
"You both look wonderful," Hinata said warmly.
Tamaki grinned. "Speak for yourself! Hinata, you look absolutely stunning!" She gave a playful whistle, causing Hinata's cheeks to warm.
Kiba's eyes widened as he took in her appearance. Frowning, he quickly shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "Here, wear this. And don't take it off," he insisted.
Tamaki nudged him with her elbow. "Don't be such a worrywart, Kiba. She looks fantastic."
He crossed his arms stubbornly. "I know how guys think. I don't want any creeps bothering her tonight."
Hinata felt a flush of embarrassment. "Maybe I should change..."
"Absolutely not!" Tamaki declared, shooting Kiba a warning glance. "You look perfect, Hinata. Don't let him make you feel otherwise."
Kiba huffed. "At least consider a different shirt. That one's...well, it's a bit revealing."
Tamaki rolled her eyes and whispered to him, "You're making her uncomfortable. Stop it."
Realizing his mistake, Kiba sighed. "Alright, I'm sorry. Just keep the jacket on until we get there, okay?"
Hinata nodded, still feeling a bit self-conscious. "Okay."
The trio set off toward the bar, the evening air filled with the sounds of laughter and distant music. Lanterns lit their path, casting a warm glow on the cobblestone streets.
As they approached the venue, Hinata could see that many of their friends had already arrived. Temari and Shikamaru stood chatting near the entrance, Ino and Sai were seated together, Sakura and Lee were animatedly discussing something with Tenten, and Naruto was gesturing wildly as he spoke with Shino and Chōji. Off to one side, Sasuke leaned against a wall, his gaze distant until it locked onto hers.
Hinata's breath caught when their eyes met. Sasuke's expression shifted subtly, his eyes widening just a fraction as he took in her appearance. A warmth spread across her cheeks, and she quickly looked away, her heart fluttering.
Before she could make her way over to Sakura, Naruto intercepted her. "Hinata! Wow, you look... amazing," he said, his eyes bright with admiration. Noticing the jacket draped over her shoulders, he added, "Is that Kiba's?"
She nodded, slipping it off. "Yes, but I should give it back." She handed the jacket back to Kiba, who took it reluctantly.
"Well, you look great either way," he said with a grin. "I really like your hair up like that." Her hair was styled in a high ponytail, soft strands framing her face.
"Thank you," she replied softly.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Naruto offered, falling into step beside her.
"That would be nice," she agreed.
"Awesome! I'll be right back," he said, heading toward the bar.
Hinata continued toward Sakura, who greeted her with open arms. "Hinata! You look so cute tonight!"
"Thank you, Sakura," Hinata said, returning the hug.
Lee gave her a thumbs-up. "Your youthful energy shines brilliantly this evening!"
She giggled lightly. "You both are too kind."
Sakura linked arms with her. "We're all going to do a toast soon. Shino and Lee won't be drinking, but everyone else is in. You should join us!"
Hinata hesitated. "Oh, I'm not sure..."
"Come on, it'll be fun!" Sakura encouraged. "Besides, it's been ages since we've all been together like this."
Hinata glanced over to where Sasuke was sitting alone. She felt a pull to go to him but decided to stay with Sakura for now. "Alright, maybe just one."
"That's the spirit!" Sakura cheered.
Every so often, Hinata found her gaze drifting back to Sasuke. He seemed contemplative, his eyes occasionally meeting hers before she shyly looked away.
Naruto returned with a drink in hand. "Here you go, Hinata."
"Thank you," she said, accepting the glass.
He walked alongside her as she moved through the crowd. "So, are you having a good time?"
"I am," she replied. "It's nice to see everyone."
"Yeah, it's been too long," he agreed. "We should do this more often."
They chatted amicably until Naruto was pulled into a conversation with Chōji and Shikamaru. Seizing the opportunity, Hinata made her way toward Sasuke.
"Hello," she greeted softly as she approached him.
He looked up, his expression softening. "Hi."
She fidgeted slightly. "I'm glad you came tonight."
He gave a slight nod. "I thought I'd make an appearance."
She noticed his gaze drift to her hair. "You wore it up," he remarked.
A small smile graced her lips. "Yes. I thought I'd try something different."
"It suits you," he said, his eyes meeting hers.
"Thank you." She felt warmth spread across her cheeks.
His gaze shifted downward briefly, and she caught a flicker of a frown. "Is everything alright?" she asked gently.
He seemed to hesitate before replying, "It's nothing."
She sensed there was more he wanted to say. The memory of their almost-kiss the day before surfaced, and she wondered if now was the time to address it.
Gathering her courage, she began, "About yesterday—"
Before she could continue, an arm slipped around her shoulders. Startled, she turned to see Naruto grinning down at her. "Sorry for the wait! Got caught up with the guys."
He held out another drink to her. She accepted it hesitantly. "Thank you, but I haven't finished the first one."
"No worries! More for later," he said cheerfully.
Naruto glanced at Sasuke. "Didn't think you'd actually show up. Pleasant surprise."
Sasuke shrugged. "Here I am."
Hinata noticed Sasuke's eyes linger on Naruto's arm around her. Feeling uncomfortable, she gently stepped away. "I'll be right back," she said, handing her drink back to Naruto.
Making her way to the bar, she requested a glass of water. Naruto tended to overindulge, and she wanted to help him pace himself.
Returning, she offered the water to Naruto. "Here, maybe switch to this for a bit."
He laughed lightly. "Always looking out for me, huh?"
"Someone has to," she replied with a smile.
As he sipped the water, a woman approached them. "Excuse me, Hokage-sama?" she said with a flirtatious smile. "I was hoping to have a word with you."
Hinata took a step back, intending to give them space. Before she could slip away, Naruto grasped her wrist, pulling her back to his side. "Actually, I'm kind of busy right now," he told the woman. "Spending time with the mother of my kids."
Hinata's eyes widened, her cheeks burning. "Naruto-kun, please..."
The woman's smile faltered. "Oh, I didn't realize..."
Naruto nodded. "Yeah, so if you'll excuse us."
Feeling the weight of the awkwardness, Hinata attempted to pull away. Just then, she felt a gentle but firm grip on her arm. Turning, she saw Sasuke standing beside her, his expression unreadable.
"Kiba and Sai are looking for you," Sasuke said to Naruto.
Naruto blinked. "They are?"
As if on cue, Kiba and Sai appeared. "There you are!" Kiba exclaimed. "Come on, we've got something to show you."
They each took an arm, guiding Naruto away. "Hey, wait!" Naruto protested, but he didn't resist much.
Hinata watched them go, a mix of relief and embarrassment washing over her.
"Are you okay?" Sasuke asked, his gaze softening.
She nodded. "Yes, thank you."
He released her arm, his hand lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. "Come with me," he said.
She followed him to a quieter corner of the bar, where a small table sat unoccupied. They took seats beside each other, the ambient noise of the bar fading into the background.
"Sorry about that," he said after a moment.
She shook her head. "It's alright. Naruto-kun means well, but he can be...a bit much when he's been drinking."
Sasuke leaned his chin on his hand, his eyes fixed on her. "You're too forgiving."
She offered a small smile. "It's just how he is."
They sat in comfortable silence for a while. Hinata could feel his gaze on her, and it made her heart flutter. "Are you enjoying yourself?" she asked.
He gave a noncommittal shrug. "I suppose. Could have stayed home."
She laughed softly. "I was thinking the same."
He tilted his head slightly. "Do you want to leave?"
She considered it but then shook her head. "Maybe we should stay a bit longer. Everyone seems to be having a good time."
He nodded, though a hint of disappointment crossed his features.
Just then, Sakura appeared beside them. "There you are! We've started a game, and we need more players."
Hinata looked up. "Oh, what kind of game?"
"Just a fun little drinking game," Sakura said with a wink. "Come on, it'll be great!"
"I'm not sure..." Hinata began, knowing she wasn't much of a drinker.
"Don't worry, it's all in good fun," Sakura assured her.
Sasuke leaned back. "I'll pass."
Sakura rolled her eyes playfully. "Figures. But Hinata, you have to join us!"
After a moment's hesitation, Hinata nodded. "Alright."
"Fantastic!" Sakura cheered, pulling her up.
They joined the others around a large table. Hinata found herself seated between Sakura and Naruto, who had returned with a slightly dazed expression. Across from her sat Sasuke, flanked by Kiba and Temari.
Ino stood at the head of the table. "Alright, everyone! The rules are simple. We'll go around, and each person will say 'Never have I ever...' followed by something they haven't done. If you've done it, you take a drink. If you don't want to participate or answer, you take a shot. Got it?"
There were nods and murmurs of agreement around the table.
Shikamaru sighed. "Troublesome, but fine."
Lee and Shino opted to sit out, knowing their limitations with alcohol.
Kiba rubbed his hands together. "Alright, I'll start! Never have I ever...fallen asleep during a mission briefing."
Several groans erupted, and a few people took sips, including Naruto and Shikamaru.
"Hey, some of those meetings are really boring," Naruto defended.
As the questions progressed, they became bolder.
"Never have I ever...snuck out to avoid chores," Tenten said with a grin.
Several drinks were taken, accompanied by chuckles.
When it circled back to Sai, he declared, "Never have I ever...skinny-dipped."
There was a collective gasp. Hinata's cheeks burned as she stared into her drink. No one moved at first, but then Choji, surprising everyone, took a deliberate sip.
"Choji!" Karui exclaimed, her eyes wide.
He shrugged good-naturedly. "It was a hot spring, and no one was around."
Laughter erupted around the table.
Kiba shook his head. "Man, I did not need that image."
The game grew more animated, with teasing and playful jabs exchanged. Hinata found herself relaxing, enjoying the camaraderie.
At one point, Ino leaned over to whisper to her, "So, any juicy secrets you'd like to share?"
Hinata shook her head, smiling softly. "Nothing interesting."
Ino winked. "I don't believe that for a second."
Glancing across the table, Hinata noticed Sasuke's cheeks were slightly flushed, a rare sight. He met her gaze briefly before looking away.
As the night wore on, the group became merrier, the barriers between them lowering. Even Sasuke seemed more at ease, though he remained mostly silent.
Eventually, Hinata excused herself to get some fresh air. Stepping outside, she breathed in the cool night air, the sounds from inside muffled.
"Mind if I join you?" came a familiar voice.
She turned to see Sasuke standing beside her.
"Not at all," she replied.
They stood together in comfortable silence, gazing up at the stars.
"Tonight is...interesting," he commented.
She smiled softly. "It was nice to spend time with everyone."
He glanced at her. "Are you happy?"
The question caught her off guard. "What do you mean?"
He hesitated. "Just...are you happy with how things are?"
She considered his words. "I think...I'm finding my way."
He nodded slowly. "I see."
She looked up at him, gathering her courage. "Sasuke, about yesterday..."
He met her gaze. "Yes?"
Before she could continue, the door burst open, and Naruto stumbled out, followed by Kiba.
"There you are!" Naruto exclaimed, his words slurring slightly. "We were wondering where you two went."
Hinata sighed inwardly as the moment slipped away.
Before she could say anything more, Naruto appeared beside her, his eyes bright with the flush of alcohol. "There you are, Hinata!" he exclaimed, his words slightly slurred. "Come back inside! We're doing another round of shots, and we need you!"
She glanced back at Sasuke, who met her gaze with a mix of understanding and frustration. Their moments alone kept getting interrupted tonight. Offering him an apologetic smile, she allowed Naruto to gently pull her back toward the bar's entrance.
"I'll be inside in a moment," Sasuke called after them, his tone neutral.
As they reentered the bustling bar, the warm air and lively chatter enveloped them once more. The group was gathered around a large table, glasses raised and laughter echoing.
"Hinata! Just in time!" Ino called out, waving her over.
She felt a light dizziness as she joined the circle, accepting the shot glass handed to her. The room seemed to spin ever so slightly, the lights softer, the colors more vivid.
"Cheers!" everyone shouted, clinking their glasses together.
Hinata hesitated for a heartbeat before tipping the drink back. The liquid burned her throat, but she giggled at the sensation, warmth spreading through her limbs.
Moments later, Sasuke and Kiba rejoined the group. Sasuke's cheeks were tinged with a faint blush, and his eyes held a rare glimmer. Kiba was animated, gesturing widely as he spoke.
"About time you two showed up!" Tenten teased, nudging Hinata playfully.
Hinata smiled, feeling lighter than she had in ages. "Couldn't miss out on the fun," she replied, her words flowing more freely.
Shino appeared at her side, his expression concerned. "Hinata, are you feeling alright?"
She nodded enthusiastically. "I'm wonderful, Shino! Just a bit...floaty."
He adjusted his glasses. "Perhaps some water would help."
She patted his arm reassuringly. "You're always looking out for me."
Nearby, Kiba and Sasuke's voices grew louder. They seemed to be engaged in a spirited debate, though the topic was unclear.
"I'm telling you, cats are way better companions!" Kiba declared, his eyes bright.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "Coming from someone who literally calls himself a dog ninja?"
Kiba huffed. "Exactly! Dogs are loyal, but cats have this...mystery about them."
"Sounds like you're confused," Sasuke retorted, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
Hinata giggled at their exchange, finding their banter oddly entertaining. She'd never seen Sasuke so openly engaged in such a trivial argument.
"Maybe we should intervene," she mused aloud.
Shino shook his head subtly. "Let them be. It's harmless."
Tenten joined them, a mischievous grin on her face. "Hinata, have you ever seen Sasuke this...expressive?"
She shook her head, her ponytail swaying. "It's kind of nice."
Across the room, Naruto was attempting to teach Lee a dance move, both of them failing spectacularly and laughing uncontrollably. Hinata watched them with fond amusement.
"Everyone's so lively tonight," she remarked.
"It's good to relax," Shino agreed. "We don't do this often enough."
As the night wore on, Hinata found herself drifting through conversations, the edges of her world pleasantly blurred. She chatted with Ino about new flower arrangements, laughed with Chōji and Karui about their latest culinary adventures, and even shared a moment with Temari discussing the stars visible from Suna.
Eventually, she settled onto a stool at the bar, sipping a glass of water in an attempt to steady herself.
"Mind if I join you?" Naruto asked, sliding onto the neighboring seat.
She looked up, smiling softly. "Not at all."
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the bar. "You look like you're having a good time."
"I am," she admitted. "It's been wonderful seeing everyone so happy."
He nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "You know, I was thinking about old times."
"Oh?" she prompted gently.
"Yeah," he continued. "Back when we used to go on missions together. Just you and me."
She felt a nostalgic pull at his words. "Those were some of my favorite times."
He turned to face her fully, his blue eyes earnest. "Hinata, I want to apologize."
She blinked in surprise. "For what?"
"For not appreciating you enough," he said quietly. "For not being the husband you deserved."
Her heart softened. "Naruto-kun, we've both grown and changed. There's no need to dwell on the past."
He reached out, his hand covering hers on the bar. "I still care about you. A lot."
She felt a warmth rise to her cheeks. "I care about you too. You'll always be important to me."
He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I just wanted you to know that."
"Thank you," she whispered.
There was a tender silence between them, filled with unspoken emotions and shared history. Naruto's thumb traced light circles on the back of her hand, a familiar gesture that stirred memories.
"You look beautiful tonight," he said softly, his gaze lingering on her face.
She smiled shyly. "You're just saying that."
"No," he insisted. "I mean it."
Before she could respond, he stood up, still holding her hand. "Dance with me?"
She hesitated. "I'm not sure..."
"Just one dance," he encouraged, his grin lopsided and endearing.
She relented, allowing him to lead her to a small open space where a slow song played. He placed his hands gently on her waist, and she rested hers on his shoulders.
They swayed to the music, the world narrowing to just the two of them. Hinata felt a mix of emotions—comfort, nostalgia, and a bittersweet yearning.
"Remember when we danced at our wedding?" he murmured.
She nodded. "I was so nervous I thought I'd trip over my own feet."
He chuckled. "You were graceful as ever."
As the song neared its end, he pulled back slightly, his hands sliding down to her arms. "Hinata," he began, his tone serious.
"Yes?" she looked up, meeting his gaze.
"Do you ever think about...us?" he asked hesitantly.
She took a deep breath. "Sometimes. But I also think about how we've both changed."
He nodded slowly. "I understand."
She offered a reassuring smile. "But I'm grateful for the time we had. And I'm glad we're still friends."
He returned her smile, though there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Me too."
Unbeknownst to her, Sasuke stood at a distance, observing the exchange. His expression was inscrutable, but a flicker of something akin to jealousy flashed in his eyes before he turned away.
The song ended, and Naruto released her gently. "Thanks for the dance."
"Anytime," she replied warmly.
"Come on, let's rejoin the others," he suggested.
She followed him back to the group, but her thoughts drifted. She wondered if Sasuke had seen them, and what he might be thinking. Every time their eyes met tonight, it seemed someone or something pulled them apart.
As the evening wound down, Hinata felt the weight of exhaustion mingled with the haze of alcohol. She found a quiet corner to sit, allowing herself a moment of solitude.
"Mind if I sit?" came Sasuke's voice.
She looked up to see him standing beside her, his expression softer than usual. "Of course," she gestured to the seat next to her.
He settled in, silence stretching between them comfortably.
"Are you alright?" he asked after a moment.
She nodded. "Just a bit tired."
He glanced toward the group, where Naruto was animatedly telling a story, hands gesturing wildly. "I saw you dancing with Naruto."
"Yes," she acknowledged. "We were reminiscing."
He was quiet for a beat. "Do you still have feelings for him?"
The directness of the question caught her off guard. "I...care about him. But things are different now."
He seemed to consider her words carefully. "I see. Hinata, there's something I've been wanting to tell you."
Before he could continue, Sakura called out, "Hinata! We're taking a group photo!"
Hinata sighed softly. "Coming!"
She stood up, offering him an apologetic look. "We'll talk later?"
He gave a slight nod. "Alright."
As she joined the others, the moment slipped away once more. The night was full of near-confessions and interrupted conversations, but she held onto the hope that there would be another chance.