The morning sun filtered through . The faint chirping of birds outside mingled with the distant hum of villagers beginning their day. But inside Hinata's mind, chaos.
She woke up groggily, her body aching in places she didn't even know could ache. Her head throbbed slightly, and her throat felt dry, as if she'd spent the entire night shouting—or maybe begging? Slowly, painfully, her hazy memories began to surface, piecing together fragments of what had happened last night.
And then it hit her like a ton of bricks.
Her eyes snapped open wide, panic surging through her veins as she realized two things simultaneously:
was completely naked under the thin blanket covering her.
Uchiha—stoic, cold, untouchable Sasuke Uchiha—was lying asleep beside her.
For a moment, she froze, her brain refusing to process the scene before her. Was this real? Had she somehow wandered into one of Naruto-kun's perverted dreams by accident? But no—the soreness in her muscles, the warmth radiating from Sasuke's sleeping form mere inches away—it was all too vivid to be anything but reality.
"Oh my goodness," Hinata whispered hoarsely, clutching the blanket tightly around herself. "What… what did I do?"
As the events of the previous night flooded back, her face turned an alarming shade of crimson. She remembered stumbling into Sasuke's room, pleading with him despite his protests, and… oh God… forcing herself on him.
"I took advantage of Sasuke-kun!" she gasped aloud, horrified at the thought. "How could I? He must hate me now! What if he thinks I'm some kind of crazy stalker girl who drugged him?! Wait—no, we were drugged! Oh no, this is so embarrassing!"
Her internal monologue spiraled out of control as she scrambled off the futon, careful not to wake him. She grabbed her lavender dress from the floor, wincing as she noticed it crumpled and slightly damp from whatever wild escapades they'd gotten into last night. Pulling it on hastily, she tiptoed toward the door, her heart pounding like a drum in her ears.
But just as she reached for the handle, something caught her eye—a small smear of dried blood on her inner thigh. She froze mid-step, staring at it in utter disbelief.
"Is that…?" she muttered, her voice trembling. "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my GOSH."
She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a squeak, her mind racing with mortification. Not only had she forced herself on Sasuke, but she'd also apparently…y'know… done the thing. With Sasuke. Of all people. Sasuke, who barely spoke three words to anyone unless absolutely necessary. Sasuke, whose idea of romance probably involved glaring at someone from across a battlefield.
"This can't be happening," she moaned softly, resisting the urge to bang her head against the wall. "I'm such an idiot. Why didn't I listen to him when he said no?! Now he's going to think I'm some kind of desperate weirdo!"
Determined to escape before he woke up, Hinata slipped out of the room as quietly as possible, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She practically sprinted back to her own room, slamming the door shut and leaning against it heavily as she tried to catch her breath.
Once inside, she threw open her closet and began rummaging frantically through her clothes, searching for something—anything—to distract herself. Lavender jackets, long-sleeved shirts, baggy pants—they all came flying out until her floor was covered in fabric. Finally, she collapsed onto her knees, burying her face in her hands.
"What am I going to do?" she whimpered, her voice muffled by her palms. "Sasuke-kun is going to kill me. Or worse—he'll ignore me forever! And what about Naruto-kun? What if he finds out? Oh no, I've ruined everything!"
Her gaze drifted to the mirror across the room, where her reflection stared back at her with wide, panicked eyes. Her hair was a mess, sticking out in every direction like a startled porcupine. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen—and there was still that smudge of dried blood on her leg.
"Oh my goodness," she groaned again, flopping onto her back dramatically. "Why does this always happen to me? First Naruto-kun doesn't notice me, then I accidentally seduce Sasuke because of some stupid aphrodisiac drink, and now I'm officially the worst kunoichi in Konoha history!"
She sat up abruptly, pointing a finger at her reflection as if scolding herself. "Hinata Hyuga, you need to fix this. You have to apologize to Sasuke immediately. Tell him it wasn't your fault—you were drugged! And hope that he believes you. Because if he doesn't…" She trailed off, shuddering at the thought.
The morning bath had been a long one—far longer than usual. Hinata sat in the steaming water for what felt like hours, scrubbing her skin until it was pink and raw. She couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment that clung to her like a second layer of skin. Every time she closed her eyes, flashes of the previous night came rushing back: Sasuke's startled expression as she begged him.
"Oh my goodness," she muttered under her breath, sinking deeper into the tub until only her nose poked above the surface. "I can never face him again. Never."
But alas, life didn't give her the luxury of hiding forever. Eventually, she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders. After dressing in her signature lavender outfit—a high-collared jacket paired with loose pants—she ventured downstairs to the breakfast table, dreading every step.
Sasuke was already seated when she arrived, calmly sipping tea while picking at a plate of rice and grilled fish. His dark eyes flicked up briefly as she entered, but he quickly returned his attention to his food without comment. The silence between them was deafening.
Hinata slid into the seat opposite him, keeping her gaze firmly fixed on her lap. Her cheeks burned furiously as memories of last night replayed in her mind like an endless loop. How could she possibly eat with him sitting right there? How could she even breathe?
"Um…" she began hesitantly, forcing herself to look up just enough to see his profile. "G-good morning, Sasuke-kun."
He glanced at her briefly, his expression unreadable as always. "Morning."
That was it. One word. No elaboration, no teasing, no indication that anything unusual had happened between them.
What if he was secretly plotting revenge? What if he planned to tell Naruto-kun or Sakura-chan about her shameless behavior? What if—
"Here you go, dear!" chirped the cheerful voice of the village head's wife, interrupting Hinata's spiraling thoughts. The pregnant woman waddled over to the table carrying a tray laden with fresh fruit and pastries, setting it down with a flourish. Her bright smile widened as she noticed Hinata's crimson face.
"Well, well," she teased, leaning closer conspiratorially. "You're blushing so much! I told you that juice would do wonders. That's how I got pregnant, you know." She winked playfully, patting her belly affectionately.
Hinata's jaw dropped slightly, her entire body turning the color of a ripe tomato. "N-no, ma'am, it's not like that!" she stammered, waving her hands frantically in denial. "We didn't—I mean—and it wasn't intentional—and—"
The woman laughed heartily, clearly amused by Hinata's flustered reaction. "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. Your secret's safe with me." She gave Hinata a knowing wink before turning to Sasuke, who looked utterly unbothered by the conversation. "Take care of her, won't you?"
Sasuke merely nodded once, his focus remaining on his tea. If he found the situation awkward, he hid it remarkably well.
As the village head's wife walked away, humming cheerfully to herself, Hinata buried her face in her hands, groaning softly. "This is a nightmare…"
The journey back to Konoha was… tense, to say the least.
Hinata walked a few steps behind him, her gaze glued to the ground as she struggled to keep pace. Every now and then, she glanced up at his back, only to quickly look away whenever she thought he might notice. Her mind raced with potential conversation starters, each one more cringeworthy than the last.
Should I apologize again?
No, he said it wasn't my fault.
But what if he secretly hates me?
Maybe I should ask about the weather?
At one point, she imagined herself tripping over a root and landing face-first in a mud puddle, which somehow led to Sasuke laughing at her predicament. Then she realized Sasuke probably wouldn't laugh even if she did fall into a puddle, which made her feel both relieved and oddly disappointed