A young man and his father-in-law have tea on a porch.
It was a nice afternoon.
The weather was warming up, so even as the sun was starting to set no chill was in the air. The Hyuuga grounds were well cared for and beautiful to look at; Sasuke particularly liked the flowerbeds, which would be in bloom soon enough.
“How is she taking it?” Sasuke’s attention was drawn back to the older man next to him. Lord Hiashi regarded him expectantly. “Being house-bound.”
Sasuke felt his mouth start to twist up, and brought his cup to his lips to hide it. After a brief sip, he answered. “Well enough. I don’t think it’s being confined that’s bothering her so much as the bed-rest. Shino brings that little girl over, Mirai, a lot. I think that helps.”
His father-in-law must have been satisfied with that, his gaze flicking from Sasuke to his own cup. “And the reason you’re here, and not with my daughter?”
Sasuke took the suspicion with good grace. Apparently it wasn’t for him, per say, but more for his mother, who the Lord Hyuuga had apparently not gotten along with. It was a nice change. “She kicked me out. Said that I needed to,” He curled his fingers in air-quotes, making it clear he was paraphrasing; “‘Check on you.’”
Lord Hiashi said nothing, and Sasuke drank more tea to pass the time, before he overheard the soft, barely-there, and long-suffering sigh.
His surprise must have been more evident than he’d thought, since the Lord Hyuuga continued; “In the family way, for the first time, and she’s worrying if I’m lonely.” His eyes closed, briefly, as if he was fighting back a particularly persistent headache.
Sasuke really did smile then. “If you’re so worried for her, then don’t worry her.”
He felt more at ease when the older man’s eyes slid over to him this time. “You’ve married my daughter, yet you think she can be not worried?”
“I think that, considering this is our first time in the family way, You could humour her,” Sasuke countered easily.
Another sigh, barely-there yet full of meaning. Sasuke hid any laughter behind another sip of tea.
“Suggestions?” The older man asked drily.
Sasuke put his cup down purposefully, returned his hands to his lap, and then looked up at his father-in-law, the picture of serious intent.
“How have you been?” He asked.
The man looked almost offended.
Hinata loves her husband AND her father!! If she ever saw them getting along so well she’d probably pass out. Cause: Too happy.
Hinata attempts to give her Uchiha Sweetheart a sweet surprise. Sasuke is very, very bad at those.
Hinata was seeing another man.
Sasuke, who had come to the realization a few hours ago (she’d been asleep beside him, in their futon. She’d looked so beautiful), began preparing their first shared meal of the day with a quiet devestation. She’d been sneaking around lately, brushing aside telling him where she’d gone and what she’d been doing. Men’s items had shown up, albeit breifly- a bottle of colonge (neither of her team mate’s wore that), a formal men’s tie (a pattern and colour her father would never wear).
Of course she bought gifts for him. Hinata was a wonderful woman; sweet, and kind, and loving. God, had the world always been so bleak? No matter where he looked, from the sun streaming through their kitchen window, from her preparing the tea beside him; it was like there was a mist of grey over everything. Nothing cheery to his eyes. Nothing bright.
Hinata turned to him, and Sasuke wondered if this was it; if this was how it ended; in the morning, before breakfast.
“I was going to wait, until after breakfast, but...” Oh, her eyes were so bright; her face was shining, She was so happy; he had to let her go, didn’t he? If it would keep that happiness on her face. He’d do anything. He’d even see her off with a smile.
Going to wait until after breakfast... Sasuke’s eyes were getting a little glassy. Of course she would. He’d already made it; at least one last meal together. As they were. That was what she’d meant to do.
“Happy anniversary my darling!”
Sasuke blinked, down at the box, at the single rose on top. he flicked his eyes up, at Hinata’s joyous expression, her heartfelt glee.
It shattered when he felt tears wet his face, his relief an almost tangible force against his ribs, crushing his lungs. He let out a shaky breath and dropped his eyes again, embarrassed as she wiped at his cheeks, the picture of distress.
“Was it so horrible?” She fretted, as Sasuke rubbed at the wet trails left, his moment of weakness less mortifying if it was her.
“No, I was just... surprised,” He admitted, sniffed, and calmed again. Of course. They were together, after all; a year today. Sasuke had made their dinner reservations, hadn’t he? Even bought her some nice earrings her sister and father agreed she might wear. And a single rose.
He picked up the box from the counter where she’d left it to soothe him, and she brightened, watching his face eagerly as he opened it.
“A watch,” He saw.
Hinata nodded. “So now you won’t have to ask Naruto what time it is any more!”
Sasuke didn’t explain to her that that was done only to guilt their idiot Hokage into sitting down and actually doing his paperwork. “I see. I do need one, don’t I?”
She nodded, looking impossibly even more thrilled as he unbuckled it and slid it on. “You’ll wear it now?” She asked eagerly, shyly, and after a year he knew she was trying to tell him he didn’t have to, no matter how much she liked the gesture.
It was just that when it came to her, Sasuke would do anything. “Of course. We still have breakfast.”
The joke is that Sasuke’s overdramatic as well as fuckin oblivious.
In which Lance’s best friend Hunk discovers a rotund little rodent owned by Lance’s best ex-rival has the same name as him, and insists on cooking a celebratory dinner in honour of their meeting. Keith hatches a brilliant plan with the help of chinchilla-Hunk’s cage-mate, Keith Junior.
Day 1: Pets
I don’t know how well I’m gonna go with a uni student schedule but by god am I gonna try
Hinata attempts to find a way to woo her potential Uchiha Sweetheart. Sasuke is oblivious.
Hinata’s first course of action was a subtle one; simply not tell him. Keep it to herself, hope maybe she’d become such a great and incredible woman that he would be forced to notice her.
Hinata quickly squashed that idea. That was how her first love had come to an end.
The next was, apparently, simple, and advised to her by her much more knowledgeable mentors in love; “Just get to know the damn guy,” Kiba said gruffly, and indicated to Shino. “Knew this guy for years before we hooked up, ay?”
Shino waved.
“Kiba’s right,” Kurenai sighed, bouncing Mirai on her knee. “It really is the only way. Do you think you can do it?”
Mirai screamed happily and reached for her, and Kurenai passed her along to Hinata’s waiting arms. “I- yes! Of course!” She had Kiba, Shino and Kurenai’s backing, didn’t she?
Hinata was going to get to know Uchiha Sasuke.
And then he was going to fall in love with her.
Of course, first of all, she’d have to approach him. Easy enough; she was on the guard rotation for Sasuke while he was on probation in the village. Step two; actually approaching him.
“...” Hinata opened her mouth, couldn’t find the words, and promptly turned around when he glanced over his shoulder at her.
“... Were you saying something?” She finally heard him ask.
Wide-eyed, she turned back around and managed out a mortified squeak of: “No?”
“Mm.” Sasuke went back to his shopping. Hinata’s shoulders slumped as she followed along in his wake.
“Sasuke, would you like some tea?” Hinata offered as she walked into the kitchen, a surge of victorious energy coursing through her at finally being able to get words out. She held the box of brand new tea leaves up in front of her like a victory flag.
Sasuke looked up from where he was already pouring a second cup of tea.
Hinata laughed nervously, accepted her cup, and didn’t speak a full sentence for the rest of the afternoon.
This time, Hinata was sure they’d be able to make a deeper connection. She was almost giddy walking next to him towards the training grounds. It made so much more sense to try and find common ground based on his interests!
“Alright,” Sasuke sighed, dropping his bag and towel at the edge of the treeline. “I’m not going to hold back, Hyuuga; I’ve been told what you can do.”
Hinata nodded, her elation easily rerouted into thrumming readiness. She strode ahead of him, waiting in the middle of the clearing.
‘Stay calm, stay clam, stay calm,’ She chanted to herself, chewing at her lip nervously and letting her eyes wander. It was such a nice spot. Maybe a picnic-?
“Ready?” He asked, and Hinata startled before bowing and closing her eyes, breathing in deep as she got into position. When she felt centred and sure, she opened her eyes, and-
‘Oh he’s not wearing a shirt,’ Was the last thing she could remember thinking, before Sasuke’s shin slammed into her temple.
Hinata came around with a throbbing pain in her skull and a view up Sakura’s nostrils.
“She’ll be- oh! See! She’s coming around right now! Hey sweetie!” Sakura said cheerfully, smiling. She did some eye tests, asked Hinata what she remembered, tested her reflexes, and cleared her. Hinata sat up, thoroughly horrified, and found herself in Sasuke’s bedroom.
“I got a clone to get Sakura, and she had me carry you here,” Sasuke explained, after Sakura gave them a cheerful farewell. Apparently she had a date tonight. Hinata wished her luck.
“Thank you. For- for that,” She said, folding her hands in her lap and staring down at them. She felt like crying, but she was too embarrassed to. How could Sasuke ever come to love her now?
She blinked up at him, equal parts guilty and curious, when he came and sat next to her with a sigh.
“I’m sorry. I should have seen you were distracted.” Hinata took a shuddering breath, readying herself to deny such an absurd claim (she shouldn’t have been day-dreaming in the first place!), but Sasuke reached into her lap and took one of her hands, and she was speechless. “Let me make it up to you?”
She looked up at him through her lashes, taking in his flushed face, his averted gaze, the way he was nibbling on his bottom lip...
Finally, Hinata approached him. “M-maybe dinner?”
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I just want Hinata being just as flustered in love as she is in canon only more willing to do something about it! Go get him (he wants you to)!
After Lance and Pidge execute a stupid and embarrassing mission to try and get Hunk a date, Hunk is stumped over what to do with the only person who applied.
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Ino was absolutely terrified Hinata was going to break her fingers.
Sakura, hyper-aware of the tightening grip Hinata had on her best friend’s hands, was explaining with increased agitation; “A complete accident of course; I’m sure this jutsu’s side-effects are completely reversible and- all in the mature of scientific inquiry!” Sakura spun around, eyes wide with desperation, to Shino. He was her other team mate, and (while entirely unrelated to Ino’s accidental mishap) was completely unharmed, which had to count for something. “Right?!”
“I suppose,” Shino said calmly, as Kiba Inuzuka, now cubby, tiny, and roughly a toddler, yanked at his overcoat. His baby face screwed up in concentration, he tugged and heaved, his sharp little nails refusing to give up on his attempt to claim Shino’s coat. “Stop pulling, Kiba.”
“No!” Kiba yelled, grunting as he strained against the fabric.
Shino grabbed his coat and yanked; Kiba went sprawling backwards, his big head meeting a table leg with a horrifyingly loud ‘THUMP!’.
Everyone stilled, wide eyes focused on Kiba. To her left, Ino let out a pained whimper as Hinata’s hands probably clamped down on her.
“Adu!” Kiba sobbed out, bursting into tears. Shino was on his knees in a moment, thin hands fluttering, obviously distressed and unsure.
“Wait, what did he say?” Sakura asked, turning to face Hinata, who, she was relieved to find out, TenTen had finally managed to pry her hands off of Ino’s wrists. Ino darted around them to stand behind Sakura slightly.
“He said ow,” Hinata provided, yanking her hands out of TenTen’s grasp with a flash of disgusted irritation more suited to her cousin. It seemed Kiba’s age regression had her more on-edge than anyone else. “It’s from the language of the Inuzuka Clan.” Realization dawned on her. “That was the only language Kiba knew until he was six.”
“You mean when he started the academy?” Hinata nodded vigorously. “Uh-oh,” Sakura said flatly. So they were probably dealing with a five-year-old Kiba… that none of them could understand.
“I know it,” Shino called, Kiba huddled over his lap as he stroked his head. “Not fluently, but enough, I think.” Kiba said something to him, muffled by his knees. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Kiba.” He added something again, sounding more upset, and, with a sigh, Shino began shrugging out of his overcoat.
He handed it over, and Kiba gave a shout of triumph, rolling off of his lap to sprawl out onto it. “Oh, I see. Now you’re fine. Everything’s fine now, isn’t it?” Sakura pressed her fingers to her mouth, trying not to be caught smiling at Shino’s indignant tone. Now that Ino’s limbs weren’t in danger, Sakura could safely see the humour in their current situation. Toddler Kiba was shockingly cute.
Hinata trotted over to her team mates, crouching down next to Kiba and cooing to him. Her shoulders were still tense, but she sounded alright.
Ino’s worried face swam into her vision. “We have to fix this before Hinata snaps my neck,” She hissed.
TenTen held her hands up in a placating manner. “Hinata loves kids. She’ll be cool with this in a sec; look, it’s already working!” Indeed; Hinata was bent double over Kiba, who had one arm though Shino’s coat and was attempting to climb her in an effort to give her as big a hug as possible, all while snuffling and sniffing at her long hair.
He said something loudly, sounding pleased. “Kiba thinks you smell very sweet,” Shino supplied, before Sakura could swear he muttered; “God, I’ve known him too long.”
Hinata laughed, sounding delighted. Ino seemed slightly less worried for her life. TenTen seemed like she also wanted to cuddle toddler Kiba and let him sniff her hair.
Sakura folded her arms, sure this was going to be one of the funniest experiences of her life.
I wanna make this into my new series it’ll be amazingly cute I swear.
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