Hinata drew in a sharp breath when his hand fell against her own slightly, shaky one. His larger hand was more calm and the warmth it bared was shockingly pleasant against her cold skin.The blush she was constantly keeping grew exponentially at how rough his hands were compared to hers but their skin melded together perfectly, their complexions quite similar.
She was concentrating her eyes on their connected hands and she was surprised to feel that she wasn’t draw away like she usually was from such intimate touches, instead his hands felt calming and direct not just in the way they felt but in the way he was holding onto her; soothing her nervous aching in her fingers.
Her eyes raised up slowly when he began to direct both of them, easily creating a beautiful flower against the grotesque brick wall. Her mouth fell open lightly and her hand tingled from where he had once been guiding theirs.
“I,” She turned her eyes over to him, her heart beat increasing the more she stayed close to him, “It’s beautiful Gaara-kun.” She lightly grazed her tongue over her bottom lip and gave him a small smile that fell away quickly when his gaze flicked away from hers.
When he began to look confused, she fully turned her body to him, her hand reached out and it lightly brushed his arm, she quickly drew it back though when those eyes looked right through her again. She moved it to rub against her arm still clutching onto the spray paint can. “O-Of course it’s nice to talk with you Gaara-kun. I’m sorry we’ve never gotten the chance to speak to each other before this… I sort of have a hard time approaching people on my own.” She pulled away her hand from her arm only to brush at her hair, her eyes falling to his nose, he had faint freckles adorning his face and she would have smiled again if there wasn’t a slow tension building up in her chest.