#hinata replies

[moonescent]

Continued from here w/ @cosmicdreamt

The moment Neff asks if Hinata would like to be dolled-up her face turns redder than a lipstick Neff had sitting on the counter.  Suddenly, she felt very self-conscious, as if hundreds of eyes were looking at her through a magnifying glass. Her hands shoot up and begin nervously combing her hair over her left shoulder.

“O-Oh— Um— That’s not— “ She stumbles over her words as her mind races.  It was a sweet offer; One that made her feel like a warm, gooey freshly-baked cookie on the inside. That thought made her want to say yes.  But a worry wriggled about in her head, too: Make-up was expensive!

“I know make-up is expensive. . I wouldn’t want you to waste any.” 

[musaics]

From here with @nezumivc103221

“H-huh?”  

Hinata blinks profusely, concentration completely lost when Nezumi makes his request for a date.  Was he— Was he really thinking about such a thing during a time like this?! When potential danger could be near? He was sort of like this when they first met, too: A stressful situation was on their hands, yet he was trying to make her swoon.  Perhaps that was how he managed his stress.  It certainly wasn’t how Hinata endured it.

“U-Umm. . “ Hinata manages, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply as she makes an attempt to regain her focus.  “I think its— I think it’d be a better idea to focus on our current task first, don’t you think?”

Who knows— They may not even have an appetite after this.  Especially Hinata, after having regained her focus on the energy of the house.  The energy was cold, dark, and hungry.  Not necessarily malicious, but definitely not welcoming.  Nezumi was in the ballpark with the guess at a vampire.

“Whatever is here. . It feels hungry.” Had she not been feeling nervous, she might’ve joked that maybe Nezumi should take the creature in the house out to dinner! 

[musaics]

CONTINUED FROM HERE WITH @handpickedriot​

Her heart drums in her chest as he thumbs through the book, though Hinata isn’t sure if it is due to her bike pedaling or from nerves.  She decides it must be nerves, as it flutters in her chest when Naruto requests that she join him for dinner.  Getting to chosen dinner with Naruto on his birthday.. The Hyuuga nods with great vigor, shy smile growing wider. 

“I’d— I’d love to! Umm, riding a bike can really make a person hungry, eheh.”  She chatters on nervously.  She thumbs over the little bell on the front as silence falls between them.  Did he want her to pick? Should she pick? What if he didn’t want to eat what she wanted? 

“You pick!” She decides for them, the words rushing from her lips.  “It’s— It’s your special day, after all.” Hinata quickly glances behind herself, towards the pegs resting on either side of the bike’s back wheel. Naruto could definitely stand on those and hold on tight! “I’ll give you a special birthday ride!”

[musaics]

continued from here w/ @nezumivc103221​

          𝙾 𝙷 ,  𝙷 𝙸 𝙽 𝙰 𝚃 𝙰  𝙷 𝙰 𝚃 𝙴 𝚂  𝙷 𝙾 𝚆  quick her cheeks blush.  She also hates how quick her stomach fills with butterflies.  She hates how easily she is swayed by sappy words that probably mean nothing.  She tries to fight her hatred for all of these things by focusing on his words.  That phrase. . 

                 “Mm. . Mark Twain?” She asks with uncertainty.  Classics were not her favorite, but she’d been required to be well-versed in them as an adolescent.  Timidly, she curves a strand of hair behind her left ear and averts her gaze from his pretty face. “Do— Do you, umm, always greet strangers so. . “ She swallows hard. “Boldly?” Flirtatiously, she means. Or theatrically, perhaps.

          The rain drops falling against her burning cheeks keep her from getting too tongue-tied. Like him, Hinata raises her gaze. She uses this environmental distraction to stretch her magical energy and get a feel for the situation.  Through divination, she discovers he lacks parts for his sleek bike.  Not that she could say that outright.  But it was a tad obvious, wasn’t it?

                 “I can’t help with your bike, but. .”

[musaics]

from here w/ @firestcrm

“Mmm, it is a bit obvious. .” Hinata answers with a small, sheepish grin on her face.  Poor Sasuke, he looked positively freezing! It wasn’t even snowing yet. . What would he do when that happened? “B-But hold on—“

She removes her pack from her back, hastily digging into it to retrieve the requested thermos of miso soup.  After a few moments of blindly searching her hands wrap around the cool metal thermos.  She pulls the purple thermos from her bag, a grin of triumph on her face.

“Miso soup, as requested!” She answers him softly, lilac eyes shifting to look at the thermos.  “You gave me this thermos for my birthday.  Do— Do you remember?”

[musaics]

continued from here with @yuruse​‘s Naruto!

Everyone was entitled to their feelings? It didn’t always feel that way. Especially not as a Hyuuga; She was  told to hide away feelings and emotions, for they made her soft and weak. Of course, she had been fighting to prove such a notion wrong, but it felt like a losing battle. Especially when the boy she had confessed her feelings to months ago and almost died for had just ignored her confession.  This was the very same boy before her now.  

The feeling of loneliness increases tenfold.  She drops her gaze, hiding her face. Hinata sounds so broken as she speaks. “I used to think — hope— so, but— But now I’m not so sure.”

[musaics]

continued from here with @raichoose

        Kabuto means to comfort her, but it only hurts Hinata’s heart more to know that he is suffering from loneliness, too.  And while she did not know many details of his past, she imagines that he does know the true meaning of being lonely- Especially now that he was trapped in a village where people treated him very poorly.  And when he was trying his best.  Trying his best to be good.  She hangs her head, finding herself without energy to met his gaze.  Trying his best to be good. .  Being good.

        Good like he believed her to be.  And good like she wished he could see about himself. 

“It’s-- It’s also not an easy feeling to see. . To see someone you care about struggling.” Hinata murmurs softly, finally lifting her gaze.  Her expression holds a mixture of compassion and sorrow. “I think you’re suffering, too--  A-And it’s more than just loneliness.” 

[musaics]

dream talk featuring Naruto + Hinata! continued from here with @ramenthings​

                  “Mmm, all right.” Hinata smiles in response to Naruto’s proposition, eyes twinkling in delight and excitement.  She loved to talk about dreams. “Umm, what kind of dream would you like to hear about?”

        Mainly because she always wrote hers down after she woke up from one.  Hinata reaches for the tiny pastel blue backpack she carried with her when she was off-duty.  She unzips the little pack thoughtfully, fingers dipping into to retrieve a small leather-bound journal. The pages were thin and crinkly as she flips through the pages.  

              “This is my dream journal,” She murmurs to her friend, pale eyes lifting to reach his blue ones.  “I like to write down my dreams because I think dreams hold hidden meanings.”  A pause as she hums with amusement upon remembering something. “W-Well, I think most of them hold meaning.  One time I dreamt I was swimming in a bowl of ramen. . I don’t think there’s any secret meaning behind that one; I-It was just strange, eheh!”