Mar 20
🌸 ( hinata & shino )
Wildflowers often grew in the clearings of the training forest, where they lingered after a morning spent all day training. Hiding away from the sun's harsh beams, he sits quietly, watching as she approaches to tuck a single, blossoming flower between the strands of his hair. There's a number things that could be said. Perhaps a word of gratitude, a small questioning of what brought this on, or maybe something else. Yet he asks with a familiar, expressionless complexion that hid more than he intends to more times than not.
" How do I look ? "
@spiritmarking || Send a '🌸' for my muse's reaction to yours putting a flower in their hair.