I will not be participating as I did last year; I only have one thing, but this happened months before the actual time. But I do want to wish everybody to enjoy it and to give their best; it is really a fun time. .
Word of advice: you don't need to elaborately plan for every single prompt; you're not obligated to. Overall, there are 31 options, and you write/draw depending on what you feel comfortable with; that's the magic of it.
I cannot wait to read what everyone has prepared! So excited, and I just want you to know that I'm happy and I'm already very proud of you for deciding to make your writing debut for the first time or SasuHina Month.
Sasuke thumps his head on the table, annoyed at the cooing he can hear from upstairs. He straightens up before letting the wet rag fall on the counter, moving to the sink to wash his hands, wincing at Ino’s very loud squeal. He grumbles, before walking around the island, walking to the bottom of the stairs. “Ino, shut the fuck up!” he says calmly in a loud voice, listening to Ino closing the door upstairs and appearing on the top of the stairs with a journal? book? on her arms, with some pictures haphazardly balanced on top.
She walks— sprints down the stairs, sidestepping him and dumping the pile on a table, her nails digging to his arm. “Sasuke, you didn’t tell me you were childhood sweethearts with Hinata!” she exclaims, making him splutter in disbelief, cheeks coloring in bemusement. “What do you mean? I never—” he caught sight of the pictures, before groaning, hiding his face in his palms. He doesn’t remember, and he didn’t expect that Ino will see this. He thought Ino was the better choice to help him with organizing his house, rather than Naruto and Sakura.
“We were not sweethearts. We were just friends,” he enunciates, tone slightly defensive, “and besides, it broke off when the massacre happened.” he added glumly. Ino sighs out in exasperation, with pity? amusement? exhaustion? before flicking him on the forehead, spreading the pictures in a line. His brows raise when he caught some glimpses of Shikamaru’s hair, looking at Ino expectantly. “My mom was genin teammates with their dads. Playdates.”
She huffs forlornly, “You three are hopeless.” He just gives her a shrug, watching over her shoulder as she looks at the pictures one by one. The pile doesn’t have that much pictures, mostly drawings with crayons with scribbled names or half-assed drawings, some with neat lines and proper colors and some mostly empty and scarce. She giggles at one, seeing a wobbly stroke of brown crayon, and small writing in the corner saying : Shika fell asleep again. - Hinata and Sasuke.
He rolls his eyes, failing to hide the smile slipping on his lips as Ino plucks a picture of Mikoto, Hiashi and Shikaku with their three kids in front, ranging around 2-3 years old, wobbly standing and holding unto each other with tight grips. “You were adorable,” she teases, hand hovering over his chubby cheeks and doe onyx eyes, making him scowl, “I was not.”
“You were.” she laughs, “although you look like an cat hissing a fit whenever you’re scowling.” It was a running joke with Team 7, who at this point are used to his glares and scowls, his intimidation tactic failing, instead looking like one of the cats in the Uchiha compound. He nudges her shoulder instead, Ino taking another picture , moving platinum blonde hair away from her face, blue eyes lighting up in mischief. A shy Hinata peeks from behind him, with a dozing Shikamaru sitting on the ground on his other side, leaning on him. He has a wide smile, hand resting on the tiny brown ponytail.
Ino snickers, as he takes another one, seeing the three of them wearing kimonos walking hand-by-hand on the streets, the orange tint of the lanterns reflecting off of their dark hair. There’s another one, with the camera close to their faces, a lavender eye and upturned pink lips on the left corner, with Shikamaru’s hair popping up from the bottom, Sasuke’s eye appearing on the right. “You were such cute kids.” she comments, Sasuke finding it hard to refuse the compliment. Maybe, he isn’t, but Hinata and Shikamaru definitely were— are. He flushes at the realization, averting his eyes and stacking the papers instead.
He tugs on Ino’s shirt, making the woman stand, before relenting to his request, going up the stairs. “Fine, fine, I’ll get going with organizing it.” He smirks, “I’ll let you shift through them later, just finish them first.” She perks up, before darting up, the enthusiastic “Yes!” echoing. He doesn’t get why Ino is excited about it, after all, she was also Shikamaru and Hinata’s bestfriend, she should’ve seen their childhood photos. “I never saw yours, or ones with the three of you. They didn’t even tell me you were childhood sweethearts!” she answers his spoken out loud thought, he glowers grumpily at the sweethearts mentioned, before pocketing his hands.
He wanders back to the kitchen, taking the discarded rag and wiping the marble counter, moving down to the bottom cabinets. He lets himself hum and get lost in his thoughts, efficiently barreling through his old essentials, throwing away the long used cleaning supplies. He dusts his pants off, swiping at the dust and cobwebs clinging on his arms, before washing his hands carefully. He runs a wet hand through his hair, the black strands staying out of his face as he dries his hands off.
The rest of the house is already clean and organized, including the Itachi’s old bedroom which was surprisingly in good condition, the awards and clothes well kept and free of dust. His old bedroom was easy to discard of the old stuff toys and smaller clothing, changing the muted blue bedding for dark grey, softer ones, and refilling his closet with clothes that do fit him, with his now better color scheme. He absently places the new tea cups on the counter before placing the kettle over open flame, taking the bags of groceries to the fridge while waiting.
He places the tin of cookies beside the cups, as he fills the fridge with fresh cartons of milk, alongside the newly bought perishable goods. He washes the vegetables, plucking a cherry tomato and eating it while placing the fruits in the basket. He pours hot water as the tea bag bobs on the surface, opening the cookie tin to get a shortbread, nibbling on it as he listens to the fumbling from upstairs, heard from the kitchen. He stays quiet as Ino budges the door open loudly, stomping down the stairs, the wood creaking loud as she appears in the doorway, papers flying in her wake.
She looks at him with a determinedly grim expression, offering a smile— that looks more like a grimace, before waving two scrolls in her hand. His mismatched eyes narrow in instinct, the gold sheen on the white paper and the chakra presence of his parents intact on the delicate sheet. “What is that supposed to be—?” he asks hesitantly, not liking the information about to be told. “I don’t know, you tell me. I just found them in a box named Sasuke, with a seal on it.”
A box with my name on it? he thinks incredulously, mouth opening to ask before he shuts it closed, taking the offered scrolls instead. His brows knitted together in concentration as Ino takes the full cup of tea, taking a chocolate cookie daintily. He channels his chakra through the frisky seal, before it opens, his parent’s chakra hitting him full-force. He unfurls the top with bated breath, meticulously written words with precise and sure strokes of ink in beautiful handwriting— his mother’s appear on the sheer reflective white paper. It’s a marriage contract, he realizes, as his eyes follow the words written, the stark black ink blurring against the blinding white.
Marriage contract. With the Hyuugas. Ensuring the bond, and making peace. No more fights. His Sharingan whirl in horror, even if he is inwardly pleased, a pink blush appearing on his cheeks. He blinks, each time dragging on longer, before he reads the last part, seeing the Hyuuga Hinata written in Hiashi Hyuuga’s writing, blocky straight letters against Fugaku’s neatly scribbled one. The date is stamped with the Hyuuga and Uchiha stamp, as he releases a tense breath, shaking fingers following the chakra infused signature of his father.
He stays there staring at his mother’s writing, the cursive handwriting and the loops making him reminiscent of his own, ‘pretty’ handwriting. He exhales through clenched teeth, before pushing it aside, Ino taking it from his hands. He focuses on the other one, blowing the hair out of his face while his chakra unlocks the seal. Ino lets out a surprised ‘ah’ of understanding, munching quietly while she mouths some words, her chakra simmering under her skin. “So it is a marriage contract,” she murmurs wistfully, rolling it to a scroll, “I had my suspicions.”
“I assume you already seen one of these?” he asks, while his eyes start to skim through a different handwriting, tilting his head on the swiftly written words, the ends of some letters dragging lazily. He inhales deeply in realization, Ino letting out some sort of squeak, her eyes widening. “That’s Yoshino Nara’s writing.” He winces, before pulling the curled bottom of the scroll, patting it flat on the counter as he catches on his name on the bottom. Again. With Shikamaru’s name on the side.
Ino whistles in a low voice, amusedly looking at the scrolls side-by-side. “You have a lot on your plate, Uchiha.” He groans, pinching his nose in annoyance before whining pitifully, “Why me.” Ino smirks. “Stop being dramatic, I’m sure your parents wouldn’t contract Itachi with a kid your age. And it seemed like you were being prepared as a heir for emergency situations.” He levels her with a flat stare, “Well, it worked out, because I somehow became the clan head.” he answers with his dry humor.
“Stop with your deprecating shit Uchiha, and find out a way with these.” she points to the scrolls, while he leans on the counter, resting his head on his palms. His elbow digs on the hard surface, but he pays it no mind, biting his lip. “Are these still true? I mean, isn’t Hinata and Shikamaru engaged right now?” he hisses, remembering the two lovebirds recently declaring it. He turns a hopeless glance at Ino, “Can I turn this down? Since my parents aren’t technically here to make it true?”
“Sasuke, you could ask Shikaku-san and Hiashi-san about it.” Ino admits, “Although I’m not sure how this will work considering it’s a chakra-focused marriage contract.” He blows a shaky breath out, before dropping his head on his arms. He mumbles, the sound muffled on his arms, while Ino leans closer to hear the muted, quiet voice. “I don’t want to ruin their marriage.”
“You aren’t ruining it, Sasuke, you didn’t even know,” she insists, frowning at the tiredly spoken admission. “Maybe they can consider you?” she tries to lighten it, only receiving hunched shoulders and Sasuke burying his face further in his folded arms. The state of the Uchiha is depressing, the male still deep in his after-war depression, even if others are already moving on. Not that Ino can blame him, the people around him constantly crushing him down with whispers and insults behind his back, some of them failing to hide their disdain.
She sighs, rubbing at her childhood friend’s arm, listening to Sasuke calming down his breathing, his chakra tense and tight like a string. She became Sasuke’s confidant, after his time in the cells, trusting her enough to let her look through his memories. She soothes him, until his chakra coils uncurls into light flickering. Sasuke rubs at his eyes in exhaustion, temples pounding and his eyes aching. She doesn’t open her mouth, instead helping Sasuke clean up the used cups and tin, wiping off the crumbs and droplets of tea on the counter, before taking the scrolls and placing it on the table.
She arranges the pictures and drawings, placing the scrolls on the side, making sure to not let it roll off. “You know, you’re allowed to be loved, Sasuke.” she smiles, as Sasuke’s eyes dart to her in a glance, “You’re not unlovable, you just grew up unloved.” Dark mismatched eyes cloud over as she pats his shoulder, “I’m here, your team’s always here. You’re not alone. Not anymore.” she presses her cheek on his, “You’re like my little brother now.”
Sasuke huffs a amused breath, “I don’t fit in the little, in your description.” he says, but hugs her nonetheless, letting himself be vulnerable for once. “You’re always gonna be like a little brother, you don’t have the bones to be an older one.” Sasuke turned misty eyes to her, “I guess not.”
“You’ve always have been. Now, I’m gonna go and let you settle in. Just send me a hawk, Chiya if possible, when you want or need help, okay?” she says, while she tightens the laces on her shoes, the door ajar. He nods, “I’ll think about it. Thank you, Ino.” She flashes him a smirk, making him grunt in amusement, as she flips her hair over her shoulder. “Ta-ta.”
The door slams shut, as the tea cups dry off on the rack, while he returns them in their proper places, eye trailing over to the scroll on his way to the stairs. He stops by the table, thumb grazing the seals while he sits down, letting his cheek sit atop his hand. His eyes reads the words again, repeating it over and over his head, dazed. He takes two empty sheets of paper, taking a brush and an ink pot before settling down on the chair.
He writes with clear lines, signing the letter with a flourish. He seals the scrolls with his chakra, stamping an Uchiha crest on the outside before summoning two hawks, tying it securely in their claws. Ishi and Aya stays on his shoulders, rubbing their wings on his duck butt of a hair affectionately before flying out the opened window, flapping of wings disappearing into the night. Hopefully, they receive his invitation, and talk about the contract.
No, Shikaku did not die. And yes, Sasuke does have two intact arms. Bless me, I wrote this at 10 pm, and finished in 2 hours. I need sleep. I think I forgot to emphasize that Sasuke has a Rinnegan-
It was a still night, the stars were hidden away, crying, mourning the fact that something cruel had happened in humanity. The moon was there, a quiet, unjudgmental witness to what was happening, just there, just in case somebody asked, she could tell them what happened.
The masses were reunited, behind them asking themselves, what happened, what was going to happen now? Uchiha soldiers were surrounding them, which instilled fear in the women, the kids, and even some men.
The shrine of the moon goddess was up in flames, minutes away from being forgotten. The smell of burn was present, smoke surrounding, a cleanse that meant death, an erased sentence. In the center of everything, as a stoned figure, Fugaku Uchiha stood beside Madara Uchiha, general of the army. Ruthless, vindictive, and cold.
“What may have transpired here is a reminder that the Uchiha fire will forever destroy anything that may oppose them.”
Soldiers responded with the war cry. Demonstrating their rejoicing at their success.
“The Hyūga name dies tonight,” Madara continued, “It should not be muttered anymore, nor the discussion of their descendants ever be mentioned.”
The cries were once again rumbling, almost making the floor vibrate.
“Instant death to anyone who claims affiliation to those white eyed demons,” Madara finished with disdain in his voice, each word muttering like the crack of the fires.
That night, it became a capital sin to be a Hyūga, the representative of the moon on earth.
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Hey guys I'm back after my vacation, i hope you guys enjoy the snippet of the newest story, which will probably see light by the end of November. So, a month from now! Can't wait to hear your thoughts on it!
She doesn’t speak much, but she sees everything.
In a house ruled by silence and discipline, a girl learns to read the world through the people around her — their glances, words, and sometimes from what they hide. -Formerly Known As: The Men In My Life-
Whispers Between Worlds: (Complete)
Hinata has a secret; she can see the death. That’s how she meets her future boyfriend.
Bewitching: (Complete)
Her path was never to become a ninja; her legacy lay in something more powerful.
Twisting Clichés: (Complete)
My contribution for SasuHina Month 2025.
Back To You: (Complete)
When Sasuke abruptly ends things with Hinata, her world shatters. Struggling to move on, she finds unexpected comfort in Naruto, and their connection quickly deepens into something more. A romantic weekend getaway seems like a fresh start—until Hinata runs into Sasuke again… with someone else on his arm.
Riven: (Complete)
Witch Hinata and the cursed Sasuke, her black cat by day, man by night, live quietly at the edge of a haunted forest. But when a dark spirit hunts him, Hinata must use forbidden magic to protect him. In a world of shadows and secrets, their bond...
The Moon Priestess: (Complete)
Sasuke didn't care for the Hyūga; his uncle, Madara Uchiha, eliminated each one. No one in the Uchiha clan expected to have the enemy living so close to them.
Review My Taste For You: (Complete)
Sasuke is a renowned chef on his quest to obtain his third Michelin Star. Hinata loves food and thus is a food critic. She can help Sasuke get that award... if she wants to.
Drunken Encounters: (Complete)
Where Sasuke and Hinata seemed to be interacting when there's alcohol involved.
Where Home Finds Us: (Complete)
For Hinata’s birthday, Sasuke plans a quiet holiday in a secluded cabin, far from missions and expectations. Surrounded by snow and warmth, they share a love built not on words, but on intention.
Catcalling: (Complete)
College freshman Hinata is the typical introvert adopted by a group of extroverts, and after a night with the girls, she has an unusual encounter with the law.
Sugar Rush: (Complete)
Ino just wanted to seek some excitement… She didn't expect to find it with Jiraiya. - My first Jiraiya/Ino Story is 🔥
Drumming Feelings: (Ongoing)
Hinata joins the 'Hebi' band after a scandal. They don't like each other... at all.
Serotonin Rush: (Complete)
Read Sasuke's & Hinata's relationship, and how they learn more about each other. -The side story of Sugar Rush.-
Situationship (Complete)
Hinata was recently dumped. So she did the only thing she shouldn't do: text her long-standing situationship.
-Continuation for Catcalling-
The Stepmother: (Ongoing)
After his mother’s disappearance, Sasuke never expected his father to remarry someone perfect for him.
Fin Me🪼: (Ongoing)
During her 21st Birthday, Hinata discovers she's not an ordinary girl.
SPY IN THREE: (Ongoing)
Hinata knew excitement, the kind that not even 1% of the people would experience in their lifetime. But nothing tops the excitement her two favorite boys provided.
As you all know, in the middle of this year, I decided to take my writing a little bit more seriously; instead of just waiting for that time to arrive so I could write. I just decided to make time for it, and nowadays, I think I am healthy in lining and maintaining my writing goals, and it's something I really would love to bring in the upcoming year in two days. Special shout-out to my divas for motivating me and ensuring I am feeling my writing goals as well...🧡
I included my Vision Board for my Writing Goals for the Upcoming Year, and now, some themes that I would love to explore. I have the outlines for some, and well others are just ideas waiting to flourish.
🍳 Review My Taste For You: In the Last Chapters
🫖 Tiny Truths in Teacups: I need to take a step back and read, and regroup so I can finish that one. BUT IT WILL BE DONE!
As always, thank you so much for your support. I hope you enjoy the new projects... 📖
Hey, I just posted another brand-new story, and I am so excited about it. I've done like 10 chapters already, so it is safe to post. The link is in the title, and here is the Pinterest board I made for it.
Special thanks to the SasuHina Discord Group for helping me with ideas and support...🧡
