“Sasuke, you can’t scowl me away, so you may as well sit.” Hinata’s voice is quiet, laced with underlying gentleness and patience, and it deflates him–extinguishes his anger. He huffs a breath, dropping to sit in the grass beside her, lone arm across his bent knee.
She smiles at him then, radiant as the setting sun, and he fights against the urge to lean closer; to taste that smile for his own.
That is until she reaches out, tucks a daisy into his hair beside his ear with all the casual ease of their unexpected friendship, and giggles. “You look ridiculous,” she tells him. And Sasuke gives up–stops fighting against the inevitable–the battle for his bruised and battered heart long lost–and leans into her, catching that smile–her happiness–on his lips.
oh lovely!
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