delightfulharmonypoetry:

promptdumpster:

“I– I think I like you.”

“Oh my God, why?”

*snort*

The misunderstanding made sense when you stepped back and looked at the situation with your eyes squinted and head cocked so hard it hurt a little on your neck. 

Approaching had been a thing she had had to take several deep breaths for. And even after she had made her mind up to get her legs to move she had headed in the opposite direction to the girl’s washroom where she had proceeded to puke her guts out. 

It was grade 12 and after 13 years of enduring the constant ache of her heart pining Hinata Hyuuga had made up her mind. It was time.

Unstable on legs unsure of their willingness to commit social suicide she had approached the table shaded by the biggest of the maple trees on campus. There the boys liked to laugh and joke loudly at one another. There the sun liked to splash them in blacks and brights as the leaves above them rustled with the last of the summer breezes before autumn came to knock all the green down. 

It was a blistering hot late September day. The kind that did not help her already ruddy face, but she walked on anyway, approaching alone and with fistfuls of her uniform skirt at her sides. 

Their hubbub was loud only until they caught sight of her and slowly their ruckus died down to a confused sort of hum. 

“Hinata! How’s it going? You okay?” 

That was Kiba, judging by the gruffness of the voice and she would have answered if she had had any voice of her own. Instead she stood in front of the pair of shoes she thought looked familiar and shook from head to toe. 

The quiet that replied told her she was making a fool of herself. One which would not easily be forgotten but at least it was the last year of highschool and if she had endure the humiliation it would only be until next summer when she could vanish into the chaos of grown up life, never again to be seen. 

“Hinata?” There was his voice, that of the blonde and blue eyed thief who had snuck into the chest cavity that housed her heart and made out with the vital thing without even knowing it. “Are you okay?” 

Was she okay? No. No, but that was the point. She wanted to be okay. She wanted to be over this thing, which haunted her every day and every night. She wanted a yes or a no. She wanted an answer.

Abruptly, and without any sort of warning the words jumped out of her mouth.

“I-I think I like you.” 

“Oh my god, why?” 

It was such a stunning reply, considering what she had been hoping for that her head snapped up and she realized, with the sinking feeling of falling off a bridge that she had made a mistake. 

A really really big mistake. 

Instead of Naruto she was standing before his quiet and mostly terrifying best friend. The Uchiha looked about as stunned as a cat after landing in a muddy puddle, all big eyes and slightly gaping mouth as he looked at her in clear confusion. 

Beside him Naruto roared with laughter and something that was akin to glee, jostling his best friend hard as the others threw out comments about how it was typical the Uchiha would get another confession, how it was a little surprising that the Hyuuga would be one of his admirers, how Kiba had been sure she was not like that. 

“Why, Hinata?” Naruto continued, reaching up to pat her head like she was a dog he could not train but loved anyway. “Here I thought you were smart.” 

Before her body could evaporate into little dew drops of shame Hinata gaped like a fish out of water, studying the boy before her who was obviously wrestling with what she had just decided to say to him. “I…I’m-” She began, feeling tears begin to rise and blur everything. Soon, she was sure he would open his mouth, find the words to slice her to ribbons and mutilated she would have to find the strength to move, to run, to hide. 

Instead he stood up, grabbed her by the hand and ripped her away the way she had come, to the rising chorus of teasing from his friends. 

“What the heck!? Sasuke?” 

“Where are you going?” 

“We wanna know what you’re gonna say!” 

“Hey! Come back, Romeo!” 

Hinata followed, stumbling after his long legged march also kind of wondering what it was he was going to say.

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i dunno. Don’t ask me.

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