It's still raining."Hinata glanced

It's still raining."

Hinata glanced up to the sky. Stretching out her hand into the pouring raindrops, she sighed. She didn't expect rain today; it was sunny all morning. Most of the students didn't seem to expect it, either, since they had scurried outside with impromptu umbrellas. There must only be a few of them left in the school building by now, she reckoned. Her surroundings were quiet and still, silenced by the rain's gentle patter.

She let out another small sigh.

To go home with a slightly drenched uniform would mean facing a series of admonitions and tough advices from Father and Neji; she remembered the last time it had happened, and if she could, avoiding that would really be best. It was just her luck to not bring an umbrella today – her schoolbag was too small to protect her from the drips of water, so she had to stay and wait for the rain to stop.

She shifted, leaning on the wall. For how long she had been waiting, she couldn't tell – she only wished that she could go home soon, drink a warm cup of cinnamon tea and read her favorite book afterwards.

… Then, she suddenly wondered if he had gone home.

Her cheeks warmed.

From what she recalled, he had soccer club today. But if she wasn't mistaken, the club ended moments ago when the drizzle started to fall. Perhaps he was already in the comfort of his house, then. She felt honestly glad – he could catch a cold easily.

Smiling a little, Hinata let her mind wander.

She remembered the time in Iruka-sensei's class just today; it was already that time of the month where they had to swap seats. Out of pure luck, or maybe – just maybe – with a little touch of fate, she got a table next to his.

She could still feel the tingles and the rapid beating of her heart; she felt truly delighted. He was hardly ever that near, and to know that she could be somewhat closer… it felt truly nice.

Most of the times, she would only look at him from afar. He would sometimes look back, caught her looking at him, and then smiled his very own warm, vivid smile. In some chances, he would chat with her for a little while, unknowingly indulging her with his cheerful grin and clear, sparkling eyes.

Sometimes in class, when the teacher was not looking, she would steal fleeting glances at the bright boy. She would quietly smile when he yawned; would imagine the rhythm of his tapping fingers. She would admire the look on his face as he struggled to understand the lesson's subject; would notice that he didn't get it as he scratched his head and frowned.

She would, then, let her heart hope for that wish she had been having for the longest time. She would promise herself that she would strive to do her very best, following his example. Maybe one day, he would no longer be so far out of her reach.

Maybe one day, she could finally catch up to him.

Hinata smiled, but then shook her head – she shouldn't be thinking such wishful thoughts so often. Even though he was far, if that was enough to make him happy, she would be happy, too.

The pitter patter had slowed down and eventually stopped.

A feeling of relief enveloped her. She could finally go home! Father might be a little irritated since she got back late, but she would try to make it up to him. Perhaps a nice, decent meal would do – she knew how he loved a warm bowl of miso shiru.

'The best way to a man's heart is through his stomach.'

Standing up and grabbing her schoolbag, she smiled. She was glad that Father was not as strict as he was before, now that he and Neji had come to good terms and the bonds within her family had grown better. He took part in that as well, and she felt thankful for him; she would always be.

Should she make Neji some, too? It would be nice to have a dinner together today, if they were not busy. She'd be really glad if –

"Hinata?"

…

That voice…?

She froze.

Footsteps then approached her; strong, lively footsteps.

No, it couldn't be –

"Hey, it's really Hinata!"

She gasped, trying to make it as inaudible as possible. Slowly, she turned her head towards the voice, and was stunned, then, when she saw him; his shirt messy, his blazer unbuttoned, and his face – his vibrant, kind, grinning face.

All of a sudden she felt lightheaded.

"Na… Naruto-kun?"

He laughed, and she felt a thousand emotions bubble in her chest. "The one and only!" he replied cheerfully. "You haven't gone home yet?"

"I-I…" she gulped, "I didn't bring an umbrella…"

"So that's why," he said, nodding a few times. "I mean, your father is a pretty tough guy from what I recalled, right? He'd get mad if you get home soaked."

Hinata smiled bashfully, trying to hide the deep red on her cheeks. "B-But, um… he's been nicer since you've talked to Neji nii-san," she said. "Thank you, Naruto-kun."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "It wasn't really because of me, you know."

She shook her head, admiring his modesty in heart. She was sure that he was the one who brought that change to her family – he had this power in him that could reach people's hearts.

He was special.

"I… I think it really was."

His lips curled up into an even bigger smile.

"So… are you heading home right now?" he asked.

"Y-Yes, I was just about to." She let a smile grow on her face as she waved him goodbye, although if she were to admit… she would have loved to stay there for a little longer. "Um, I'll see you tomorrow, then, Naruto-kun!"

He grinned. Hinata felt her heart flutter as she turned; ready to stride her way home. To see him at this time of the day and to be graced with his bright personality was certainly unexpected; it was much like a dream. She was sure that a smile would still be clinging on her lips, pink tinges still on her cheeks as she walked to–

"Oh, wait!"

She instantly turned back.

Naruto jogged to her front and stopped her, talking with a fairly fast pace. "Don't go home yet! Wait here, alright?" he flashed a toothy grin, "I'll be back in a jiffy!"

Before she could answer, he had darted off. Her mouth was left opened, cheeks warm, heartbeat rapid, and she felt butterflies dancing ever so freely in her belly. It was startling, these feelings he could inflict on her just by doing simple things.

Maybe this was the consequences she had to receive from falling in love – she had been feeling this way towards him for what seemed like years.

They had been wishful years, she thought, smiling a little.

Minutes passed, and as soon as she heard the noises of footsteps along with something she couldn't recognize, she turned.

When she saw him approaching her with a bicycle along with him, she was surprised; he rarely brought his bike to school – usually he would just walk. He then looked at her, walking cheerfully while sometimes sparing glances at the drenched, muddy wheels. The bicycle itself was as dry as it would be under the shelter where it was parked.

He stopped right before her, turned his bicycle to face the school gates, sat on the saddle, and patted the empty seat behind him.

Seeing her confused look, he grinned. "Hop on!"

"H-Hop on?" She blinked, at a loss for words.

Still smiling, he playfully shrugged and said the words that sent millions of butterflies back in her tummy: "How else am I going to take you home?"

Her heart soared.

If she were able to look at herself, she would have seen that her face's color almost matched those of ripe, crimson cherries. She would look funny, as well – eyes opened wide, mouth slightly apart, and body stood still in a frozen state. He must have noticed after seconds passed, because his smile faded a tad bit as he tilted his head and asked with a somewhat concerned tone.

"Are you okay?"

Hinata blinked, feeling flustered as well as a little embarrassed. Oh, if only she had more composure! "Y-Yes! I… I'm alright – I'm sorry."

He laughed. "You know, you're kinda weird sometimes," the said girl blushed and stared at her feet – "there's nothing to be sorry for! It's fine."

She looked at him only to be charmed by his beam.

Naruto then steadied his position, looking ahead as he grabbed the handlebars. He then glanced at her, asking her to come with a motion. She hesitated. "Um, is it really okay? I don't want to bother you –"

"It's perfectly okay. Besides, I know the way to your house and it's not too far away, right?" he replied, beaming at her. "I insist."

Her heart's pace increased yet again. Could she ever resist that kindness of his? With slightly awkward steps, along with a gulp every now and then, she approached him and sat on the bicycle's backseat.

His warmth collided into her straight away.

"Alright," he exclaimed, "let's go!"

He balanced his body and pedaled forward. Hinata accidentally let a gasp out of her mouth as the wheels turned. She had to hold on to the edges of her seat so she wouldn't fall – because simply thinking of holding onto him made her feel as though she would fall already.

They left the school afterwards, continuing the small trip. Hinata couldn't help but feel truly, most certainly happy.

She unconsciously smiled.

.

It's still raining."

Hinata glanced up to the sky. Stretching out her hand into the pouring raindrops, she sighed. She didn't expect rain today; it was sunny all morning. Most of the students didn't seem to expect it, either, since they had scurried outside with impromptu umbrellas. There must only be a few of them left in the school building by now, she reckoned. Her surroundings were quiet and still, silenced by the rain's gentle patter.

She let out another small sigh.

To go home with a slightly drenched uniform would mean facing a series of admonitions and tough advices from Father and Neji; she remembered the last time it had happened, and if she could, avoiding that would really be best. It was just her luck to not bring an umbrella today – her schoolbag was too small to protect her from the drips of water, so she had to stay and wait for the rain to stop.

She shifted, leaning on the wall. For how long she had been waiting, she couldn't tell – she only wished that she could go home soon, drink a warm cup of cinnamon tea and read her favorite book afterwards.

… Then, she suddenly wondered if he had gone home.

Her cheeks warmed.

From what she recalled, he had soccer club today. But if she wasn't mistaken, the club ended moments ago when the drizzle started to fall. Perhaps he was already in the comfort of his house, then. She felt honestly glad – he could catch a cold easily.

Smiling a little, Hinata let her mind wander.

She remembered the time in Iruka-sensei's class just today; it was already that time of the month where they had to swap seats. Out of pure luck, or maybe – just maybe – with a little touch of fate, she got a table next to his.

She could still feel the tingles and the rapid beating of her heart; she felt truly delighted. He was hardly ever that near, and to know that she could be somewhat closer… it felt truly nice.

Most of the times, she would only look at him from afar. He would sometimes look back, caught her looking at him, and then smiled his very own warm, vivid smile. In some chances, he would chat with her for a little while, unknowingly indulging her with his cheerful grin and clear, sparkling eyes.

Sometimes in class, when the teacher was not looking, she would steal fleeting glances at the bright boy. She would quietly smile when he yawned; would imagine the rhythm of his tapping fingers. She would admire the look on his face as he struggled to understand the lesson's subject; would notice that he didn't get it as he scratched his head and frowned.

She would, then, let her heart hope for that wish she had been having for the longest time. She would promise herself that she would strive to do her very best, following his example. Maybe one day, he would no longer be so far out of her reach.

Maybe one day, she could finally catch up to him.

Hinata smiled, but then shook her head – she shouldn't be thinking such wishful thoughts so often. Even though he was far, if that was enough to make him happy, she would be happy, too.

The pitter patter had slowed down and eventually stopped.

A feeling of relief enveloped her. She could finally go home! Father might be a little irritated since she got back late, but she would try to make it up to him. Perhaps a nice, decent meal would do – she knew how he loved a warm bowl of miso shiru.

'The best way to a man's heart is through his stomach.'

Standing up and grabbing her schoolbag, she smiled. She was glad that Father was not as strict as he was before, now that he and Neji had come to good terms and the bonds within her family had grown better. He took part in that as well, and she felt thankful for him; she would always be.

Should she make Neji some, too? It would be nice to have a dinner together today, if they were not busy. She'd be really glad if –

"Hinata?"

…

That voice…?

She froze.

Footsteps then approached her; strong, lively footsteps.

No, it couldn't be –

"Hey, it's really Hinata!"

She gasped, trying to make it as inaudible as possible. Slowly, she turned her head towards the voice, and was stunned, then, when she saw him; his shirt messy, his blazer unbuttoned, and his face – his vibrant, kind, grinning face.

All of a sudden she felt lightheaded.

"Na… Naruto-kun?"

He laughed, and she felt a thousand emotions bubble in her chest. "The one and only!" he replied cheerfully. "You haven't gone home yet?"

"I-I…" she gulped, "I didn't bring an umbrella…"

"So that's why," he said, nodding a few times. "I mean, your father is a pretty tough guy from what I recalled, right? He'd get mad if you get home soaked."

Hinata smiled bashfully, trying to hide the deep red on her cheeks. "B-But, um… he's been nicer since you've talked to Neji nii-san," she said. "Thank you, Naruto-kun."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "It wasn't really because of me, you know."

She shook her head, admiring his modesty in heart. She was sure that he was the one who brought that change to her family – he had this power in him that could reach people's hearts.

He was special.

"I… I think it really was."

His lips curled up into an even bigger smile.

"So… are you heading home right now?" he asked.

"Y-Yes, I was just about to." She let a smile grow on her face as she waved him goodbye, although if she were to admit… she would have loved to stay there for a little longer. "Um, I'll see you tomorrow, then, Naruto-kun!"

He grinned. Hinata felt her heart flutter as she turned; ready to stride her way home. To see him at this time of the day and to be graced with his bright personality was certainly unexpected; it was much like a dream. She was sure that a smile would still be clinging on her lips, pink tinges still on her cheeks as she walked to–

"Oh, wait!"

She instantly turned back.

Naruto jogged to her front and stopped her, talking with a fairly fast pace. "Don't go home yet! Wait here, alright?" he flashed a toothy grin, "I'll be back in a jiffy!"

Before she could answer, he had darted off. Her mouth was left opened, cheeks warm, heartbeat rapid, and she felt butterflies dancing ever so freely in her belly. It was startling, these feelings he could inflict on her just by doing simple things.

Maybe this was the consequences she had to receive from falling in love – she had been feeling this way towards him for what seemed like years.

They had been wishful years, she thought, smiling a little.

Minutes passed, and as soon as she heard the noises of footsteps along with something she couldn't recognize, she turned.

When she saw him approaching her with a bicycle along with him, she was surprised; he rarely brought his bike to school – usually he would just walk. He then looked at her, walking cheerfully while sometimes sparing glances at the drenched, muddy wheels. The bicycle itself was as dry as it would be under the shelter where it was parked.

He stopped right before her, turned his bicycle to face the school gates, sat on the saddle, and patted the empty seat behind him.

Seeing her confused look, he grinned. "Hop on!"

"H-Hop on?" She blinked, at a loss for words.

Still smiling, he playfully shrugged and said the words that sent millions of butterflies back in her tummy: "How else am I going to take you home?"

Her heart soared.

If she were able to look at herself, she would have seen that her face's color almost matched those of ripe, crimson cherries. She would look funny, as well – eyes opened wide, mouth slightly apart, and body stood still in a frozen state. He must have noticed after seconds passed, because his smile faded a tad bit as he tilted his head and asked with a somewhat concerned tone.

"Are you okay?"

Hinata blinked, feeling flustered as well as a little embarrassed. Oh, if only she had more composure! "Y-Yes! I… I'm alright – I'm sorry."

He laughed. "You know, you're kinda weird sometimes," the said girl blushed and stared at her feet – "there's nothing to be sorry for! It's fine."

She looked at him only to be charmed by his beam.

Naruto then steadied his position, looking ahead as he grabbed the handlebars. He then glanced at her, asking her to come with a motion. She hesitated. "Um, is it really okay? I don't want to bother you –"

"It's perfectly okay. Besides, I know the way to your house and it's not too far away, right?" he replied, beaming at her. "I insist."

Her heart's pace increased yet again. Could she ever resist that kindness of his? With slightly awkward steps, along with a gulp every now and then, she approached him and sat on the bicycle's backseat.

His warmth collided into her straight away.

"Alright," he exclaimed, "let's go!"

He balanced his body and pedaled forward. Hinata accidentally let a gasp out of her mouth as the wheels turned. She had to hold on to the edges of her seat so she wouldn't fall – because simply thinking of holding onto him made her feel as though she would fall already.

They left the school afterwards, continuing the small trip. Hinata couldn't help but feel truly, most certainly happy.

She unconsciously smiled.

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Hal ini masih hujan."Hinata melirik ke langit. Mengulurkan tangannya ke menuangkan air hujan, Dia menghela napas. Dia tidak berharap hujan hari ini; itu cerah sepanjang pagi. Sebagian besar siswa tampaknya tidak mengharapkan hal itu, baik, karena mereka telah bergegas di luar dengan payung dadakan. Hanya harus ada beberapa dari mereka meninggalkan gedung sekolah sekarang, dia diperhitungkan. Sekitarnya yang tenang dan masih, dibungkam oleh hujan lembut derai.Dia mengeluarkan napas kecil yang lain.Pulang ke rumah dengan sedikit basah kuyup seragam berarti menghadapi serangkaian nasihat dan saran yang sulit dari Bapa dan Neji; Dia teringat terakhir kali itu terjadi, dan jika dia bisa, menghindari yang benar-benar akan terbaik. Itu hanya keberuntungan tidak membawa payung hari-sekolahnya nya terlalu kecil untuk melindunginya dari menetes air, sehingga ia harus tinggal dan menunggu hujan berhenti.Dia bergeser, bersandar di dinding. Untuk berapa lama dia telah menunggu, dia tidak bisa mengatakan-dia hanya menginginkan bahwa dia bisa pulang segera, minum secangkir teh kayu manis hangat dan membaca buku favorit sesudahnya.… Kemudian, dia tiba-tiba bertanya-tanya jika dia pergi rumah.Menghangatkan pipinya.Dari apa yang dia ingat, dia punya klub sepak bola hari ini. Tetapi jika ia tidak salah, klub berakhir saat yang lalu ketika Gerimis mulai turun. Mungkin dia sudah dalam kenyamanan rumah-nya, kemudian. Dia merasa jujur senang-ia bisa menangkap dingin mudah.Tersenyum sedikit, Hinata membiarkan pikiran mengembara.Dia ingat saat di kelas Iruka-sensei hanya hari ini; sudah saatnya bulan mana mereka harus swap seats. Beruntung murni, atau mungkin-mungkin saja-dengan sedikit sentuhan nasib, dia punya meja di sebelah nya.Dia masih merasa tingles dan pemukulan cepat hatinya; Dia merasa benar-benar senang. Dia hampir tidak pernah yang dekat, dan tahu bahwa dia bisa agak lebih dekat... rasanya benar-benar bagus.Sebagian besar kali, ia akan hanya melihatnya dari kejauhan. Dia kadang-kadang akan melihat kembali, menangkap dia memandang dia, dan kemudian tersenyum senyum hangat, hidup sendiri. Dalam beberapa kesempatan, ia akan chatting dengan dia untuk sementara waktu, tanpa sadar terlibat dia dengan senyum ceria dan jelas, berkilauan mata.Kadang-kadang di kelas ketika guru tidak melihat, dia mencuri sekilas melirik terang anak laki-laki. Dia diam-diam akan tersenyum ketika ia menguap; membayangkan irama jarinya penyadapan. Dia akan mengagumi raut wajahnya karena ia berjuang untuk memahami subjek pelajaran yang; akan melihat bahwa dia tidak mendapatkannya karena ia menggaruk kepalanya dan disukai.Dia akan, kemudian, biarkan hatinya berharap keinginan itu dia telah mengalami untuk waktu yang lama. Dia akan berjanji dirinya bahwa ia akan berusaha untuk memberikan yang terbaik, mengikuti teladannya. Mungkin suatu hari, ia tidak lagi akan begitu jauh dari jangkauan nya.Mungkin suatu hari, ia dapat akhirnya menangkap kepadanya.Hinata tersenyum, tapi kemudian menggelengkan kepalanya-dia tidak boleh berpikir pikiran-pikiran angan begitu sering. Walaupun dia jauh, jika itu cukup untuk membuatnya bahagia, ia akan bahagia, juga.Ketipak derai telah melambat dan akhirnya berhenti.Perasaan lega ditutupi padanya. Dia bisa akhirnya pulang! Ayah mungkin sedikit kesal karena dia pulang terlambat, tapi dia akan mencoba untuk membuat dia. Mungkin baik, layak makan akan lakukan-dia tahu bagaimana dia mengasihi semangkuk hangat miso shiru.'Cara terbaik untuk hati seorang pria adalah melalui perutnya.'Berdiri dan meraih sekolahnya nya, ia tersenyum. Dia adalah senang bahwa ayah adalah bukan sebagai ketat karena ia sebelumnya, sekarang bahwa dia dan Neji telah datang untuk baik dan ikatan dalam keluarganya telah tumbuh lebih baik. Ia mengambil bagian dalam hal itu juga, dan dia merasa bersyukur baginya; Dia akan selalu.Harus ia membuat Neji beberapa, terlalu? Itu akan menyenangkan untuk memiliki makan malam bersama-sama hari ini, jika mereka tidak sibuk. Dia akan sangat senang jika-"Hinata?"…Suara itu...?Ia membeku.Jejak kemudian menghampiri dia; jejak yang kuat, semarak.Tidak, tidak bisa-"Hei, itu adalah benar-benar Hinata!"Dia terkesiap, mencoba untuk membuatnya sebagai merender mungkin. Perlahan-lahan, dia berbalik kepalanya ke arah suara, dan sangat terkejut, kemudian, ketika ia melihat dirinya; membuka kancing kemeja berantakan, blazer nya, dan wajah-nya bersemangat, ramah, menyeringai wajah.Tiba dia merasa pening."Na... Naruto-kun?"Dia tertawa, dan dia merasa seribu emosi gelembung di dadanya. "Satu dan hanya!" Dia menjawab riang. "Anda tidak pergi rumah belum?""Aku-I..." ia menelan, "Aku tidak membawa payung...""Jadi itulah mengapa," katanya, mengangguk-angguk beberapa kali. "Maksudku, ayahmu adalah seorang pria yang sangat sulit dari apa yang saya ingat, kanan? Dia akan marah jika Anda pulang direndam."Hinata tersenyum bashfully, berusaha untuk menyembunyikan merah tua di pipi. "B-tapi, um... ia telah lebih baik karena Anda sudah bicara Neji nii-san," katanya. "Terima kasih, Naruto-kun."Dia menggosok bagian belakang lehernya. "Itu tidak benar-benar karena saya, Anda tahu."Ia menggelengkan kepalanya, mengagumi kerendahan hatinya dalam hati. Dia adalah yakin bahwa dia adalah orang yang membawa perubahan itu keluarganya-ia memiliki kekuatan ini kepadanya yang bisa mencapai hati rakyat.Ia adalah khusus."Saya... Saya pikir itu benar-benar adalah."Bibirnya meringkuk menjadi senyum yang lebih besar."Jadi... Apakah Anda menuju rumah sekarang?" tanyanya."Y-ya, aku hendak saja." Dia membiarkan senyum yang tumbuh di wajahnya sebagai Dia melambaikan selamat tinggal, meskipun jika dia harus mengakui... dia akan senang untuk tinggal di sana untuk sedikit lebih lama. "Um, saya akan bertemu besok, maka, Naruto-kun!"Dia menyeringai. Hinata merasa hatinya berdebar-debar sebagai dia berubah; siap untuk melangkah dia perjalanan pulang. Untuk melihatnya saat ini hari dan untuk menghiasi dengan kepribadiannya yang terang itu pasti tak terduga; itu jauh seperti mimpi. Dia adalah yakin bahwa senyum masih akan menempel pada nya bibir, pink tinges masih di pipi ketika dia berjalan-"Oh, tunggu!"Dia segera kembali.Naruto berlari ke depan dia dan berhenti padanya, berbicara dengan cukup cepat kecepatan. "Jangan pulang belum! Menunggu di sini, baik-baik saja?"dia berkelebat menyeringai toothy,"Aku akan kembali dalam sekejap!"Sebelum dia bisa menjawab, ia telah kecilpun. Mulutnya kiri dibuka, pipi hangat, detak jantung cepat, dan dia merasa kupu-kupu menari pernah begitu bebas di perutnya. Itu mengejutkan, perasaan ini ia bisa menimbulkan dirinya hanya dengan melakukan hal-hal sederhana.Mungkin ini adalah konsekuensi yang ia menerima dari jatuh cinta-dia telah merasa cara ini ke arah dia untuk apa yang tampak seperti tahun.Mereka telah bertahun-tahun angan, pikirnya, tersenyum sedikit.Menit-menit berlalu, dan segera setelah dia mendengar suara-suara jejak bersama dengan sesuatu yang dia tidak bisa mengenali, ia berpaling.Apabila dia melihat dia mendekati dia dengan sepeda dengan dia, dia terkejut; Dia jarang membawa sepedanya ke sekolah-biasanya ia hanya akan berjalan. Dia kemudian memandang, berjalan riang saat kadang-kadang menyelamatkan melirik roda berlumpur, basah kuyup. Sepeda itu sendiri adalah kering seperti itu akan di bawah naungan yang mana itu diparkir.Dia berhenti tepat sebelum dia, berbalik dengan sepeda untuk menghadapi gerbang sekolah, duduk di pelana, dan menepuk kursi kosong di belakangnya.Melihat tampak bingung, Dia menyeringai. "Naik!""H-Hop di?" Dia berkedip, kehilangan kata-kata.Tetap tersenyum, dia bercanda mengangkat bahu dan berkata kembali kata-kata yang dikirim jutaan kupu-kupu di perut nya: "Bagaimana lagi saya akan mengantar Anda pulang?"Her heart soared.If she were able to look at herself, she would have seen that her face's color almost matched those of ripe, crimson cherries. She would look funny, as well – eyes opened wide, mouth slightly apart, and body stood still in a frozen state. He must have noticed after seconds passed, because his smile faded a tad bit as he tilted his head and asked with a somewhat concerned tone."Are you okay?"Hinata blinked, feeling flustered as well as a little embarrassed. Oh, if only she had more composure! "Y-Yes! I… I'm alright – I'm sorry."He laughed. "You know, you're kinda weird sometimes," the said girl blushed and stared at her feet – "there's nothing to be sorry for! It's fine."She looked at him only to be charmed by his beam.Naruto then steadied his position, looking ahead as he grabbed the handlebars. He then glanced at her, asking her to come with a motion. She hesitated. "Um, is it really okay? I don't want to bother you –""It's perfectly okay. Besides, I know the way to your house and it's not too far away, right?" he replied, beaming at her. "I insist."Her heart's pace increased yet again. Could she ever resist that kindness of his? With slightly awkward steps, along with a gulp every now and then, she approached him and sat on the bicycle's backseat.His warmth collided into her straight away."Alright," he exclaimed, "let's go!"He balanced his body and pedaled forward. Hinata accidentally let a gasp out of her mouth as the wheels turned. She had to hold on to the edges of her seat so she wouldn't fall – because simply thinking of holding onto him made her feel as though she would fall already.They left the school afterwards, continuing the small trip. Hinata couldn't help but feel truly, most certainly happy.She unconsciously smiled..

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