#aaahh i'm. s o hype.

[brwnsugcr]

summary.

“next week,” he echoes anyway, offering her a hand. it’s meant to be a handshake, just like it was supposed to be the first time, but he can’t fight the incessant flutter of nerves coursing through him as hinata slips her soft hand into his open grip. and what’s worse, she blushes and smiles up at him again, shyly, the professionalism between them continuing to drop down the slippery slope of forbidden temptation and uncertainty. 

chapter 2 preview. sweet chamomile on the curve of her lips

naruto's first session, alone, arrives on a cloudy monday morning in early august.

"good morning, naruto-kun. welcome in."

before (he thinks) he's even ready for it.

hinata comes to the door to greet him, with a soft smile and bow before letting him inside. the last time he saw hinata was just a week before - his last plus-one session with sakura-chan - and now he is here on his own. you would think he'd get used to seeing her by this point.

but he still gets an angry swarm of butterflies that set fire in his belly, despite remaining normal on the outside, 'cause that's what he does. he takes a quick once-over of her face, just to admire the gentle curve of her lips as they pull into a smile, the cute button tip of her nose, the little run she had done to get to the front door as soon as she spotted his arms occupied, "hey, thanks! good mornin', hinata-sama."

by the time he makes it up to her eyes he nearly blows it - light makeup, white accents on each bottom eyelid, glowy skin, how does she do that? - naruto stutters and bends at the waist to bow back at his sensei, his gaze lingering long enough to be pulled deeper into those hypnotic depths of lavender, "I was cuttin' it close for a sec, there! got on the highway and fucking - I mean, shit, sorry -" too casual. way too casual. "...I may have sped a little,” he finishes.

"you're okay." hinata is the first to drop it as they straighten to close the door behind him, seemingly unbothered by his raw choice of words, and press her palm against the glass to make sure it is sealed correctly.

huh...