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kiljoius · 2 years ago

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a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush

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Pairing: Hinata Hyūga/Sasuke Uchiha

Summary: Ever since Hinata could remember, she’s had one, consistent dream, and it’s always the same.

Word Count: 5.5k

Rating: T

So uh...me and someone else from the SH server wrote stories dedicated to the prolific commenter g.o.d, kissmyass, guest, and their many other aliases where they tell the author to gfkyasap, Ashley. So this goes out to you, g.o.d, from all the Ashley's out there that don't write SasuSaku! :)

On this blessed holiday of April Fool's, this story is dedicated to the prolific commenter by many names: g.o.d, kissmyass, Guest, and their favorite person in the world: Ashley!

I hope you enjoy :)

If you want to read another SasuHina fic dedicated to our lovely troll, my friend Lea (who you may know already from SHIBARI or Our Lovely Agreement) wrote something hilarious and cracky: The Cult of Ash. Go check it out!

Ever since Hinata could remember, she’s had one, consistent dream, and it’s always the same.

It started just a few days after the Hyūga affair.

The first night she was able to adequately rest her eyes and fall into slumber, that’s when it first occurred.

It starts off with her looking through her own eyes. At the time, she was taller, a lot taller. Tall enough to reach on top of the fridge, even. It was a strange sensation for the longest time until she hit her growth spurt shortly after the chūnin exams. Then, she found she was the exact correct height, and she realized, she had been dreaming all along from her adult body’s perspective.

She’s in a kitchen, and she can smell cookies. She guesses that they’re chocolate chip because the sweet scent of cocoa fills her senses. Always, there’s a little origami bird sitting on the bookshelf to her left, and she always spends a good few seconds looking at it. Then, she hears a very cute squeal from her right, and what appears to be a mini-Hinata crashes into her side and she’s being hugged by the tiny girl. Hinata’s not sure she’s ever felt anything beyond fear or shock in her dreams, but this is the one dream she always feels…heat. Warmth, blooming in her chest.

The girl speaks a mile a minute at her, but she can never make out the words. Her body turns to the girl and she sees her hand reach out to pet the little girl's dark hair, so much like her own that she can only assume this must be her daughter. Pieces of the dream become clearer as she grows older, and by the time she’s an adult, the little girl has pearly eyes just like hers, and she knows she’s dreaming of what her daughter might look like.

Always, the girl blows her a kiss, then bolts away. Her vision follows the girl as the backdoor of the kitchen leading to the backyard flies open, and the girl goes tumbling into the grass. Another sound comes in the form of a deep laugh, and her eyes shift to the window showcasing the backyard. The same image every time: that little look-alike being hoisted up by a taller girl, with an even taller, shadowy figure behind them. The taller girl has jet-black hair and jet-black eyes to match, with thick-rimmed glasses on.

At first, she couldn’t tell if this girl was supposed to be related to her in some way but reasoned she couldn’t be. Her eyes didn’t match hers, and for a while, there was always something so…peculiar about them. She couldn’t quite tell what it was exactly, but she would always turn away and her eyes would flash, but before she could see what they became, she turned. At first, she thought they might be turning pearly, to activate the byakugan, and this was her older daughter.

But once the war concluded and the dream started becoming clearer and clearer, she could finally see it. Those eyes are turning red, and she can see the distinct pattern of tomoe. The sharingan.

This was…Sasuke’s daughter? The revelation struck her like…like Sasuke’s Chidori. She was having a dream about her own daughter, as well as Sasuke’s daughter. Still, the shadowy figure remained unrevealed.

Perhaps she was dreaming of her life with Naruto. An adorable little daughter, and sometimes his best friend’s daughter coming to train with Naruto. That would make sense because the dream always ended the same. The shadowy figure ushers the two girls back inside to join her, and they run off to get washed up, she assumes, and the figure comes right in front of her. They always wrap one comforting arm around her shoulders and kiss the top of her head.

Again, Hinata didn’t often feel things outside of anxiety from her dreams. And again, this was the one dream that the warmth in her chest would turn to fire, make her beating heart quicken, the butterflies in her stomach oh so real—and then she’d wake up.

Every time.

Today is no different.

Needless to say, interacting with Sasuke since she came to the revelation that she was having dreams about having a daughter that interacts with his daughter…was awkward.

Which is why she’s suddenly dreading the mission she has coming up. With Sasuke. Because last night was the first time she’d had the dream in a few months. She actually hadn’t thought about it much since then, and now the image of a little Hinata look-a-like and a little Sasuke look-a-like were burned into her brain.

“Hyūga.”

Hinata snaps back to reality and is greeted, nose to nose, with Sasuke Uchiha.

“I apologize,” she squeaks out, taking a step backward. She tries to blink away the image of red-rimmed glasses and red eyes. She shakes her head, locks of hair coming in front of her face, and she clears her throat. “Shall we?”

“If you’re done daydreaming.”

Hinata swallows at the phrasing but pushes forward with a nod.

It’s a fairly standard mission they’re on. She’d never imagine she’d be missioning with Sasuke as often as she does now, but here she is. They’re often paired for important delivery missions to other nations. Sasuke carries a scroll that can only be deciphered by the sharingan, thus he writes Kakashi’s message down, they take it to the respective Kage, he writes their message down, and he returns and deciphers it for Kakashi. Rinse, repeat. Hinata’s here to check for strong chakra networks. Kakashi still holds an understandable amount of suspicion for the other nations and likes to ensure they’re not hiding any great power, so Hinata’s sent to ensure everything remains clear.

Today, they’re going to the Sand, and thus, their travel is thankfully shorter than normal. Three days to get there, three days to return.

It’s not that she doesn’t like being around Sasuke. He’s actually sort of pleasant, once you get passed the rough exterior and the mumbled, short responses. She likes being around him more than a good few other people, it’s just the…awkwardness of it all when she has these dreams. Of course, he’s clueless about it, and on more than one occasion, she’s been tempted to reveal the dream to him, if only to have someone to talk to about it. Always, she manages to pull back and realize that no, that would make it about one hundred and ninety-five percent more awkward if she did that, and she never has.

Time crawls a little slower as she’s stuck in her mind, but soon, the sun is setting, and Sasuke stops. Thankfully, she’s got her wits about her a little better now that she’s had time to come down from the initial shock of the dream, and she notices and stops with him. He turns to her and tilts his head. “You’re quieter than normal today.”

She forces a smile up at him. “Isn’t that how you like it?”

That little thump of her heart hits a little harder against her chest when he chuckles and smirks at her. It’s a kinder version of his face she doesn’t see often; she only ever sees it when they’re alone together. She’s not sure what to make of that, but she’s pleased she’s good enough company not to earn a scowl. “Sometimes. I do get bored, though.”

“You do?” she asks, teasingly, feeling a little more at ease now.

“Don’t act so surprised,” he teases back and the thump of her heart hits a little harder. She resists the urge to place her hand over her heart in an effort to make it quieter as if he’d be able to hear it. “We can stop here for the night.”

“Alright,” she agrees, nodding as she lets her pack fall off her shoulders.

“What’d you pack us today?”

Hinata blinks in disbelief. Sasuke doesn’t look at her as he gets to work unraveling the tent. Trying to stop the tiny tremble in her voice, she clears her throat. “Why do you assume I packed us both something?”

That little chuckle leaves him again. That thump of her heart hits a little harder. “At this point, I’d be shocked if you hadn’t.”

“That’s a little presumptuous of you,” she tries to come across lighthearted as she comes to stand next to him, helping him with the tent. Even if he is Sasuke Uchiha, doing these fine motor tasks were a little harder with one hand.

“Trying to keep me on my toes, Hyūga?” She looks up to see him looking down at her, that taunting smile on his lips. She finds it hard not to return. “Besides, you already revealed yourself.”

“How do you figure?” she decides to question, plugging one end of the aluminum pole into its slot.

“You knew what I was talking about right away.”

Hinata pauses with a smile on her lips. She decides not to respond, and instead shakes out the rest of the tent and finishes putting it together while he stands back, watching her. After she’s done, she goes back to her pack and fishes out two containers. When she hears him snicker, she lets a little laugh go, too.

“Onigiri, chips, tomato,” she tells him, opening the lid of one and then setting it in his waiting hand. “Simplicity today.”

“Hmph,” he huffs lightly as he lowers himself to sit on the ground. The air is warm, and their food is preprepared for the night, so they don’t start a campfire tonight. “Feeling lazy today, I see.”

“Oh, stop,” she laughs. She doesn’t give herself time to wonder how she became so comfortable around Sasuke to banter like this. “I may have overslept…just a tad.”

Really, she had been frazzled this morning from the dream. She had overslept and then proceeded to lay in bed while staring at the ceiling for far too long, trying to figure out what it all meant. He responds, “as long as there’s tomato.”

She smiles at that. He sets the container in his lap, and she watches him pick up the pair of chopsticks. The urge to help him is almost completely gone, but she still feels it in the back of her mind. On their first mission together, post-war, she had taught him how to snap chopsticks apart with one hand after watching him bite one chopstick and pull the other with his hand. She kept helping him for several more missions until he perfected it, and he breaks them apart easily in front of her.

They eat quietly together as usual and fall into their usual routine. She gets to sleep first while he keeps watch, and halfway through the night, he’ll rouse her to swap.

When she awakens, she’s relieved at the realization she hadn’t had the dream. It didn’t stop her from thinking about it, but at least it wasn’t so vivid in her mind now.

The next two days of travel proceed as normal, and Hinata feels normal again. She’s pleased for it.

Business proceeds as usual, Hinata keeps her byakugan active for the entirety of their visit with the Kazekage and Sasuke disappears into a room with him to exchange messages. It’s only a short while before he rejoins her, and they’re off to the regular inn they normally stay at when they come here. It’s their only opportunity to rest in a real bed for their travel, so she always likes to take advantage of it.

Before they can exit the Kazekage’s building, a Sand shinobi stops them.

“Hey! Sorry, before you guys leave, Lord Kazekage wanted me to inform you that all of our inns are completely booked.”

Hinata deflates. “They are?”

“Afraid so,” the man continues, gesturing out towards the village, “tomorrow’s the Wind festival, lot of outside tourists came and filled all the rooms.”

Sasuke clicks his tongue. “Disappointing. I enjoy the baths at the Ryukyu.”

“I apologize.” The man bows his head, then turns to lift his arm towards the interior of the building. “However, Lord Kazekage would like to offer you the guest room. We still have one available.”

“One?” Hinata questions with a frown. The man nods and she looks up at Sasuke.

“Does it have as nice a bath?” Sasuke asks, pointedly. The man smiles with another nod. “Very well.”

“B-but—” She’s unable to get the thought out as the man begins eagerly guiding them through the halls, and Sasuke’s left her behind. With a sigh, she jogs to catch up. He reveals the room, and her grimace deepens at the sight of just one bed. “One bed?”

“Again, I apologize,” the man responds, bowing his head again, “I’ll fetch a cot.”

“A cot,” Sasuke scoffs as the man bolts away.

Hinata stands in the doorway, unable to move even as Sasuke enters.

After a moment, he looks over his shoulder at her with a pointed brow. “Waiting for something, Hyūga?”

“It’s just—” she starts, then bites her bottom lip as she looks around. “It’s rather intimate, don’t you think?”

“Sleeping?” he questions without humor. “I suppose for you it might be.”

“To…together? In one room?” she continues, waving her hand towards the room.

He snickers quietly. “I’m going to bathe.”

Hinata clasps her hands over her heart as Sasuke sets his pack next to the entryway, then disappears into the bathroom.

Sharing a bedroom isn’t new to Hinata, necessarily. Team 8 had shared a bedroom plenty of times—but Kiba and Shino were two people she considered as close to brothers as one could get. Sharing a bedroom with Sasuke…she wasn’t even quite sure why it was filling her with such anxiety. She reasoned it must be the dream.

The man returns with a sizeable cot and bids her farewell. She gets to work setting it up, having already decided she would take it because she can already hear Sasuke grumbling about how uncomfortable it would be. Another thing she’d learned about him in their travels is that he’s actually kind of a prima donna. He was very meticulous about their campsite and the material his sleeping rolls were made out of. Always, always needed a pillow with a cashmere case, a sleeping mask, and a heavy blanket. One time, after he’d rolled his ankle on a mission, she’d offered to carry his pack for him and was immediately met with what must have been 25 kg worth of weight.

Hinata’s not surprised when Sasuke takes an extra long time in the bath. Though they’ve never shared a hotel room before, it seems pretty on-brand for Sasuke to take longer than average freshening up. So, she runs down to the café downstairs to pick them up something to eat. At this point, she knows what he prefers, gets him a roasted turkey sandwich and soda, herself a cinnamon roll, and iced tea. When she returns, he’s out of the bathroom and already setting up the bed. She tries not to freeze at the sight of him bare-chested.

He looks over his shoulder and she hopes her cheeks aren’t too pink. “Thoughtful of you.”

“We haven’t eaten…” she says, quietly, setting the paper bag on the little table. She rubs her palms together as he looks back at the bed, then continues, “I think I’ll wash up, too.”

“You should,” he calls back to her and she smiles, slightly, “you stink.”

“Excuse you!” The laugh leaves her involuntarily and she rubs her forehead, shaking her head. She hears that chuckle from him again, though he doesn’t respond, and she excuses herself with a pair of sweats and a shirt.

By the time she comes back out, she finds the cot not where she left it. She frowns at the spot it’s supposed to be, then looks up at Sasuke, who is leaning over the vanity to inspect himself in the mirror. She steps behind him and raises an eyebrow at his reflection, and his eyes meet hers. “What?”

“Where is the cot?” she questions, folding her arms.

“I’m not sleeping on that thing.” She’s about to interrupt him, but he cuts her off while looking at the bed in the reflection, “and you shouldn’t have to, either. The bed is big enough for both of us.”

She bites her lips together and scrunches her eyebrows in concern. His eyes meet hers in the mirror again and a little smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “It’s not about whether it’s big enough, you know.”

“Then what is it?” He turns from the mirror to look down at her, and she’s met with his bare chest again. She curses the heat rushing to her cheeks. “Repulsed by me?”

“No!” she responds immediately, waving her hands in front of her face. “It’s just—it’s rather…”

“Intimate?” he finishes for her, tilting his head so a lock of hair falls over his eye. She resists the urge to reach up and brush it away. “As I said, we’re just sleeping. Team Taka shared beds all the time.”

For some reason, the image of Sasuke laying in a bed with Karin stirs something in Hinata. Then she also envisions Jūgo and Suigetsu and it quells whatever it was in her gut. She has little time to think about just what it was that was stirred because he’s already settling into the bed.

Hinata wishes sometimes that Sasuke wasn’t so clueless. That’s the only way she can explain why he was doing this, is that he was clueless to human emotion, to her discomfort. No rational person just puts away the only other sleeping apparatus and expects the other person to be okay with it. Especially her, of all people! It’s embarrassing, but she’ll admit she’s fainted in uncomfortable situations before, and this is very uncomfortable.

She drags out eating her cinnamon roll, then huffs in slight annoyance when he shuts off the light to leave her in the darkness halfway through her meal. A few moments later, she finishes and lets out an anxious sigh as she pads her way over to the bed.

“Finally getting over yourself?” She hears him whisper, and she chooses not to respond, instead crawls under the hotel issue blanket he left for her and keeps her body right on the edge of the bed.

Falling asleep isn’t easy, but Sasuke doesn’t make noise or move too much in his sleep, so she eventually is able to slumber.

She’s had the dream so many times, she’s able to tell instantaneously when she’s dreaming when it occurs, like when people can lucid dream. It’s not something she practiced or anything, it’s just such a common occurrence, she’s able to gain some sort of sentience. She can never control what happens in the dream, just knows she’s in the dream when it happens. And of course, it would happen when Sasuke is sharing a bed with her.

Patiently, she waits for herself to wake up. She quit resisting the dream a long time ago. The smell of cookies, the origami bird, the little girl crashing into her, the warmth in her chest, the other little girl outside, and the shadowy figure. All muffled voices and blurry images. The girls come back inside, the shadowy figures following behind, and as always, he stops in front of her. She looks up at him, feels her mouth turn into a wide smile, and…

Jet-black eyes like the taller girls meet hers.

“Sasuke?!”

Her entire body is cold with sweat, her chest heaves, her face feels hot. She activates her byakugan out of instinct to enemy attack, but this is no enemy attack. This is her own brain messing with her.

In the darkness, she sees Sasuke’s network, the outline of his body propped up on his elbow, probably looking at her.

“What about me?” She hears him ask.

Did she verbally yell out his name? That wasn’t in the dream?

“Sasuke,” she breathes out, turning to him, though she can’t see his face as she deactivates her dōjutsu. Her fists curl into the blanket around her lap as she debates with herself. She knows if she tells him that it’s nothing, he’ll drop it. Sasuke’s never been one to care enough to push others to reveal what troubles them. But now—how can she keep avoiding this? When he hums at her to continue, she breathes in, then out. “Sasuke, do you ever…dream?”

She knows it’s a dumb question, but she doesn’t know how to word what it is she wants to ask him.

Do you ever dream of your future life with a family? Does it ever include two little girls? Does it ever include me?

“That’s an odd question.”

She sighs and hangs her head. Her eyes squint when light enters her vision. She sees him lean back over after turning on the lamp, and now he’s looking directly at her. For some reason, she feels compelled to keep his gaze. “Do you…ever dream about the future?”

She watches him suck in his cheek as he tilts his head. He brings his hand up to rub at his chin, and she’s holding her breath awaiting his response. “Sometimes.”

“What does it look like?”

“…Is this some sort of deep dive into my psyche, or…?”

“No.” She shakes her head, pulls her hands up to her face to cover it. “Never mind. Forget it.”

“You dreamt about me.” She feels her heart beat a little quicker. “I don’t think I’ll just be able to let that go.”

“It—it was nothing.” She keeps her face covered because she knows she’s now burning brighter than the sun. “Please, let’s forget about it.”

“If you say so.”

They return to bed without another word, and Hinata lays awake for the rest of the night.

The next morning, they still don’t speak.

Great, now she’s managed to make things awkward.

Sasuke wants to take off immediately, but Hinata keeps him back so they can give a respectful goodbye to the Kazekage and his council, their gratitude for putting them up. Gaara offers for them to remain a little longer to enjoy the Wind Festival, but Hinata is the one that quickly, though politely declines the offer. Sasuke looks a little surprised when she does but doesn’t question her further, which she appreciates. Spending more time with Sasuke than necessary would probably spell disaster for her.

That didn’t stop the Sand villagers from beckoning them for their attention—people running the carnival games, vendors selling sweets and flowers, a little old woman at an origami stand who sends a little bird flying towards them. She stops and watches Sasuke hold out his hand, and the paper bird lands in it.

“Sasuke?” she questions, quietly as he observes the bird. She sees chakra emit from his palm, and the bird lifts into the air again. Her eyes follow as it flies over her before landing gently on top of her head. Her eyes cross as she looks up towards her forehead, not wanting to lift her head to knock it down.

“Keep it,” he says to her, nodding his head upwards. She reaches up to grasp it from the top of her head and pulls it in front of her face.

Then it strikes her.

Her mind flashes through the dream, the beginning part, and now she realizes the origami bird on the bookshelf is this exact one. Made with purple construction paper, with a long, pointed beak, and wide wings.

“It can’t…” she mumbles without realizing, her fingers closing around it.

They leave the Sand village moments later, Sasuke having apparently chosen not to comment on her strange behavior. The entire walk, she’s had it balancing in the palms of her hands, just staring at it.

“I’m tired of this.”

She stops when he does and tears her eyes from the bird to look at him. He’s pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes shut. She hums innocently, not wanting to ask him what he means.

“The dream?” His hand drops and his eyes pop open to meet hers. “You’re going to have to tell me about it.”

“Why would you care?”

“You yelled my name in the middle of the night.”

The blush, again, is unwelcome at the turn of phrase.

He notices immediately, too, which is why he keeps teasing her. “Yeah, not something I thought I would be saying out loud to you, either.”

“Out loud?” she decides to tease him back as a distraction. “So, it’s something you’ve thought in your head?”

Sasuke shrugs. “Maybe.”

Hinata’s struggling because she’s getting incredibly mixed signals, now. “That—uhm—”

“The dream.”

He steps towards her and plucks the bird from her hands, then holds it up between them. She sighs out, squeezes her eyes shut. “I’ve had a dream-the same dream for as long as I can remember…it’s always the same.”

Sasuke is silent, and it’s because he’s analyzing her words. She opens her eyes to see his locked on her face, flitting back and forth over it. Then his face softens, and she already knows it’s because he’s realized the implication of what she’s just said.

She’s been dreaming of Sasuke for years.

“I’m an adult in it…and I have…a family. A…a daughter.”

He remains quiet and her heart feels like it’s going to burst.

“I can smell cookies, and I can…see a paper bird. One that’s just like…”

“This one?”

She bites her lips together and nods.

“How do I fit in?”

The inevitable question. “There’s another little girl…she’s outside, and she’s got…eyes like yours.”

More silence.

“The sharingan. And there’s a man with her…and I didn’t realize until last night that it…it’s you.”

Hinata wishes she could vanish. Just poof—into thin air, let the wind carry her far, far away into the upper atmosphere.

“You asked if I dream about the future.”

The words feel heavier than they should.

“I do.”

If she was confused before, she’s downright baffled when he turns on his heel and begins trekking away with the bird in hand.

Because Hinata’s not one to push for confrontation, she accepts that this is where the conversation ends.

By the time they reach the Leaf, they’ve spoken little more than simple greetings and coordinating their travels.

And that’s where they left it. Hinata tried to reason that he simply had no opinion on her strange dream. Sasuke rarely offered others his thoughts and feelings, now should be no different. So, she proceeds with her day-to-day as normal, trying not to dwell on it. Even if it causes her to cringe inwardly every time she thinks about it.

Unfortunately, the dream returns a few weeks later. And this time, she can see Sasuke. She can see everything in painful clarity. The deep purple-blue of the littler girl's hair and her pearlescent eyes. The shine of the older girl's jet black hair and her round, obsidian eyes. Sasuke standing with her, directing her in what she assumes to be training, with shuriken. The smell of cookies is stronger, and the little bird mocks her. He’d kept it after their mission was over.

Her senses are overwhelmed this time. She can feel the coolness of the wood under the pads of her feet, can feel the warm air pushing in from the backyard as the girls come inside, can feel Sasuke’s arm around her shoulders. She can feel the plush of his lips as he presses a kiss to the top of her head.

And for the first time, she can hear him. His voice is deeper in his chest, and his words sit between them.

She can’t make out the words he says but can make out one thing.

Sarada

Today, she finds a quiet spot by the lake.

She lays in the grass with her body completely outstretched, staring up at the clear sky, wishing there were some clouds to help distract her mind. But instead of distraction, she’s about to be pushed face forward into her inner turmoil. She feels something land on her stomach.

“There are no clouds to watch.”

Her fingers curl into the grass beneath her as her eyes dart down to her stomach, coming face to face with the paper bird.

“You should give it a name.”

Hinata swallows as Sasuke approaches her at her feet, then promptly sits down in a lotus position. Carefully, she pulls her elbows back and props herself up, reaches out to grasp the paper bird in her fingers. She looks back up at him, and the word leaves her dumbly, “what?”

“The bird. I told you to keep it. You should name it.”

Hinata ponders this briefly, pulling the bird up to her eyes. She blinks, deciding to test these waters. “What…what about Sarada?”

She eyes him carefully for his reaction, and his eyebrows twitch just ever so slightly. “Really? Sarada?”

“You…uhm, you don’t like it?” she asks, softly.

“I thought maybe you would have liked something more your family's speed,” he responds, his tone cool. “Something with the sun. Like, say, Himawari.”

She freezes.

Her mind floods with thoughts of her mother, and the sunflowers she took pride in, in the Hyūga gardens. Then, that little girl crosses in, her bright face, the way the tufts of her hair curl outwards, her sunny demeanor.

“Sasuke—” she stutters out, sitting completely upright, “Sasuke, do you—”

“There’s a great big patch of sunflowers out east,” he interjects, looking that way, “saw them on my way back from the Mist. I thought of you.”

Hinata's mouth feels dry as she tries to assemble a response. “You thought of me?”

Without responding, he gets back to his feet. He reaches down towards her, and she instinctively lifts a hand as if he’s offering her help but feels embarrassment pang at her when he instead plucks the bird from her stomach. She brings the hand to her face in some attempt to make it look like she was wiping at her nose and hears him snicker.

He holds the bird towards her and takes it in her hand. With his hand now free, he opens his fingers in offering, and she nods, taking it. He hoists her to her feet and she stares up at him, wondering where this is going.

“Let’s go,” he nudges his head, “see the sunflowers.”

Hinata bites her lip, looking out east. “But the sun is setting?”

“Flowers under the sunset are…pretty.” She smiles at the way he hesitates. “So…come with me.”

“This sounds…something like a date, Sasuke,” she ventures the statement in a bold move, tilting her head at him. When his eyes squint, her smile widens. “A sunset walk through flowers is kind of romantic, don’t you think?”

“Doesn’t have to be,” he scoffs, eyes shifting away, “but I guess it could be.”

Hinata pauses, running her tongue over her teeth as she waits for more, but doesn’t get it. So she nods. “I’d like that.”

They walk side by side outside of the Leaf village, and when she feels Sasuke’s knuckles brush against hers, Hinata feels that thump of her heart hit her chest even harder. She opens her hand and his slides into it, and she realizes it fits perfectly with hers.

“So…” he breathes out, quietly, “what will you name it?”

Hinata holds the little bird up to her eyes and purses her lips, thinking.

“I think I’ll name it…”

She thinks of the image of a kind woman she met once out in the Cloud village. She was bright, bubbly, and completely obsessed with manga and anime. There were a certain two characters in an older anime that, while they had no interactions within the story, she was enthusiastically shipping. She only remembered it because she was just such a die-hard fan, her bag had cute little chibi versions of the characters on it.

Her eccentricity struck Hinata, but that wasn’t why she was thinking of her now. She remembered the little parrot she had off to the side, who always had something snarky to say about cults and frequently demanded chicken. She remembered the girl laughing it off and introducing the little bird, whom she called a ‘birb’ in a quirky way. And she remembered the name of the little bird…

“I think I’ll name it…”

Hinata smiled, looking up at Sasuke.

“Ashley.”

#sometimes i think theyre more up to date on SH fanfic than SH fans lmao #sasuhina #sasuhina fanfic #sasuke uchiha #hinata hyuga

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