The air was crisp and filled with the faint scent of pine as Hinata and Shikamaru walked side by side, the sidewalk dusted with fresh snow. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow that reflected in the icy patches on the ground. Shikamaru carried Hinata’s bag slung over his shoulder, his free hand tucked into his coat pocket.
“You didn’t have to laugh so hard, Shikamaru,” Hinata muttered, her cheeks flushed as they strolled.
“C’mon, it wasn’t that bad,” Shikamaru drawled, his smirk widening as he glanced at her. “You tripped over your own feet. It was practically a work of art how you managed to bring the projector screen down with you.”
Hinata groaned, her breath visible in the cold air. “I didn’t mean to! It was an accident.”
“Obviously.” His tone was teasing, and he couldn’t resist adding, “You’re just lucky it didn’t hit Iruka-sensei. Otherwise, you might’ve gotten detention.”
Her pout deepened, and she nudged him lightly with her elbow. “You’re not helping.”
Shikamaru chuckled, his dark eyes softening. “Alright, alright. If it makes you feel any better, everyone’s already forgotten about it. By tomorrow, they’ll move on to something dumber, like Choji farting while we took that test.”
Hinata’s lips twitched into a reluctant smile, but before she could respond, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist from behind. A startled gasp escaped her as she was pulled into a firm embrace, her back pressing against a broad chest. The familiar scent of cologne and cigarettes invaded her senses.
“Miss me, princess?” Hidan’s voice was a low purr against her ear as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, peppering it with light kisses that made her giggle despite herself.
“H-Hidan!” Hinata stammered, her cheeks burning as his soft pecks tickled her sensitive skin. She turned her head slightly, trying to suppress her laughter.
Shikamaru stiffened, his jaw tightening as he watched the scene unfold. His grip on her bag faltered for a moment before he adjusted it on his shoulder, his eyes narrowing at Hidan.
Noticing the bag, Hidan reached out and snatched it from Shikamaru’s grasp, flashing a smug grin. “Thanks, kid. But I’ve got it from here.”
Shikamaru’s lips parted, a sharp retort on the tip of his tongue, but Hinata cut him off, her voice raised slightly in a bid to defuse the tension. “Hidan, where were you coming from?” she asked quickly, stepping to his side and placing a gentle hand on his chest.
Hidan’s smirk softened as he slipped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “Just left the guys. Figured I’d come find you before they convinced me to stick around.” His gaze flicked to Shikamaru, his grin turning wolfish. “You two look cozy. Got plans or something?”
“We were about to—” Shikamaru began, but Hidan cut him off before he could finish.
“Perfect. Then you’re free now, princess,” Hidan interrupted smoothly, ignoring Shikamaru entirely. “I’ve got somewhere I wanna take you.”
Shikamaru scoffed, muttering under his breath, “Fucking asshole…”
Hinata turned to him, her lavender eyes narrowing in warning. Shikamaru didn’t flinch, his glare fixed solely on Hidan, who either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
“Hey, kid.” Hidan’s voice was almost mocking as he glanced back at Shikamaru. “I’m throwing a party tomorrow night. You should come. Maybe you’ll even find yourself a girlfriend. God knows you could use one.”
“Hidan,” Hinata chided softly, patting his chest in a weak attempt to rein him in. She could feel the tension radiating off Shikamaru and knew Hidan was deliberately provoking him.
Shikamaru’s eyes darkened, his expression unreadable, but there was a dangerous edge to the way he held himself. Hinata’s heart sank, and she hastily placed herself between them, her voice tinged with apology as she said, “I’ll see you later, Shikamaru.”
Hidan didn’t wait for a response, steering Hinata away with his arm still draped possessively over her shoulders. She glanced back at Shikamaru, guilt tugging at her as she saw the rigid set of his jaw and the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
“Don’t waste your time worrying about him, princess,” Hidan murmured once they were out of earshot. His tone was softer, but there was still an edge to it, as if even the thought of her caring for someone else irritated him. “You’re with me, not him.”
Hinata tilted her head to glance at him, her expression caught between warmth and uncertainty. “I know exactly who I’m with, Hidan.” Her voice was calm, reassuring, though something about the words felt heavier in her chest than she expected.
Hidan seemed pleased, his smirk softening into something more genuine. He pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Damn right,” he muttered. “My girl knows what’s up.”
Hinata’s cheeks flushed faintly at the gesture, but she quickly changed the subject. “You mentioned a party earlier…Am I invited?”
“Pain is letting me throw it at his place,” Hidan said with a shrug. “Just a few of our friends. Couple of college people. Nothing too big.” He paused then, his eyes gleaming as he slid his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. His voice dropped to a low murmur. “My girlfriend is most definitely invited.”
Her face burned as she looked away shyly. “I see…where are we going now?”
“Back to my place,” Hidan said smoothly, his grin widening as he led her toward his sleek black sports car parked at the curb. He opened the passenger door with a flourish, handing her bag to her as she slid inside.
Hinata settled into the seat, clutching her bag in her lap. When Hidan rounded the car and got in, the engine roared to life. He glanced at her, his smirk fading as his gaze turned darker. His hand reached out suddenly, grabbing her chin with surprising force.
Her lavender eyes widened as his thumb traced her bottom lip, his purple gaze locked onto her mouth. “How the hell did I get so lucky to snag someone so damn cute?” he murmured.
Hinata bit her lip shyly, her heart racing. “H-Hidan…” she started, but the words trailed off as his thumb lingered for a moment longer before he let go.
He smirked, leaning back in his seat and revving the engine. “Better buckle up, princess.”
XXXXXX
The apartment Hidan shared with Kakuzu was dimly lit and smelled faintly of old books and cigarette smoke. Hinata hesitated in the doorway as Hidan led her inside, kicking his shoes off haphazardly. The place was eerily quiet, and she was grateful that Kakuzu wasn’t out and was most likely in his office since he worked from home. His stoic presence always left her unsure—neither welcoming nor hostile, but unsettlingly neutral.
“Thirsty? Hungry?” Hidan asked over his shoulder as he strode toward his room.
“I’m fine,” she replied softly, her voice nearly drowned out by the sound of his footsteps.
“Good,” he said simply, motioning for her to follow him. She trailed behind him, her steps hesitant.
The moment they were inside his room, Hidan kicked the door shut behind her. Before she could fully register what was happening, his hands were on her waist, and her back was pressed firmly against the door. His lips claimed hers in a hungry kiss, his fingers sliding under her shirt.
“H-Hidan,” she murmured against his lips, squirming slightly as his hand traveled higher, brushing against the lace of her bra. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, trying to create some distance.
He didn’t stop. His kisses moved to her neck, his fingers squeezing her through the fabric of her bra. “Relax, princess,” he muttered against her skin.
“Hidan, please…” Her voice was soft, almost pleading. She winced as his grip tightened, and her heart pounded with frustration.
Abruptly, he pulled back, his expression darkening. “What the hell is your problem?” he snapped, running a hand through his silver hair.
Hinata flinched at his tone, her eyes wide. “I-I’m just not ready yet…”
“We’ve been together for a year, Hinata!” Hidan’s voice rose, his frustration spilling over. “What the fuck are you waiting for? Do you think I’m just gonna keep sitting around like some damn saint? I’m not that guy.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” he spat, pacing the room now. “You’re my girl. You’re supposed to trust me. Hell, you’re lucky I’ve been this patient.”
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not about trust…I just need time.”
Hidan stopped abruptly, glaring at her. “Time? For what? To figure out if you even want me? Because if you don’t, just say it, and I’ll—”
“Hidan,” a muffled voice interrupted from the other side of the door. Kakuzu’s deep baritone carried easily through the thin walls. “Stop yelling. I’m trying to work.”
Hidan’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t say anything else. Instead, he turned back to Hinata, running a hand down his face before letting out a heavy sigh. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
Hinata stood frozen, unsure of what to say.
After a moment, Hidan stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m sorry, okay?” he said gruffly, his voice quieter but still tinged with irritation. “I just…I hate feeling like this.”
She didn’t respond, her body stiff against his. Hidan’s hand moved in slow circles on her back.
Hidan sighed again, pulling back slightly to look at her. His gaze softened, though his irritation lingered just beneath the surface. “Hinata, seriously,” he began, his voice lowering, “you know I care about you, right?”
Hinata nodded, but the weight in her chest only grew heavier. “I know,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.
“Then don’t make this so hard,” he muttered, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face. His fingers lingered against her cheek for a moment before he dropped his hand, stepping back and raking a hand through his hair again. “I just want you to stop acting like I’m the bad guy here. I’m not trying to hurt you, okay?”
She hesitated, her gaze falling to the floor. “I’m not trying to make you feel that way,” she said softly, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “I just…I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Then don’t,” he snapped, though his voice lacked the bite it held earlier. “Just trust me already. Damn.”
The tension in the room felt suffocating. Hinata’s mind raced, the words she wanted to say tangling together in her throat. She wasn’t sure how to make him understand or if he even wanted to. The vulnerability she felt was overwhelming, and his frustration only amplified her own fear.
“I’ll try,” she whispered, though the words felt hollow. She wasn’t sure if she was saying them for his benefit or to make the situation end.
Hidan sighed, running a hand down his face again before finally shaking his head. “Whatever,” he muttered. He stepped past her, pulling open the door. “I’m getting a drink. You want anything?”
“No, I’m fine,” Hinata said quickly, her voice still quiet.
“Suit yourself.” He walked out, leaving the door slightly ajar. Hinata stood in place, staring at the floor, her heart still racing.
A moment later, she heard Kakuzu’s voice from the living room. “You should learn to keep your temper in check with your girlfriend.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Hidan grumbled, his tone dismissive. “Like you’d know anything about relationships, old man.”
Hinata sighed, smoothing her hands over her sweater and glancing around the room. The walls felt like they were closing in, the weight of the argument pressing down on her. She debated leaving but knew that would only make things worse.
When Hidan returned a few minutes later, a soda in hand, he leaned against the doorway, his expression unreadable. “You still mad?” he asked, his voice casual but with a hint of unease.
Hinata shook her head. “I’m not mad.”
“Good,” he said, setting the drink down on his desk before walking back over to her. He cupped her face in his hands, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “I don’t like fighting with you, princess,” he murmured, his tone softening.
Hinata nodded, though the words didn’t offer much comfort. “Me neither.”
Hidan smirked faintly, leaning down to kiss her forehead again. “Alright. Let’s just forget about it. No more arguing, okay?”
“Okay,” she agreed quietly, though her heart still felt heavy.
He stepped back, grabbing the remote from his desk. “You wanna watch something?”
Hinata forced a small smile. “Sure.”
Hidan seemed satisfied with her response, flopping onto his bed and patting the space beside him. Hinata joined him hesitantly, her thoughts still tangled in the aftermath of their argument. As he flipped through channels, laughing at something crude on the screen, she couldn’t help but glance at him out of the corner of her eye.
Despite his occasional sweetness, his temper and the way he handled her boundaries left her feeling uncertain. She wanted to believe he cared, but a nagging voice in the back of her mind told her something wasn’t right. For now, though, she pushed those thoughts aside, trying to focus on the moment and ignore the sinking feeling in her chest.
XXXXXX
Shikamaru leaned back against Chouji’s bedpost, a bag of chips crinkling in his lap as the voices of his two closest friends rose and fell like waves crashing against the shore. Ino was going off again, her sharp words punctuated by Chouji’s occasional chuckles as he tossed playful jabs her way. Shikamaru zoned out, staring at a crack in the ceiling, absently munching on the chips while their argument became little more than white noise.
It wasn’t until Ino’s voice cut through with an edge of concern that he blinked, refocusing. “Hey, Shikamaru, what’s up with you? You’ve been quiet ever since you got here.”
Chouji snickered, leaning over to grab another handful of chips. “Bet it has something to do with Hinata’s boyfriend.”
Shikamaru flinched, his jaw tightening.
Ino made a sound of disgust. “Ugh, him. I still don’t understand how someone as sweet as Hinata ended up with that jerk. He’s rude, crass, and let’s not even get started on how he talks to people. Like, does he think he’s charming or something?”
Shikamaru groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “He’s an ass,” he admitted, his tone flat but loaded with frustration. “I don’t like him, I don’t trust him, and every time he calls me ‘kid,’ I feel like decking him.”
Chouji burst out laughing, nearly choking on his chips. “I hope you’re staying out of fights, though. Hinata wouldn’t like that.”
Ino raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t fought him yet, Shikamaru. I’ve wanted to punch that guy, and I barely have to deal with him.”
Shikamaru groaned again, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m trying to be nice for Hinata’s sake, alright?”
Chouji laughed harder, clutching his stomach. “Man, you’ve got it bad.”
“It’s not funny,” Shikamaru snapped, glaring at him.
Ino’s expression turned serious. “You know, I saw him flirting with some women when I was out with my mom. He didn’t notice me, but even if he had, I doubt he’d remember. He’s a sleazeball.”
Shikamaru sighed heavily. “Not surprising,” he muttered. His temper simmered beneath the surface, a familiar itch in his fists. Over the years, he’d gotten into his fair share of fights, too many for his mother’s liking. She was always on him about his temper, lecturing him about how his laziness didn’t extend to his fists.
But it wasn’t like he went looking for fights, people just knew how to push him. And Hinata…she hated that about him. Ever since they were kids, she’d scolded him for being so reckless, even as she iced his knuckles or carefully dabbed ointment on his bruises.
The thought of her doing that now, her soft voice murmuring reassurances as her delicate hands tended to his wounds, made his chest ache. Hinata’s kindness had always been his undoing. She was the one person who truly saw him, who didn’t just tolerate his flaws but understood them.
Shikamaru’s jaw tightened. His mind drifted back to the day he found out about their relationship, the day his heart felt like it had been ripped out of his chest. He’d been planning to tell Hinata how he felt, rehearsing the words in his head over and over. And then she’d smiled that shy, radiant smile of hers and told him about Hidan.
The memory still stung.
He tried to be happy for her, he really did. But after seeing what kind of guy Hidan was—hiding behind his pretty-boy looks and fake charm—it pissed him off. And now, sitting here, he could feel himself getting angry all over again.
“Shikamaru,” Ino said sharply, her tone breaking into his thoughts. “Breathe. You’re clenching your fists.”
He let out a long sigh, flexing his fingers. “He invited me to some party he’s throwing,” he said, trying to keep his voice even.
Chouji raised an eyebrow. “Are you going?”
“Hell no,” Shikamaru said. “I hate parties. Besides, I don’t need to hear him running his mouth about how I ‘hover’ over Hinata.”
Chouji chuckled. “Do you hover?”
Shikamaru glared at him, and Chouji held up his hands in mock surrender. “Just kidding, just kidding. Don’t punch me.”
Shikamaru rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile. “You’re lucky I’m too lazy to bother.”
Shikamaru leaned back against Chouji’s bed, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before pushing himself to his feet. “I should get going. My parents are probably already at the Hyuga’s.”
Ino smirked from her spot on the bed. “Good luck surviving Hiashi’s death glare. It’s a miracle you’ve been allowed around Hinata this long.”
Chouji snorted, reaching for another chip. “You should’ve seen how he looked at Shikamaru back in elementary school. Thought the guy was gonna have him assassinated.”
“Shut up,” Shikamaru muttered, though a faint smirk tugged at his lips. “Later, guys.”
As he stepped outside, the cold evening air nipped at his skin, and he stuffed his hands into his pockets.
By the time he reached the gates, his parents were already inside. He could hear his mom’s voice as the butler led him into the dining room.
“There you are,” Yoshino said sharply, her eyes narrowing at him. “Still in your school uniform? Honestly, Shikamaru, couldn’t you at least pretend to care about appearances?”
He groaned as she marched over to straighten his tie and smooth his shirt. “I didn’t have time. I went to Chouji’s after school.”
“You’re hopeless,” she muttered, but she stepped back, satisfied.
“Good to see you made it on time, Shikamaru,” Shikaku said with a smirk. “You’ll be glad to know dinner hasn’t started yet.”
“Thrilling,” Shikamaru deadpanned, earning a glare from his mother.
He followed his parents into the dining room, where Hiashi sat at the head of the table, his imposing presence filling the space. Hinata was already seated, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She looked up as Shikamaru entered, offering him a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
He took his seat across from her, watching as she picked at her food during the meal. She barely spoke, answering her father’s questions with polite, clipped responses. Shikamaru tried to catch her eye, but she seemed determined to avoid his gaze.
When their eyes finally met, he mouthed, You okay? Her lips curved into another small smile, and she nodded. But he could see it—the slight hesitation, the way her fingers tightened around her chopsticks. She was lying.
After dinner, Shikamaru followed Hinata and her younger sister, Hanabi, as they left the table. Hanabi darted off to play, leaving the two of them alone as Hinata led him upstairs to her room.
She opened the door and began tidying up her desk, her movements purposeful but unnecessary. Shikamaru leaned against the doorframe, watching her.
“You don’t need to clean just because I’m here,” he said, smirking faintly.
“I’m not,” she replied softly, though her hands continued to straighten already neat stacks of paper.
Shikamaru sighed and walked over to her bed, sitting down heavily. He rested his elbows on his knees, his dark eyes following her every move. “Hinata.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him, her expression neutral. “Yes?”
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low but firm.
She nodded, the same small smile returning to her lips. “I’m fine.”
He frowned, watching as she busied herself again, this time rearranging pens in a holder. Finally, he reached out and caught her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. She turned to look at him, her lavender eyes wide with surprise.
“Come on,” he said, his voice softer now. He pulled his earbuds from his pocket and held one out to her. “Let’s just listen to some music.”
Her lips parted in mild surprise before she smiled, a real smile this time, and took the offered earbud. She sat beside him on the bed, the tension in her shoulders easing as he scrolled through his phone, searching for a song.
When the music started, they both lay back on the bed, their legs dangling off the edge. The ceiling above them was plain, but the comfortable silence between them made it feel like the most interesting view in the world.
After a moment, Shikamaru turned his head toward her. “You think we’ll still be friends when we’re old?”
Hinata giggled softly, glancing at him. “Of course.”
“Good,” he said, smirking. “Can’t have my best friend disappearing on me.”
He reached over, his hand brushing against hers before giving it a gentle squeeze. She turned her head fully, meeting his gaze, her smile soft and warm. It was the kind of smile that made his heart leap, no matter how many times he saw it. She squeezed his hand back, and for a moment, everything felt right.
Shikamaru couldn’t help the small flicker of smugness that crept into his chest. Moments like this—these quiet, easy moments—were something Hidan could never have with her. Hinata was different around him, more open, more relaxed. She wasn’t afraid to laugh or let her guard down. And even if she didn’t realize it, that made him feel special.
But as much as he cherished these moments, a part of him wished she could see what was right in front of her. That maybe, just maybe, she’d notice how much he cared. For now, though, this was enough. It had to be.
Shikamaru lay on Hinata’s bed, one earbud in and the other shared with her. The music was soft, a comforting background to their silence, but something about Hinata’s demeanor still felt off. She lay next to him, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, yet he could tell her thoughts were elsewhere.
He turned his head toward her, frowning slightly. “Hinata,” he said softly, breaking the quiet. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
She didn’t answer right away, her lips pressing into a thin line. After a moment, she turned her head toward him, her lavender eyes troubled. “Shikamaru…can I tell you something? Something I haven’t told anyone else?”
He sat up slightly, leaning on his elbow to face her better. “Of course,” he said, his voice steady. “You can tell me anything.”
Hinata hesitated, her hands fiddling with the hem of her sweater. She looked down, her voice trembling as she spoke. “It’s about Hidan.”
Shikamaru’s jaw tightened immediately, but he kept quiet, letting her continue.
“He…he can be really intense,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Sometimes it’s overwhelming. Like tonight, when I was at his apartment…he got upset with me. I…I told him I wasn’t ready for…certain things, and he…” Her voice broke slightly, and she swallowed hard. “He got mad. Really mad. He didn’t hurt me, but the way he looked at me…it scared me.”
Shikamaru sat up fully, his entire body tensing as her words sank in. His hands clenched into fists, and a surge of anger shot through him like wildfire. “He what?” he snapped, his voice sharper than he intended.
Hinata flinched at his tone and immediately sat up, reaching out to him. “Shikamaru, please. It’s not as bad as it sounds. He apologized afterward—”
“That doesn’t make it okay!” Shikamaru interrupted, his voice rising. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood abruptly, pacing the small space. “I knew that bastard was no good. I knew it. And you’re telling me he scared you? Hinata, what the hell are you still doing with him?”
Hinata stood too, her hands raised in an attempt to calm him. “Shikamaru, please—he didn’t mean it. It was just the heat of the moment. He was frustrated—”
“Frustrated?” Shikamaru turned to her, his dark eyes blazing. “That’s not an excuse. He has no right to treat you like that. None.”
Hinata’s eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head. “You don’t understand—he’s not like that all the time. He can be sweet, and I—”
“Sweet?” Shikamaru barked out a humorless laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Hinata, he doesn’t deserve you. How can you not see that?”
“Stop it!” Hinata cried, her voice cracking. “You’re not being fair! You don’t know everything about him.”
“I know enough,” Shikamaru said coldly, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. He grabbed his coat from where it hung on her chair, shrugging it on. “I need to go. I can’t sit here and listen to this.”
“Shikamaru, wait—” Hinata reached out to him, but he pulled away, his expression hard.
“Don’t follow me,” he muttered, opening the door. He didn’t look back as she called his name, her voice pleading. The sound tore at him, but his anger overpowered everything else.
XXXXXX
The cold air struck Shikamaru like a sharp slap to the face as he stepped outside, his breath forming faint clouds in the night air. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, fists clenched so tight his knuckles ached. Hinata’s words played on a loop in his mind, each one stoking the fire of his anger until it burned white-hot in his chest.
He replayed every detail she had shared, every tremor in her voice, every flicker of hesitation in her lavender eyes. The thought of Hidan—that bastard—scaring her, making her feel small, sent a fresh surge of fury coursing through him.
As he reached the edge of town, movement caught his eye. Under the pale yellow glow of a streetlamp, he spotted him. Hidan. And he wasn’t alone.
Shikamaru froze, his entire body tensing. Hidan stood with a woman pinned against the rough brick wall of a building, his hand braced above her head, his body crowding hers. The woman laughed softly, tilting her face up toward him as he leaned in closer. Then, without a shred of hesitation, Hidan dipped his head and captured her lips in a kiss.
Shikamaru’s breath hitched, and his fists clenched so hard his nails dug into his palms. His mind went blank, his body moving on instinct as anger overtook him. His feet carried him forward, his steps quick and deliberate.
“Hidan!” he barked, his voice slicing through the stillness of the night.
Hidan pulled back from the woman, his purple eyes narrowing as he turned to see who had interrupted him. When he recognized Shikamaru, a slow, arrogant smirk spread across his face. “Well, well. If it isn’t the kid,” he drawled, his tone dripping with condescension. “What the hell do you want?”
The woman looked between them, her expression uncertain. Shikamaru ignored her completely, his glare fixed solely on Hidan. “What the hell do I want?” he repeated, his voice low and cutting. “What the hell are you doing?”
Hidan arched a brow, his smirk widening. “What does it look like, genius? Not that it’s any of your business.”
“It is my business,” Shikamaru snapped, his voice rising. “You’re cheating on Hinata.”
The woman shifted uncomfortably, taking a small step back. “I-I should go,” she muttered, slipping out from under Hidan’s arm and scurrying off into the night.
Hidan’s smirk faltered, replaced by a scowl as he watched her leave. “Great. Look what you did, you little shit,” he snarled, his annoyance evident.
“Good,” Shikamaru shot back, his tone sharp enough to cut. “Now you can tell me what the hell your excuse is. Does Hinata know you’re out here screwing around?”
Hidan laughed, a cold, humorless sound that made Shikamaru’s blood boil even more. “Excuse? I don’t need one,” he said, his smirk returning. “And what’re you gonna do, huh? Run back and tell her? Go ahead. Let’s see if she believes you over me. Bet she’ll take my word any day.”
Shikamaru’s fists twitched at his sides, his nails biting into his palms. “Maybe I will,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “She deserves to know the kind of scumbag she’s dating.”
That struck a nerve. Hidan stepped closer, his smirk twisting into a sneer. “You think you’re some kind of hero, don’t you? Following her around like some lovesick puppy, waiting for her to notice you.” His eyes gleamed with malice. “Newsflash, kid: she’s never gonna see you as anything but her little shadow. You’ll never be me.”
Shikamaru’s jaw tightened, his breath coming in short, angry bursts. “Yeah? I’d never want to be you.”
Hidan chuckled darkly, the sound low and mocking, as he took a deliberate step closer. His grin twisted into something feral, his eyes gleaming with dangerous amusement. “Face it, kid. You’re wasting your time. Hinata? She’s nothing but a little prude, playing at being sweet and innocent. She doesn’t know what she wants. Hell, half the time she’s too scared to even tell me no without stammering like a scared little girl.”
Shikamaru’s jaw tightened, but Hidan wasn’t done. He leaned in, his voice dropping lower, venom dripping from every word. “She likes to act like she’s so proper, so untouchable. But let me tell you something, genius: she’s mine. Whether she gives me what I want now, later, or never, she’s still mine. She knows it, I know it, and you’d better know it too.”
Hidan smirked as he noticed Shikamaru’s fists clenching tighter. “You think you’ve got a shot with her? You think she’s going to wake up one day and realize, oh, Shikamaru’s the guy for me!” He laughed, the sound cruel. “Dream on. I don’t care how much time you’ve spent following her around like a lost puppy. She’s with me, and you’ll never be anything but her pathetic shadow.”
Shikamaru’s breath hitched, but before he could respond, Hidan’s expression darkened. “And you know what? Maybe she’s not enough for me sometimes. Maybe she’s too much of a tease, too scared to loosen up and give me what I deserve. So yeah, I’ll find it somewhere else if I feel like it. Doesn’t mean I’m letting her go. She’s my girl, and no one else is taking her from me. Not you, not anyone.”
The words sliced through Shikamaru, sharp and unforgiving. The casual cruelty with which Hidan spoke about Hinata—about her—was more than he could bear.
Before he realized what he was doing, his fist shot out and connected with Hidan’s jaw. The sickening crack of the impact echoed in the still night, sending Hidan stumbling back.
Hidan blinked, stunned for a brief moment, before his lips curled into a menacing grin. He swiped his thumb across his mouth, smearing the blood that trickled from the corner. “Oh, you’re dead, kid,” he growled, his voice brimming with menace.
Hidan swung wildly, but Shikamaru dodged, his body reacting with the precision of someone who had been in far too many fights. His fists followed, striking with purpose, each blow fueled by years of frustration and his unyielding anger over the disrespect Hidan had shown Hinata.
Hidan didn’t back down, meeting Shikamaru’s calculated strikes with raw, unrelenting aggression. The street was filled with the sounds of their fight—the thud of fists hitting flesh, grunts of effort, and the scrape of shoes on pavement. Shikamaru’s knuckles screamed in protest with every punch, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.
Hidan landed a solid hit to Shikamaru’s ribs, and pain shot through his side, but it only fueled his determination. He countered with a sharp jab to Hidan’s face, sending him reeling.
By the time they broke apart, both men were bloodied and bruised, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Shikamaru’s chest heaved, and his vision blurred slightly from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Hidan staggered, his smirk faltering but his defiance still evident in his narrowed eyes.
“You done?” Shikamaru spat, his voice low and dangerous.
Hidan snarled and lunged at him one last time, but his body gave out mid-swing. He collapsed to the ground in a heap, his fists clenching weakly before falling limp.
Shikamaru stood over him, his fists still clenched, his breath ragged. His entire body ached, but the fiery anger in his chest still burned bright. He glared down at Hidan’s unconscious form, his teeth grinding together as he fought to steady his breathing.
For a fleeting moment, a bitter satisfaction surged in Shikamaru’s chest as he stared down at Hidan’s crumpled form.
XXXXXX
One week later…
The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the hospital room as Hinata sat on the edge of Hidan’s bed, her hands trembling slightly as she held the straw of a water cup up to his lips. Her lavender eyes were filled with worry as she watched him take a sip, his bruised and battered face a stark reminder of the fight he’d been in. The fading marks on his jaw and cheek made her heart ache, even though she couldn’t stop thinking about the person responsible—Shikamaru.
The thought of her childhood friend doing this sent a fresh wave of unease through her. She didn’t understand what could have provoked him. Hidan had told her his side of the story, but something didn’t sit right.
“I still can’t believe that punk attacked me,” Hidan grumbled, his voice hoarse but laced with irritation. He leaned back against the pillows, his usual bravado dulled but not extinguished. “I told you, Hinata, that guy’s unstable. Always has been.”
Hinata frowned, her hands tightening slightly around the cup. “Shikamaru isn’t unstable,” she said softly. “He’s always been—”
“Don’t make excuses for him,” Hidan interrupted sharply, his eyes narrowing. “You think it’s normal for someone to lose their shit like that? To come after me like some crazy animal? Hell no. I don’t feel comfortable with my girlfriend hanging around someone like that.”
Hinata’s lips parted, her expression conflicted. “But Shikamaru wouldn’t hurt someone without a reason. Are you sure there wasn’t—”
“Hinata.” Hidan’s tone was firm, almost condescending. “You’re too sweet for your own good. You want to believe the best in everyone, but sometimes people just aren’t right in the head. And that kid? He’s not right.”
Before Hinata could respond, the door swung open, and Kakuzu stepped in, followed by Pain and Deidara. The shift in the atmosphere was immediate, and Hidan let out an annoyed groan.
“Oh, great,” Hidan muttered. “What the hell are you guys doing here?”
Deidara smirked, leaning casually against the wall. “Just checking on you, dumbass. Heard you got your ass handed to you by a high schooler. That’s a new low, even for you.”
“Piss off, Deidara,” Hidan snapped, glaring at him. “You’re lucky I’m too busted up to teach you a lesson.”
“Right, because you’re in top condition otherwise,” Deidara shot back with a grin.
Pain ignored the two talking, his piercing gaze shifting to Hidan. “How are you holding up?”
Hidan smirked, his irritation fading slightly as he turned his attention back to Hinata. “I’m doing fine, thanks to my nurse here. Best care a guy could ask for. Isn’t she the cutest?”
Hinata flushed, ducking her head as she muttered, “I-I’m just doing what anyone would do.”
Deidara rolled his eyes dramatically, crossing his arms. “Gross,” he muttered under his breath.
Hidan’s grin widened, clearly enjoying the reaction. “What’s the matter, blondie? Jealous? Must suck knowing you’ll never have someone who loves you the way Hinata loves me.”
Deidara growled, stepping forward. “You wanna say that again, asshole?”
“Enough,” Pain said sharply, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. He turned to Hinata, his expression softening slightly. “Hinata, would you mind giving us a moment alone with Hidan?”
Hinata hesitated, glancing at Hidan, who nodded. “Go on, princess. I’ll be fine.”
She smiled faintly and stood, but before she could take a step, Hidan grabbed her arm and yanked her down toward him. He kissed her, his lips rough and insistent, and her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she heard Deidara whistle behind her.
When Hidan finally released her, he smirked. “I’ll see you later, babe.” As she turned to leave, he gave her a playful slap on the butt.
Hinata yelped, her hand flying to her backside as her blush deepened. Bowing her head, she hurried toward the door. As it closed behind her, she heard Pain’s voice, calm but pointed. “Hidan, you should stop terrorizing your girlfriend.”
XXXXXX
Hinata made her way to the vending machine, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Hidan’s words about Shikamaru echoed in her head, mingling with her own doubts. Something didn’t feel right, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. As she stood there, staring at the glowing buttons, she wondered if she should try to reach out to Shikamaru for answers.
Shaking her head, she walked out of the hospital. A sleek black car was idling at the curb. The passenger door opened, and Shino stepped out, his sharp gaze scanning the area before he turned to her.
“Hinata,” he said, opening the back door for her. She nodded in thanks, climbing inside.
As she settled into the seat, Genma turned around from the driver’s seat, a smirk tugging at his lips. “How’s your asshole boyfriend doing?”
“Genma,” Hinata scolded, her tone soft but firm.
“What?” he said, feigning innocence. “I’m just saying he probably got what he deserved. Surprised Hiashi even lets you date him.”
Hinata frowned but didn’t respond.
Shino climbed back into the passenger seat, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. “Shikamaru’s been trying to reach you,” he said simply.
Hinata looked down at her hands, her expression conflicted.
Genma arched a brow, leaning back in his seat slightly. “You can’t avoid him forever, you know,” he said, his tone teasing but with a hint of seriousness.
Hinata didn’t reply, her thoughts spinning as she looked out the window, the city lights blurring past. Something told her this was far from over.
XXXXX
Four days later…
The cold bit at Hinata’s cheeks as she pulled her scarf tighter around her neck, her gloved hands trembling slightly as they brushed against her coat pocket. She had been avoiding her phone for two days, but the nagging thought of those unread messages lingered. When she finally pulled it out, the screen glowed with notifications: five unread texts and two missed calls from Shikamaru.
Her chest tightened as she stared at his name. She wanted to read them, to hear his voice, but something kept her from opening the messages. With a deep breath, she slid the phone back into her pocket and quickened her pace. The winter air was sharp.
She shook her head, thinking of Hidan. He had wanted to cancel his party after the fight, but from what she heard, Deidara had gone ahead with it anyway. Those two could never seem to get along, their constant bickering a source of tension, but they tolerated each other for Pain’s sake. It amazed her how Pain managed to keep them from killing each other.
Her steps slowed as she approached Hidan’s apartment building. The bag she carried felt heavier now, though it only contained the lunch she’d made for him. He’d been released from the hospital yesterday, and she wanted to do something kind for him. Maybe it would ease the tension between them.
Hinata climbed the stairs and knocked on the door to his apartment. It opened after a long moment, revealing Kakuzu’s imposing frame. His cold, unreadable gaze settled on her, making her feel small despite her best efforts to stand confidently.
“Hello, Kakuzu,” she greeted with a polite smile, holding up the container. “I brought lunch for Hidan…and I made extra, in case you’d like some.”
Kakuzu didn’t say a word, his stare unflinching. The silence stretched awkwardly until he finally stepped aside, allowing her to enter.
“He’s in his room,” he said before walking away.
“Thank you,” she said softly, walking into the kitchen to set the container on the table. The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the heater. After placing the food down, she made her way to Hidan’s room.
His door was closed, but she knocked lightly. “Hidan? It’s me,” she said, waiting a moment before opening the door.
The sight before her made her freeze in place. A woman was straddling Hidan on the bed, her hands tangled in his hair as their mouths moved together in a heated kiss. Hidan sat propped against the wall, his arms wrapped around the woman’s waist. Hinata’s gasp made them pause.
Hidan’s eyes snapped open, and he pushed the woman off him so abruptly she stumbled. “Hinata, wait—!” he blurted, his voice panicked.
The woman, flustered, quickly grabbed her shirt from the floor and slipped it on. “I’ll see you later,” she muttered, brushing past Hinata with a fleeting glance before disappearing out the door.
Hinata stood frozen, her heart pounding as she stared at Hidan. The woman had barely made it out of the room, leaving an oppressive silence in her wake. The walls of the apartment felt like they were closing in, the air thick with tension. Hidan stepped toward her cautiously, but the guilt she hoped to see in his expression wasn’t there—only annoyance and frustration.
“Hinata, seriously, stop looking at me like that,” Hidan muttered, raking a hand through his hair. “It’s not what you think.”
Her voice trembled as she found the strength to speak. “Not what I think? I walked in on you with another woman, Hidan! How is this not exactly what it looks like?”
He let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging as if he were the one who’d been wronged. “Okay, fine. So I messed up. Big deal. But don’t act like this is the end of the world.”
“Big deal?” Hinata’s voice cracked as anger and disbelief surged through her. “You kissed her! You were holding her! How can you—”
“Oh, come on,” Hidan cut her off sharply, his voice rising. “She doesn’t mean anything. I told you, you’re the one I care about. You’re my girlfriend.”
Hinata shook her head, her hands trembling. “If I mean so much to you, how could you do this to me? Why would you—”
“Because you don’t get it!” Hidan snapped, his frustration boiling over. He closed the distance between them, his towering presence making her feel small. “I have needs, Hinata. You know that! And you—” He gestured at her, his voice dripping with exasperation. “You’ve been holding out on me since day one. How long am I supposed to wait, huh?”
Hinata’s stomach churned, his words cutting deep. “That doesn’t justify cheating on me, Hidan! If you had a problem, you could’ve talked to me instead of—”
“Talked to you?” he interrupted with a bark of laughter, his voice laced with bitterness. “Yeah, because that’s worked so well before. Every time I try, you just give me the same excuse. ‘I’m not ready.’ ‘I need more time.’” He mocked her softly spoken tone, his expression twisting into a sneer. “Well, newsflash, princess—I’m not gonna sit around like some damn monk waiting for you to figure your shit out.”
Hinata’s eyes filled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. “If that’s how you feel, then why are you even with me? Why didn’t you just—”
“Because I love you!” Hidan yelled, his voice echoing off the walls. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his jaw tight. “Because you’re the only one I actually give a damn about. The others? They don’t mean anything. They’re just distractions.”
Hinata stared at him, her chest tightening as his words sank in. “Others?” she whispered, barely able to get the word out.
Hidan groaned, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Oh, don’t start. That’s not the point. The point is, I’m here, with you. You’re mine, and I’m not letting you throw this away because of one stupid mistake.”
“This isn’t just a mistake, Hidan,” Hinata said, her voice rising. “It’s a betrayal! And now you’re blaming me for it? You—”
“Don’t,” he growled, stepping closer, his voice low and threatening. “Don’t start acting like you’re some saint in all of this. You think I don’t notice how close you are with that damn Shikamaru? You think I don’t see the way he hovers around you like a lovesick puppy?”
Hinata’s breath hitched. “This has nothing to do with Shikamaru!”
“Doesn’t it?” Hidan shot back, his eyes narrowing. “You’re so quick to defend him, but when it comes to me, you’re all accusations and guilt trips. Maybe you should be asking yourself why he’s so interested in you, huh? Or better yet, why you’re so interested in him.”
Hinata cried, her voice breaking. “Shikamaru’s my friend! He’s always been—”
“Yeah, right,” Hidan interrupted, his voice dripping with disdain. “Face it, Hinata. That little loser’s got it bad for you, and you’re too naïve to see it. Hell, maybe you like the attention. Maybe you’re not as innocent as you act.”
A loud knock interrupted the escalating tension. “What the hell’s going on in there?” Kakuzu’s deep voice rumbled from the other side of the door.
Hidan whipped his head toward the door, his jaw tightening. “Mind your own damn business, Kakuzu! I’m having a private talk with my girlfriend.”
“Your ‘private talk’ is leaking into the rest of the apartment,” Kakuzu shot back, his tone flat but cutting.
“Then put on some headphones and listen to music or something!” Hidan snapped, his voice dripping with venom. “I’ve got this handled.”
There was a long pause before Kakuzu muttered something unintelligible and his footsteps receded, though Hinata doubted he had gone far.
Hidan turned back to her, his expression still twisted with anger. “See what you’re doing? You’re making a scene. You’re making me look like the bad guy here.”
“Maybe because you are the bad guy,” Hinata said, her voice breaking. “You kissed someone else, Hidan. You don’t even seem sorry. How can you expect me to stay after this?”
Hidan scoffed, his grip still ironclad on her wrist. “You think I don’t love you? Is that it? I kissed her, yeah, but that doesn’t mean anything. You’re the one who’s my girlfriend. You’re the one I care about. The rest of them? They’re just…they don’t mean anything. You mean everything.”
Hinata stared at him, her stomach twisting in revulsion. “The rest of them?” she repeated, her voice barely a whisper.
Hidan cursed under his breath, realizing his mistake. “Look, you’re taking this all wrong,” he said quickly, his tone shifting into something almost pleading. “I screw up sometimes, alright? But I’m here, aren’t I? I’m not letting you walk out over something so stupid.”
“I’m leaving, Hidan,” she said firmly, her voice steadier now as she took a step back.
Hidan blocked her path again, slamming his palm against the door. “No, you’re not. We’re not done talking.”
Hinata’s heart pounded, fear creeping in as she realized just how trapped she was. “Hidan, let me go,” she pleaded, her voice shaking.
“Not until you listen to me,” he insisted, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re not walking out over something this stupid. You’re mine, Hinata. I’m not letting you throw this away.”
Her mind raced as panic gripped her. She couldn’t let this go on. Summoning every ounce of courage, she lifted her knee sharply, driving it into his groin with all the force she could muster.
Hidan let out a guttural groan, his grip loosening as he stumbled back, clutching himself in pain.
Hinata didn’t waste a second. She yanked the door open and bolted, her chest heaving as she ran down the hallway. Kakuzu stood nearby, his brow furrowed in concern.
“What happened?” he asked, but Hinata didn’t stop to answer. She raced past him, her tears blurring her vision as she fled the apartment and into the icy winter air.
XXXXXX
The snow fell gently, blanketing the streets in a soft white layer, muffling the sounds of the world around Hinata as she walked. Her breath came in visible puffs, shaky from the tears she had shed and the lump still caught in her throat. The cold nipped at her exposed cheeks, but she barely felt it. Her scarf hung loosely around her neck, forgotten as her thoughts consumed her.
Each step felt heavier than the last, the events of the evening replaying in her mind on an endless, cruel loop. Hidan’s words, his actions, the way he had grabbed her—everything. Her chest tightened as she thought about the woman she had seen with him, the casual way he had dismissed her, and the horrible realization that there had been others.
How had she not seen it before? The signs had always been there, hadn’t they? The possessiveness disguised as care, the temper he barely kept in check, the excuses, the manipulations. She shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold.
By the time she reached the Hyuga estate, her legs felt weak, and her heart felt heavier than it ever had before. She entered through the side door, brushing the snow from her coat as she stepped into the warm glow of the house.
“Hinata,” Hiashi’s voice called from the main sitting room. She turned her head slightly, her movements slow and mechanical.
“Yes, Father?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
“The Christmas banquet will be held this weekend,” he said, his tone even and authoritative as always. “The other families will be in attendance, so I expect you to be presentable and punctual.”
She nodded automatically, not fully processing his words. “Okay,” she murmured, her voice hollow.
Hiashi paused, his piercing gaze studying her from across the room. “Is something the matter?”
“No, Father,” she replied quickly, forcing her head to bow slightly in deference. “I’m just tired. May I be excused?”
He studied her for a moment longer before nodding. “Rest well, Hinata.”
She mumbled her thanks and turned toward the stairs, her feet dragging as she made her way to her bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she stood in the silence of her sanctuary, staring at the familiar space that now felt strangely foreign. She peeled off her coat and scarf, letting them fall to the floor, uncaring of the mess.
She sat on the edge of her bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as her thoughts began to spiral. Hidan had seemed so sweet when they first met. He was charming in a way that made her blush, bold in a way that made her feel wanted. He was older, more experienced, and that had felt thrilling. She had thought it meant he could protect her, that he understood the world in ways she didn’t yet.
But now, as she sat alone in her room, the warmth of those memories soured. She began to see the moments for what they really were. The way he had brushed off her discomfort with crude jokes, the way he had slowly isolated her from her friends, making her feel guilty for spending time with anyone but him. The way he dismissed her boundaries, acting as though her feelings were inconveniences instead of valid concerns.
Her mind flashed back to Shikamaru. The fight. The texts she hadn’t read. The warnings he had given her, his careful way of trying to tell her without pushing her too far. Her heart ached at the thought of him. He had seen what she couldn’t—or wouldn’t—and now she couldn’t face him.
Tears welled in her eyes again, spilling over as she curled her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly. She thought about the promises Hidan had made, the way he had held her hand and told her she was everything to him. She had believed him, trusted him, and yet…she had been so blind to the truth.
The snow outside continued to fall, the world beyond her window peaceful and quiet. But inside, Hinata felt like a storm was raging within her. For the first time, she truly began to question everything. Hidan’s sweet words, his charming smiles—they had all been a mask. And now, she was left to pick up the pieces of her broken heart.
XXXXXXX
The banquet hall was alive with chatter, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. The warm glow of golden lights reflected off the ornate decorations, and the room was filled with the smell of rich holiday dishes. Shikamaru leaned against a pillar near the edge of the hall, his hands stuffed into his pockets, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd.
He hadn’t seen Hinata since the fight. Not at school. Not anywhere. She’d been avoiding him, and though he understood why, it didn’t sting any less. She was his best friend—she always had been—and the distance between them felt like a hollow ache in his chest. He missed her. He missed her soft voice, her quiet laugh, and the way she always managed to understand him without him having to say much.
Shikamaru sighed, straightening his tie out of habit even though it was already perfectly in place. His parents had dragged him to the banquet, a gathering of influential families that came together during the holidays. It was a political maneuver as much as it was a celebration. He was supposed to mingle, but the thought of polite small talk with people he barely tolerated made him want to crawl under a table and nap.
Instead, his gaze kept darting toward the crowd, searching for Hinata.
He spotted her father, Hiashi, speaking to one of the other family heads. Hanabi flitted about, charming the adults with her youthful energy, but there was no sign of Hinata herself. The longer he went without seeing her, the heavier the pit in his stomach grew. Was she avoiding him even now?
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a familiar figure through the glass doors leading to the deck outside. Hinata stood there alone, her figure wrapped in the soft glow of the string lights strung above. Snow was beginning to fall again, light flakes catching in her dark hair.
Shikamaru hesitated for a moment before pushing off the wall. His steps were slow and deliberate as he made his way through the crowd, eventually slipping outside. The cold air hit him immediately, but the sight of her made him forget the chill.
Hinata stood at the railing, her hands resting lightly on the wood as she looked out at the snow-covered gardens. She was dressed beautifully in a dark blue gown that complemented her pale skin, but she wasn’t wearing a coat, and her shoulders looked bare and delicate in the icy air.
“You know it’s freezing out here, right?” Shikamaru said, his voice soft but carrying just enough teasing to make her glance over her shoulder.
Hinata’s lavender eyes widened when she saw him, her cheeks instantly flushing pink. “Sh-Shikamaru,” she stammered, turning her face away slightly.
He smiled faintly, the tension he’d been holding easing just a bit. Without saying another word, he shrugged off his dark suit jacket and draped it gently over her shoulders. “Here. You’ll catch a cold.”
Hinata blinked in surprise, her hands reaching up to clutch the edges of the jacket. It was far too big for her, but the gesture warmed her more than the fabric itself. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.
Shikamaru leaned against the railing beside her, his breath visible in the cold air. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and couldn’t help but smile softly. She was embarrassed—he could tell by the way her cheeks remained flushed and how she avoided meeting his gaze.
“You don’t have to say anything,” he said quietly, breaking the silence. “Not right now.”
Hinata looked up at him, startled, but when she saw the understanding in his expression, her shoulders relaxed slightly. She nodded, her hands still clutching his jacket.
They stood in silence for a moment, the snow falling softly around them. The distant hum of the banquet hall felt like it belonged to another world. Out here, it was just the two of them.
“You’ve always liked the snow,” Shikamaru said, his voice low and contemplative. “I remember when we were kids, you’d stay outside for hours building snowmen. I’d get bored after ten minutes.”
Hinata giggled softly at the memory, the sound light and fleeting. “You always said it was too troublesome.”
“Still is,” he said with a smirk, turning to look at her fully. “But I don’t mind the cold so much when it’s quiet like this.”
Hinata finally met his gaze, her blush deepening. “I’m sorry,” she whispered suddenly, her voice so soft he almost didn’t hear it.
“For what?” Shikamaru asked, though he already knew.
“For avoiding you,” she admitted, her hands twisting nervously in the fabric of his jacket. “I didn’t know how to face you.”
Shikamaru’s smile softened, and he shrugged. “I figured. But like I said, we don’t have to talk about it now.”
Hinata nodded, but there was a weight to her expression that didn’t go unnoticed. He wanted to reach out, to tell her that no matter what happened, she didn’t have to carry it alone. Instead, he placed his hand on the railing, close enough to hers that their fingers almost touched.
“Hinata,” he said after a pause, his voice quieter now. “You know I’ve got your back, right? Always.”
She looked at him, her eyes shimmering with unspoken emotion, and for a brief moment, the tension between them eased. She smiled—a small, tentative smile—but it was real, and it made his heart skip.
“Thank you, Shikamaru,” she said softly.
Shikamaru leaned a little closer, resting his forearms on the railing as he glanced sideways at Hinata. Her shy smile lingered, and the sight of it made the corners of his own lips tug upward. The snow danced around them, catching in her dark hair like tiny crystals. For a moment, he couldn’t help but admire her, and the weight of his feelings pressed softly against his chest.
“Hinata,” he started, his voice quiet but steady. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to say for a while.”
Her gaze flicked to his, curiosity sparking in her lavender eyes. “What is it?”
He let out a soft, almost nervous chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “You just got out of…you know, that,” he said, careful with his words. “And I don’t want to make things harder for you, but I need you to know something.”
She tilted her head slightly, her expression attentive but gentle, silently encouraging him to continue.
“I care about you. A lot,” he said, his dark eyes meeting hers directly. “I always have. And I know things are complicated right now, and I don’t expect anything from you. Not now, not ever if that’s how it has to be. But I’m here, no matter what. Whether you can ever feel the same way or not, that’s not going to change.”
Hinata’s lips parted slightly, her cheeks flushing as she absorbed his words. She hesitated for a moment before placing her hand on his arm, the gesture small but familiar. “Shikamaru,” she said softly, her voice trembling just enough to let him know she was touched. “You’ve always been there for me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You won’t have to find out,” he replied with a small, teasing smile. “You’re stuck with me.”
She giggled at that, a sound that warmed him far more than the thick jacket he was missing. “Thank you,” she said again, her voice more certain this time.
As they stood there, their quiet moment was interrupted by the sight of a familiar figure through the glass doors. Sasuke Uchiha stood inside, his typically brooding expression in full force, as he leaned against a wall next to his older brother, Itachi.
Shikamaru’s lip curled slightly in amusement. “And there’s Prince Grumpy,” he muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I see he’s still perfecting that ‘I hate everything’ look.”
Hinata glanced inside and stifled a small laugh. “Shikamaru,” she scolded lightly, though her tone lacked any real bite. “Be nice.”
“Nice? To him?” Shikamaru raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “What’s he gonna do, glare me into submission? He’s already got Itachi to do all his heavy lifting.”
Hinata pressed her hand over her mouth to suppress her giggle, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. “You’re terrible.”
“And you’re too polite,” Shikamaru shot back. “It’s why you’re my favorite. You balance out my bad attitude.”
Before she could respond, Sasuke’s gaze shifted, catching sight of them through the glass. His brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of irritation crossing his face before he turned his attention back to his brother.
“He saw us,” Hinata whispered, nudging Shikamaru lightly on the arm. “Stop.”
“Good,” Shikamaru said with a grin. “Maybe he’ll finally figure out how to smile. It’ll be a Christmas miracle.”
Hinata shook her head, laughing softly as she hit his arm. “You’re impossible.”
“And you love me for it,” he teased, giving her a knowing look.
As her laughter died down, something above them caught Shikamaru’s eye. He leaned back slightly, nodding upward. “Hey, look.”
Hinata followed his gaze, her eyes landing on the small sprig of mistletoe hanging above them. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink, and she let out a soft, nervous laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oh…”
Shikamaru smirked, the corner of his lips quirking upward in amusement as he leaned closer. “Well, it is tradition.”
Before she could say anything, he reached up and gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Then, leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her lips, lingering just a moment before pulling back. It was careful, tender—a gesture that honored the moment without overstepping.
“Merry Christmas, Hinata,” he said quietly, his voice warm and sincere.
Hinata’s blush deepened, and she looked down, her lips curling into a shy but radiant smile. “M-Merry Christmas, Shikamaru,” she whispered, her fingers clutching his jacket a little tighter around her shoulders.
The snow continued to fall, the world around them quiet and peaceful, as they stood together on the deck. For Shikamaru, the chill in the air didn’t matter. For now, this was enough. She was enough.
XXXXXXX
Weeks later…
The air was crisp, the first hints of spring teasing the edges of the lingering winter chill. Hinata walked hand in hand with Shikamaru, their fingers loosely interwoven. Despite the newness of their relationship, everything between them felt as it always had—comfortable, easy, and full of unspoken understanding.
It had been weeks since Shikamaru asked her to be his girlfriend, and though the shift in their relationship was undeniable, it didn’t feel like a sudden, jarring change. Instead, it was as though they had simply stepped into a new rhythm, one that still carried the echoes of their deep friendship. He still teased her about little things, and she still scolded him lightly for his laziness, though neither could deny the softness that now threaded its way through every interaction.
Hinata glanced at him as they walked, his expression as relaxed as ever, though his thumb absently stroked her knuckles. That small, unconscious gesture sent a warmth through her chest, and she smiled to herself. She had worried, at first, that things might become awkward, that dating might somehow disrupt the bond they had always shared. But Shikamaru had been right—it hadn’t changed anything. If anything, it had deepened what was already there.
Still, there were shadows that lingered, memories that left a bitter taste in her mouth whenever they surfaced. She tightened her grip on Shikamaru’s hand slightly, and he glanced at her with a raised brow, his silent question clear.
“I’m fine,” she murmured, offering him a small smile.
Shikamaru gave her a knowing look but didn’t press, his hand squeezing hers lightly in reassurance.
She let out a soft breath, her thoughts drifting back to the day she had filed the restraining order against Hidan. It had been one of the hardest decisions she’d ever made, but it was necessary—something she had to do for her safety and peace of mind. After their last confrontation, she hadn’t been able to shake the feeling of his hands on her wrist, his anger radiating through the air, the way he had tried to manipulate her into staying.
When she’d run out of his apartment that night, she hadn’t just been running from him. She had been running from the version of herself that had allowed him to control her, to make her believe his lies. Filing the restraining order had been a step toward reclaiming her sense of self, a declaration that she wouldn’t let him dictate her life anymore.
Hidan hadn’t taken the news well. She remembered the venom in his voice when he called her afterward, his threats thinly veiled and his anger palpable. Thankfully, the restraining order had done what it was supposed to—it had kept him away. But the emotional scars lingered, and there were moments, like now, when the memory of his words tried to creep back in.
“Hey,” Shikamaru’s voice broke through her thoughts, pulling her back to the present. He stopped walking, turning to face her. “What’s on your mind?”
Hinata hesitated for a moment before meeting his gaze. “It’s nothing,” she said softly, though she knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with that.
He studied her for a moment, his dark eyes filled with quiet patience. “You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” he asked gently, his tone free of judgment.
Hinata’s shoulders sagged slightly, and she nodded. “Sometimes it’s hard not to,” she admitted. “But it’s different now. I don’t feel…trapped anymore. I know I made the right choice.”
“You did,” Shikamaru said firmly, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. “And you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.”
His words warmed her, and she smiled, a small but genuine smile. “Thank you,” she whispered.
He shrugged, his smirk teasing as he said, “That’s what boyfriends are for, right?”
Hinata laughed softly, the sound lightening the heaviness in her chest. She leaned into him slightly, her free hand resting against his arm. “You’re a very good one,” she said earnestly, her cheeks flushing faintly.
Shikamaru’s smirk softened into a smile, and he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. “And you’re worth it,” he murmured, his voice low but certain.
As they continued walking, hand in hand, Hinata felt the weight of her past begin to lift, replaced by the quiet reassurance of Shikamaru’s presence. The road ahead was still uncertain, but with him by her side, she knew she could face whatever came next.