Paper Rings & Broken Hearts

Kakashi lingered around the training grounds longer than he should have. He was a few minutes late himself, but that didn’t explain why Hinata hadn’t shown up yet. After fifteen minutes, he reasoned that maybe she was caught up at home, or at the market, or doing something for her job at the library. Hinata was often quiet, but never flaky.

But fifteen minutes turned into thirty. Then an hour. And eventually…two.

By the time he was pacing the perimeter of the field, hands in his pockets and brows furrowed beneath his silver fringe, he felt more than just concern. He was frustrated. It wasn't like her.

And yet, deep down, some part of him already understood why.

He sighed, shifting his weight and starting toward her house. His steps were casual on the surface, but underneath his mask, his thoughts churned.

The memory of Sasuke gripping his hand until the bones cracked still made his skin prickle. He could still feel the phantom echo of that chakra burn. His pride smarted more than his fingers did. The man hadn’t even yelled. He’d just crushed his hand, warned him, and walked away like it was nothing.

But Kakashi had seen the look in his eyes. That wasn't empty anger or hollow possessiveness.

That was territorial.

Jealousy, he knew. He recognized it. Because he’d felt it himself, too many times. Seeing Hinata again after avoiding her, the way her soft smile met his teasing remarks, how easily they slipped back into old rhythms…he’d been so swept up in the warmth of it, in her, that his hand had moved to her cheek before he could stop himself.

And she hadn’t recoiled.

But she had walked away.

Guilt nipped at the edge of his thoughts.

He thought back to that dinner with Gai, how his old friend had talked about Sasuke and Hinata like they were the village’s new golden couple. Gai’s words had been filled with pride and excitement—"Youth blooming between them!"—and Kakashi had smiled. But inside, it had bothered him. More than he liked admitting.

Now, standing in front of her door, that feeling twisted again in his gut.

He knocked once. Waited. Knocked again. No answer.

He furrowed his brow.

He knocked a third time, then stepped back a bit, staring at the door as if it might answer for her. Was she not home? That didn’t feel right.

Just as his hand rose for a fourth time, the door creaked open slowly. He blinked.

Hinata stood there, eyes lowered, fingers curled at her sides. Her hair framed her face gently, but there was a hesitance in the way she lifted her gaze to meet his.

His heart thumped once.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, tone low, carefully controlled.

She nodded slowly. "Yes. I just…Sasuke-kun isn’t in Konoha right now. He left on a mission, so…he won’t be back for a little while."

Kakashi tilted his head slightly, still not quite catching the message. “Okay,” he said cautiously. “And?”

Hinata’s lips parted, and then closed. She took a small breath. "He asked me not to see you while he’s gone."

Ah.

“Oh,” Kakashi said after a beat. “Did he now.”

He meant it to sound flippant, maybe even amused, but there was something sharp underneath the words. Bitterness, maybe. Or resignation. He couldn’t tell.

Still, it made sense. He’d noticed the shift in Sasuke, not just in how he looked at Hinata, but how he carried himself. The sharp hostility had dulled into a focused sort of stillness. Less like a man ready to snap and more like a man beginning to settle. That was dangerous in its own way.

Sasuke was changing.

And Hinata…she was too. There was something lighter about her now, even in the brief glance she’d given him at the door. Her shoulders were less tense. Her voice was still soft, but steadier. Even if jealousy prickled under Kakashi’s skin, a quiet part of him was happy for her. She deserved someone who made her smile like that.

He took a step back from the doorway.

“Well, if that’s the case,” he said lightly, forcing his voice into its usual teasing lilt, “I should probably head back before the villagers start spreading rumors about the silver-haired rogue showing up at a married woman’s house.”

Hinata’s brows lifted, mouth parting as if to say something, but he held up a hand and turned, taking a step away.

Then he stopped and turned halfway back to face her. “Are we good?” he asked, voice softer now. “You and me?”

Hinata blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Kakashi said, his tone a little more blunt than usual, “are we still friends? Or is this where we go back to nodding at each other from across the street and pretending the rest of it didn’t happen?”

There was a pause. Hinata looked down. Her fingers fidgeted at the edge of the door.

“I-I don’t know,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

It shouldn’t have surprised him. But the ache in his chest still bloomed. Slow, deep, and undeniable.

He gave a small nod, masked expression unreadable. "Alright. That’s fair. I’ll take my leave then.”

He noticed how Hinata looked as if she wanted to say something, but his heart couldn’t take the hurt look on her face, so he turned around and waved his hand as he walked away.

x-x-x-x

The scent of seared meat and savory spices greeted Sasuke the moment he stepped into the dimly lit restaurant. It was late, the place mostly quiet save for the low hum of a few patrons. His cloak stirred slightly behind him as he followed the hostess, who gestured with a polite smile toward a booth tucked into the corner. Sasuke gave a slight nod and slid in without a word.

She handed him a menu with practiced grace. “Your waitress will be with you shortly.”

He didn’t respond, just accepted the menu and kept his eyes on it as she walked away.

But he wasn’t reading.

His thoughts were elsewhere, cycling through mission details, paths, timing. There were still two stops left, possibly three depending on whether the contact in the Wind Province actually showed up. If he was efficient, maybe he could finish in three weeks. That would require cutting the overnight scouting down to one day. Risky, but possible.

Still, even with numbers and timing bouncing through his mind, none of it held. His focus kept sliding away.

To her.

He stared blankly at the menu.

Hinata.

Was she keeping her word?

He had no real reason to doubt her, not truly. She wasn’t the type to lie, not even to spare feelings. But that didn’t mean Kakashi wouldn’t push. The man had already crossed a line once. Sasuke’s jaw tightened subtly. And what if Hinata didn’t say what he told her to? What if she softened and gave in?

He didn’t like thinking about it. He didn’t like the thought of Kakashi being anywhere near her, especially while he was away. Not after everything that had happened. Not after how different things had become between them.

A soft, saccharine voice cut into his brooding.

“Hi there, handsome,” came a flirtatious lilt. “Sorry for the wait. What can I get for you tonight?”

He didn’t look up at first. Just flipped the menu over, scanning it without seeing. “Beef soba. Tea.”

There was a brief pause. Then a giggle. “You got it. Let me know if you need anything else…anything at all.”

He still didn’t look at her.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her shift slightly, pretending to drop her pen, leaning just a little too far forward in a clear, clumsy attempt to display her chest.

Sasuke silently extended the menu, not toward the table, but upward, blocking her from getting any closer. His eyes, finally meeting hers, were blank and unreadable, dark as stone.

The woman blinked, clearly flustered, and gave a sheepish laugh as she straightened. “O-oh, thank you.” She tucked the menu under her arm quickly, clearly embarrassed. “I’ll, uh…be back with your order soon.”

She turned on her heel and disappeared.

Sasuke leaned back against the booth. His gaze wandered to the window beside him, where the quiet outlines of the village stretched into evening shadows. His tea couldn’t come fast enough.

After some time, the waitress returned, balancing the tray with practiced ease. She placed the bowl of beef soba in front of him, followed by a small cup of tea, steam curling from both in soft tendrils.

“There you go, handsome,” she said sweetly. “Hope it’s just the way you like it.” Her tone dipped flirtatiously as she added, “And if not, I’m sure I can find a way to make it better.”

Sasuke didn’t look up. He gave a low grunt of acknowledgment and picked up his chopsticks.

Still, she lingered.

“My name’s Kiyo, by the way,” she offered, stepping a little closer to the edge of the table. “Most people don’t come through here alone. You got a name to go with the mystery, or should I just keep calling you ‘handsome’?”

Sasuke’s gaze lifted slowly from his bowl. “I’m married.”

Kiyo blinked, visibly thrown, but she recovered quickly with a teasing smile. “Oh? She must be awfully trusting to let a man like you out here alone.”

Sasuke’s face remained still, but his voice came calm and razor-edged. “She doesn’t need to be here for you to know I’m taken.”

The words dropped like a stone in water.

Kiyo flushed, the coyness slipping from her expression as her lips parted with a quiet, embarrassed laugh. “R-right. Of course. My mistake.”

Without another word, she turned and left, her steps brisk and her smile tight.

Sasuke didn’t watch her go.

He turned back to his soba, breaking the chopsticks with a sharp snap and stirring the broth slowly before taking a bite. The flavors were decent, rich, earthy, just enough spice.

But his thoughts were already far from the bowl in front of him.

He didn’t care about the waitress or her interest.

x-x-x-x

Moments after Kakashi left…

Hinata shut the door softly, exhaling slowly as she pressed her forehead against the cool wooden surface. Her chest felt tight, conflicted, a mixture of guilt and sadness that lingered stubbornly despite her attempt to shake it off.

That look…

The expression Kakashi had worn the moment she admitted she wasn't sure about their friendship was burned into her mind. The quiet hurt in his eyes, the flash of surprise, disappointment. Those few silent moments were louder than any words he could have spoken. She hadn’t meant to wound him, yet there was no mistaking the subtle shadow that crossed his features.

Hinata stepped back from the door and slowly walked down the hallway toward her bedroom, her mind replaying the conversation again and again. It didn't feel right. Kakashi had always been good to her, kind, understanding, and supportive, during a period when she'd felt unbearably lonely.

During the long months of Sasuke’s absence, Kakashi had quietly been there, showing up with warm tea, kind smiles, and distracting conversation. He'd gently coaxed her from the heavy silence she'd surrounded herself with. She had been painfully aware of Sasuke’s neglect, the whispers and stares that trailed her, yet Kakashi had never judged. He had given her friendship when she'd needed it most.

That closeness had inevitably grown into more, feelings she struggled to contain, an innocent crush blooming quietly beneath the surface. She’d kept it hidden, buried deep beneath shame and loyalty, but her heart knew it was there. Even now, she felt guilty for it.

She knew that Sasuke was genuinely trying now. Their marriage was shifting, blossoming into something she hadn't dared dream about. She wanted to honor that effort, wanted to protect this fragile thing building between them. Sasuke had trusted her, had asked explicitly for distance between her and Kakashi. And she'd promised.

But the conflict remained.

How could she fully turn away from someone who had become so significant? Kakashi’s wounded expression lingered, tugging painfully at her conscience. Did friendship need to be sacrificed so abruptly? Was there no middle ground?

Hinata sighed softly, stepping into her bedroom and reaching toward her wardrobe, pulling out her pale cardigan to prepare for work at the library. She quickly slipped her arms through, fingers trembling slightly as she buttoned it up. She hoped, prayed, that work would provide a distraction from these tangled thoughts.

Yet, even as she fastened the final button and smoothed down the fabric, Kakashi’s expression continued to haunt her.

Hinata carefully smoothed out the fabric of her uniform, making sure everything was neatly in place. The soft material brushed gently against her fingertips, and she adjusted the dark blue sleeves carefully, straightening the lines. Her eyes lingered momentarily at the reflection staring back at her from the mirror. Pale lavender eyes looked thoughtful yet gentle, framed by long dark hair gathered neatly into a bun, a few strands still managing to escape. She tucked them quietly behind her ear, a tiny sigh escaping her lips as her gaze grew distant.

It had been an eventful past two days, the dinner with her family, Sasuke's birthday celebration, the emotional jutsu that brought back his loved ones, and Sasuke's abrupt departure for his mission earlier this morning. Her heart squeezed slightly at the memory. Sasuke had stood by the door, his dark gaze oddly serious as he asked her to keep her distance from Kakashi while he was gone. The request had startled her deeply, not simply because of its nature, but because of the emotions hidden within his eyes as he spoke.

A faint blush warmed Hinata's cheeks at the memory, and she quickly shook her head to clear her thoughts. Now wasn’t the time to dwell. She had work to do and she knew her students would be waiting for her. Grabbing her belongings, she stepped out of the house, letting the warmth of the morning sun chase away the lingering confusion in her mind.

When Hinata arrived at the Academy, the quiet peace she had enjoyed on her walk quickly evaporated as soon as she stepped inside the library.

"Hinata-sensei!" Three familiar voices chimed simultaneously, excitement evident as her student helpers practically raced toward her.

Daiki was the first to speak up, eyes sparkling mischievously, "Where were you the past two days, Hinata-sensei? We missed you!"

Hinata paused, caught slightly off guard by their eager questions. "Oh," she began softly, feeling warmth rise to her cheeks, "I just took some personal time for myself."

Riku tilted his head thoughtfully, pushing his glasses up with a knowing smirk. "Personal time? On Sasuke-sama’s birthday, perhaps?"

Hinata’s blush intensified considerably at the mention. How could they know?

Daiki laughed, noticing her embarrassment. "Everyone knows Hokage–same and Shadow Kage-sama’s birthday," he explained cheerfully. "It's common knowledge."

Hinata covered her face briefly with her hands, a mixture of embarrassment and mild exasperation warming her skin. "I-I didn’t know it was that well known," she mumbled shyly, attempting to recover her composure.

Riku chuckled softly, exchanging amused looks with Daiki and Emiko. "Well, it's perfectly normal for a wife to want to spend her husband’s birthday with him, isn't it?"

Hinata quickly straightened, her face reddening further. "Y-you three! Let's focus on work now," she said hastily, trying to sound firm despite her flustered state.

Emiko giggled softly, nudging Daiki playfully. "Looks like she really likes spending time with her husband," she teased, clearly enjoying the reaction they were getting.

Hinata placed her hands gently on her hips, cheeks burning softly. "That's enough teasing," she reprimanded them gently, even though her voice carried no real anger. "We have books to shelve."

Daiki and Riku both gave mock-salutes, grinning broadly, while Emiko hid her giggles behind a book. With one last playful glance at their teacher, they scattered to their duties, leaving Hinata alone at the front desk.

Quietly, Hinata began sorting through the returned scrolls and books, her fingers running carefully along their edges as her mind wandered back to Sasuke's words.

"I'd choose staying together."

Hinata’s heart fluttered softly at the memory. It had surprised her, almost frightened her, when he'd said it, so quietly, yet with a sincerity she couldn't mistake. She had asked him repeat himself, half-expecting him to retract the statement or brush it off as a joke, but Sasuke had turned away, embarrassed. She had seen the faint blush coloring his pale skin, noticed the stubborn set of his jaw as he refused to meet her gaze again. Despite his silence, she knew he had meant every word.

Could Sasuke truly have feelings for her beyond friendship? She shook her head, uncertain. Sasuke was complicated, reserved, and undeniably hard to read. Yet, lately, he had been opening up to her, teasing her with nicknames like 'Toothless Chipmunk' and showing sides of himself that felt strangely private and intimate. She had no idea if Naruto or Sakura had seen these sides of him before, but for Hinata, it felt special. Unique. Sasuke trusted her, shared with her moments and glimpses of himself that she doubted many others ever saw.

Of course, Sasuke was undeniably handsome. Anyone with eyes could see that. But did she harbor romantic feelings for him? Hinata hesitated, her gaze drifting softly into the distance as warmth gently crept across her cheeks. She certainly cared about him deeply, valued his happiness, and lately, she found herself unconsciously smiling when thinking of him, her pulse quickening ever so slightly at the memory of his teasing smirks and rare gentle gestures. Yet, she convinced herself that her feelings didn't stir the same consuming, vivid flutter she'd once felt for Kakashi. That brief crush had overwhelmed her thoughts, had made her heart race with excitement at merely seeing silver hair or hearing a gentle voice—but her emotions towards Sasuke, though quieter, ran deeper, steadier, more meaningful in ways she hadn't fully understood yet.

She quickly shook her head, pushing away the memories. She didn't want to compare them. Sasuke was her husband, and their relationship was growing beautifully. He was a man capable of warmth and tenderness, even if he chose not to show it openly. Hinata smiled softly, recalling when he had cooked for her, that tomato onigiri, and the simple miso soup he made. Her blush returned gently, realizing that perhaps Sasuke had already quietly, persistently, made his way into her heart.

Before her thoughts could wander further, the library door slid open once more, and a familiar quiet presence entered the room.

"Good morning, Shino-sensei!" the students greeted warmly, clearly happy to see him.

"Good morning," Shino replied, voice calm and measured. "Is Hinata here today?"

"I'm here, Shino-kun," Hinata called softly from one of the aisles, stepping out with a gentle smile.

Shino’s expression relaxed slightly, the subtle shift evident to Hinata after years of friendship. "Are you planning on working through lunch again?" he asked gently, adjusting his sunglasses.

"Oh," Hinata's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "I didn't even realize it was lunch time already."

"It is," Shino affirmed gently. "Kiba and I are having lunch together today at the school. Would you care to join us?"

Hinata’s face immediately brightened at the mention of her friends. She nodded happily. "I'd love to, Shino. Thank you. Just give me a moment to finish a few things."

"That's fine," Shino responded calmly, with a slight tilt of his head. "We'll be in the teacher's lounge. Don't take too long. Kiba has been looking forward to seeing you." His quiet tone carried a hint of amusement, making Hinata smile softly.

"I won't be long," she promised, grateful for the invitation. Shino nodded once more, excused himself politely, and left the library, sliding the door closed behind him.

Hinata watched him leave, a warm sensation filling her chest. Spending time with Shino and Kiba would be nice, familiar and comfortable. She quickly set about finishing her tasks, determined not to keep them waiting long. But as she worked, Hinata couldn’t help but think once more of Sasuke, of the way he’d looked at her yesterday evening, so earnest and vulnerable. She wondered briefly if he thought of her now too, wherever he was.

Hinata worked quickly but carefully, putting away the remaining books, softly rearranging scrolls on their shelves and double-checking everything was tidy. Once done, she glanced at the three students, who had diligently finished their own tasks.

"Daiki-kun, Emiko-chan, Riku-chan," she called gently. Three eager faces turned toward her instantly. "I'm going to take my lunch break now. You should take a break too. Go enjoy yourselves for a little while."

Riku’s face lit up, and Daiki cheered happily, "Yes! Lunch time!"

"Thank you, Sensei!" Emiko chirped warmly, her smile bright and sincere as they moved excitedly out of the library. Hinata smiled softly after them, warmth filling her heart as she watched them go.

Carefully sliding the library door shut, she walked toward the teachers' lounge where Shino had mentioned meeting. Hinata’s footsteps echoed gently through the quiet hallways, the soft shuffle of her uniform's fabric against her skin comforting as she neared her destination.

As she entered, Hinata immediately spotted Shino and Kiba sitting at a small table. Her heart warmed instantly seeing the two of them together. Shino sat with a composed, quiet posture, calmly picking at his food, his eyes hidden behind his dark sunglasses. Meanwhile, Kiba was as animated as ever, talking enthusiastically, using his hands dramatically to emphasize his point.

Kiba noticed her presence first, his face immediately breaking into a bright grin. "Oi, Hinata! Over here!" he waved excitedly, beckoning her with exaggerated motions.

Hinata smiled shyly, moving toward them. Kiba’s excitement was infectious as he patted the seat beside him enthusiastically.

"Come sit by me," he said warmly. "I have extra food today, if you wanna share."

Hinata paused, her cheeks pinkening slightly with embarrassment. She had been so preoccupied with her earlier thoughts and duties that she'd completely forgotten to pack herself any lunch. Her stomach chose that precise moment to betray her thoughts, growling quietly.

Kiba’s grin widened dramatically, eyebrows raising in amusement. "I take that as a yes, then?"

Hinata flushed deeper, stammering quietly, "I-I wouldn’t want to take your food, Kiba-kun…"

Kiba laughed heartily, pushing his neatly prepared bento toward her anyway. "It's fine, Hinata! I brought extra, just in case. See?" He quickly pulled out an extra pair of chopsticks, grinning proudly. "Always prepared."

Touched by his kindness, Hinata smiled warmly, bowing her head softly. "Thank you, Kiba-kun. You're always so thoughtful."

Kiba shrugged casually, warmth evident in his grin. "Ah, it's nothing. Just eat already."

Shino lifted his gaze toward Hinata, giving a subtle nod of acknowledgment as she settled comfortably next to Kiba. "It's good you could join us, Hinata," he said calmly. "You've been working quite hard lately."

Hinata nodded softly, smiling gratefully at her quiet friend. "It's good to see you both."

Kiba immediately leaned in, picking up where he'd left off. "Anyway, as I was saying, Akamaru and I took a tracking mission last week, right? It was supposed to be simple, but it turned into a whole thing. You should’ve seen it!" He began enthusiastically recounting the details, arms moving dramatically to enhance his story. "This huge boar nearly knocked us both off a cliff. Akamaru barely jumped out of the way in time."

Shino listened patiently, occasionally adding a calm comment, "Kiba, perhaps you should've been more cautious. Boars are unpredictable."

Kiba huffed, waving him off. "Eh, we were totally fine!"

Hinata giggled softly at their familiar interactions, heart warming at the comfortable ease she felt being around them. It reminded her vividly of their younger days, filled with countless missions, silly arguments, and sincere camaraderie. Kiba and Shino had always been like brothers to her, fiercely protective and unwaveringly supportive.

Shino’s attention eventually shifted softly toward Hinata, his calm voice breaking gently into their conversation. "Naruto mentioned to me that Sasuke is currently away on a mission."

Kiba's animated chatter instantly quieted, eyes darting curiously toward Hinata as well. "Yeah, how are things going, Hinata? Everything good?"

Hinata noticed the careful curiosity in Kiba’s gaze. He was trying to appear casual, but she knew her friend too well. He was concerned about her. Hinata smiled reassuringly at both her friends.

"I'm alright," she said softly. "Things have been good lately, actually. Sasuke-kun and I have been getting along quite well."

Kiba nodded thoughtfully, grinning slightly. "I noticed that at my birthday. You two looked good together." He chuckled, cracking his knuckles playfully. "Which is great. Saves me from having to beat him up."

Shino immediately cut in, his tone completely neutral, yet somehow gently teasing. "Kiba, you wouldn’t be able to defeat Sasuke. It would be a rather one-sided match."

Kiba’s face dropped dramatically, eyes widening in offense. "Oi, Shino! Where's your faith, man?! I totally could!"

Shino adjusted his sunglasses slightly, his voice remaining even and steady. "It's not a lack of faith. It's a realistic assessment."

Kiba huffed indignantly, arms crossed, visibly pouting. "You're supposed to be on my side, Shino."

Hinata reached out gently, placing a calming hand softly on Kiba’s shoulder, trying to soothe his growing boisterousness. "K-Kiba-kun, please don’t shout—"

Kiba instantly turned toward her with an overly earnest look, leaning closer. "Hinata, you believe in me, right? You know I could take Sasuke."

Hinata hesitated briefly, heart squeezing gently. She knew Kiba was brave and determined. He would fight until the last moment, and yet, she also knew Sasuke’s strength. Caught between loyalty to Kiba’s determination and reality, she opened her mouth, unsure how to answer.

Thankfully, Shino interjected calmly, saving her from further awkwardness. "Kiba, please don't ask such foolish questions. You're making Hinata uncomfortable."

Kiba immediately protested loudly, facing Shino with disbelief. "Shino! Whose side are you even on?"

As they began bickering back and forth, Hinata quietly smiled, feeling her heart lighten. She missed moments like these dearly. Kiba’s loud laughter, Shino’s calming presence, the ease and comfort of spending time with friends she considered family. It grounded her firmly in the present, momentarily pushing aside worries of Sasuke, Kakashi, and the complicated emotions that still lingered within her.

She leaned forward slightly, listening quietly as her friends continued their banter, heart gently swelling with gratitude. These were the moments she treasured most dearly. The moments that made everything else seem lighter, more manageable.

Hinata softly smiled to herself, silently grateful she’d joined them today, grateful to have these two steady constants in her life. Their presence was calming, reassuring, and exactly what she needed.

x-x-x-x

Sasuke silently set a small stack of coins onto the polished wooden surface, enough to cover the meal and the trouble of the waitress' unwanted attention. He leaned back slightly, dark eyes narrowing as he noticed a group of men lounging at the back table. Their gazes traced the young waitress who had tried, unsuccessfully, to flirt with him earlier. Sasuke’s jaw tightened subtly. Their crude, lingering stares left an unpleasant taste at the back of his throat. Shameless perverts. He shook his head softly, a quiet judgment that brushed past his features like a passing shadow.

Adjusting his cloak, Sasuke rose from the chair, the wood scraping gently beneath him. He moved toward the tavern’s exit in quiet, smooth strides, each step deliberate, every movement unbothered and precise.

Just as his fingers brushed the door handle, he heard the soft tap of footsteps rapidly approaching him from behind.

“Wait! You’re leaving already?” The waitress’ voice was filled with a kind of gentle insistence, a hopeful tone lifting her words.

Sasuke turned slightly, gazing at her over his shoulder. He kept his face composed and expressionless, guarded in a practiced manner. “Yes. I have things to do.”

She hesitated, gathering courage beneath his blank stare. “Actually, there’s something special tonight. If you’re not busy—” she paused, a shy smile gracing her lips as she tucked loose strands of hair behind her ear, “—you should definitely come see the performance at the village square. It’s a shamisen recital, one of our village’s highlights. The musician’s very famous around here. Kazuki Mori.”

Kazuki Mori. The name resonated sharply in Sasuke's mind. He remembered it from the mission details Naruto had briefed him on. The shamisen performer wasn’t just some entertainer, he was his point of contact, crucial for this mission. The sooner Sasuke made contact, the sooner he could finish and return home.

His brows lifted slightly in a rare show of surprise. “Kazuki?” he repeated calmly, ensuring he had heard correctly.

“Yes,” the woman confirmed eagerly, noticing his curiosity. “Kazuki is actually my brother.” She beamed with unmistakable pride. “I can even get you a great spot up front—I’m sure you’ll enjoy his playing. It’s really beautiful.” She stepped closer, testing his patience once more, eyes hopeful. “You could even come as my date. It would be more fun together, don’t you think?”

Sasuke exhaled slowly through his nose, subtly irritated by her persistence. He allowed a pause, a moment of silence that hung awkwardly between them as he chose his words. Finally, meeting her hopeful eyes with cool indifference, he responded flatly, “I’ll go.”

The waitress’ eyes brightened, a flush spreading across her cheeks. She parted her lips, ready to speak again.

“—But not as your date,” he finished sharply, voice low and firm, leaving no room for misunderstanding. “I’m not interested in you.”

The warmth faded quickly from her face, replaced with a delicate pout. Still, determination lingered stubbornly in her gaze. “Well, I’ll still save you that spot anyway,” she replied softly, her tone holding a trace of disappointment alongside the remnants of her stubborn hope.

Sasuke regarded her silently, giving a faint nod before finally turning away. Without another word, he pushed open the tavern door, stepping out into the cooler evening air. He felt the waitress’ lingering stare upon his back as the door swung gently shut behind him, muffling the chatter and clinking of dishes from inside.

Outside, the sky was painted with soft shades of amber and violet, signaling dusk’s steady approach. Sasuke tilted his head upward, eyes settling briefly on the changing hues above, before bringing his gaze forward. Lanterns were already being lit in preparation for the evening event. Merchants hurriedly set up booths, the village slowly stirring to life as excitement built steadily around Kazuki’s performance.

Yet, despite the gentle beauty of his surroundings, Sasuke’s mind drifted involuntarily back to Konoha, to Hinata. He wondered fleetingly if she had kept her promise. The image of Kakashi’s hand on her cheek returned suddenly, raw and vivid, a flicker of agitation igniting beneath his otherwise controlled exterior. His jaw tightened, the muscle tensing beneath pale skin. Forcing away those thoughts, he took a measured breath.

The sooner he completed this mission, the sooner he’d return. He knew, deep down, that he could trust Hinata to honor her word. At least, he believed he could. Still, the shadow of uncertainty lingered.

Sasuke exhaled deeply, his brows knitted tightly in silent frustration. He walked down the winding streets of the unfamiliar village, his thoughts a tangled mess of conflicting emotions and stubborn denial. He wasn't the type of person who allowed jealousy to consume him, yet every time he thought of Kakashi's hand brushing Hinata's cheek, something uncomfortable stirred inside him. A bitter, sharp emotion he’d rarely felt before.

Jealousy was an ugly feeling, and he loathed that it had managed to dig its claws so deep into him. Especially when it came to Kakashi. Sasuke respected the older shinobi, always had. Kakashi had been his mentor, a trusted figur, someone Sasuke owed a significant debt. But now…

Sasuke's jaw tightened, his fist subtly clenching at his side. Now, the sight of that same man near Hinata unsettled him in a way he hadn’t anticipated.

He paused in his stride, scowling to himself as he stared absently down the crowded street. Vendors hurriedly prepared stalls for the evening's festivities, lanterns gently illuminating in clusters of warm amber glow, but Sasuke hardly noticed them. Instead, his thoughts stubbornly circled back to Hinata and Kakashi, again.

Why did it bother him so much? He'd told himself repeatedly that the issue was a matter of respect, of honor. Kakashi had crossed a line, and Sasuke wouldn't stand for it. But even that explanation rang hollow now, because Sasuke knew it wasn't just about honor. It was something deeper, something he was reluctant, no, resistant, to admit even to himself.

He was slowly developing feelings beyond friendship.

A low, irritated sigh slipped through his lips. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. When their marriage had first been arranged, Sasuke had rejected it with everything he had. He'd been furious, angry that his autonomy had been stripped away, angry that Sakura had suddenly felt out of reach. It felt unfair, forced, oppressive even. And yet, without fully realizing it, Hinata had quietly made her way through his walls, through his bitterness, and somehow managed to carve out a permanent place in his daily life.

He was grateful that their hostile exchanges and bitter arguments had faded into something softer, gentler. Their companionship quietly slipped into his heart and calmed him in a way few things could. Sasuke hadn't anticipated the ease with which they fell into comfortable silence. He hadn't expected to enjoy making her dinner, nor the subtle satisfaction he felt whenever he coaxed out her shy smiles and laughter.

Hinata had changed things for him without even trying, simple gestures, thoughtful gifts, and quiet care. She had let him reunite with his family, an act of kindness so selfless and pure that it still made his chest fill with overwhelming gratitude. No one else had done something like that for him, not in such a genuine, heartfelt way.

Sasuke’s pace slowed further, deep in thought. The truth was becoming clearer by the day, yet it was something he wasn't ready to admit openly. He was beginning to care deeply, more deeply than mere friendship warranted. It wasn't about being her husband on paper anymore. He genuinely found solace in her quiet presence, in their shared routines, and he craved her trust and respect in return. Maybe it was these feelings, these growing emotions he hadn't even fully acknowledged yet, that made seeing Kakashi near her unbearable.

A part of him wanted to ask Naruto to keep an eye on Hinata while he was away. It would be easy, logical even. His relationship with Naruto was still strained a bit, but Naruto was someone he could depend on. Yet the very thought of confessing such a petty concern was humiliating. The teasing, the raised eyebrows, Naruto's ridiculous knowing smirk…it was enough to make Sasuke scowl and abandon the thought entirely. He could handle this himself. He would trust her promise. He had to.

His mind shifted sharply from Hinata and Kakashi, forcibly pushing away the jealousy and complicated emotions that threatened to distract him further. This mission wasn’t one he could afford to handle carelessly. It needed his undivided attention and utmost precision.

He could handle Hinata and Kakashi later.

Taking one final, assessing glance around, Sasuke adjusted the strap of his travel pack across his shoulder and resumed his stride, slipping quietly and gracefully into the shadows cast by the softly glowing lanterns, his mind finally centered clearly on the task at hand.

x-x-x-x

One week and three days later…

On the surface, Kakashi appeared as he always did, calm, relaxed, unbothered. His left hand tucked casually in his pocket, right hand comfortably holding the orange-covered Icha Icha volume at the perfect angle to look absorbed, carefree even.

Yet inside, a storm raged unchecked.

Hinata's quiet, uncertain words haunted him.

I'm not sure.

He winced internally at the echo of her soft voice. The hesitant pause. The uncertainty in those eyes he'd grown so fond of. Kakashi knew he'd stepped over a boundary, one he had no business crossing, but even now, days later, he still felt the sting of her uncertainty like a fresh wound.

A week had passed, but the pain hadn't dulled. Instead, it only seemed to deepen. He'd been doing everything possible to fill his days with meaningless distractions—reading, training at odd hours, dragging himself along when Gai insisted upon another challenge. He'd even visited Naruto far more frequently than necessary, offering to help with the never-ending piles of paperwork that accumulated in the Hokage's office.

But nothing truly quieted his restlessness. Every brief moment of quiet inevitably brought thoughts of Hinata. Her gentle smiles, the warm timbre of her laughter, the patient and comforting presence she'd always offered him. Even the pages of his favorite book couldn't drown out those memories.

Kakashi let out a heavy sigh, flicking through the pages with a practiced nonchalance, though he barely read a word. He walked slowly, lost in his own chaotic thoughts, until a clear voice snapped him from his internal storm.

"Kakashi?"

He paused instantly, heart briefly skipping in surprise. He lifted his head, immediately recognizing the smiling woman who'd called his name.

Kahyo stood in front of him, graceful and poised as ever, her pale hair shining beneath the sunlight. Her soft, calm smile brightened her features instantly, and Kakashi was reminded once again how undeniably beautiful she was.

"Kahyo," he greeted, carefully tucking his turmoil away beneath a familiar mask of ease. "Didn't expect to see you back so soon. Something happen?"

"Diplomatic duties," she responded lightly, falling into step beside him. "Apparently, my village values my way with words. Or so they claim."

Kakashi chuckled quietly, genuinely amused. "Your village has excellent taste."

Kahyo laughed, bright and genuine. "Careful, Kakashi. Flattery doesn't suit you."

He smirked slightly beneath his mask, flicking his gaze back to his book. "Just making conversation."

They walked comfortably side by side, their steps easy and unhurried. Kahyo glanced at him softly, eyes gently curious. "If you're free, perhaps you can keep me company before my meeting," she suggested quietly. Then she added, eyes sparkling mischievously,

Kakashi's eye widened subtly in brief surprise, but he found himself considering it. Hinata lingered in the back of his mind, stubbornly refusing to fade. Perhaps, if only briefly, Kahyo's company would serve as a much-needed distraction. Finally, he smiled beneath his mask.

"I suppose I can't say no to that," he replied lightly, tone teasing. Kahyo's smile brightened even further.

As they continued walking, their conversation flowed naturally. Easy, comfortable small talk about her village, recent diplomatic relations, and subtle changes she'd noticed around Konoha. Kakashi listened, finding it surprisingly effortless to relax around her. He watched her carefully as she spoke, quietly taking in her expressive gestures, the delicate tilt of her head when she thought deeply, and the way her eyes always seemed to reflect genuine warmth. It was refreshing, and more importantly, distracting.

Their conversation briefly fell into silence, until Kahyo suddenly tilted her head, curiosity painting her delicate features. "You know, I've been meaning to ask," she began softly, "Is there some tension between you and your former student? Sasuke, was it?"

Kakashi's relaxed demeanor briefly faltered, though he swiftly regained control, raising a curious eyebrow. "What makes you ask that?"

She gave him a gentle, perceptive look. "I noticed during that party. The way you two interacted. Or rather, didn't. There was tension…hidden, but still there. And your kindness towards him seemed forced. Artificial."

Kakashi paused briefly, genuinely startled she’d noticed, though his expression remained unreadable. He forced a casual shrug, his tone calm. "Sasuke's always been difficult, indifferent. It's nothing new. Maybe it's just gotten worse over the years."

It was a lie. He knew it. Sasuke had matured, grown more centered, and had clearly begun to change into someone softer and more genuine with Hinata’s influence. But acknowledging Sasuke would inevitably bring his thoughts back to Hinata, and Kakashi refused to linger there. Not now.

Kahyo hummed thoughtfully, nodding her head gently. "Well, perhaps he simply needs a reminder to respect his elders," she offered playfully.

Kakashi chuckled softly, grateful for the shift in conversation. "Perhaps."

They fell into comfortable chatter once again. Kakashi found himself quietly observing her, noting small details, the amused crinkle at the corners of her eyes when she smiled, the gentle elegance of her movements. Kahyo's presence was undeniably soothing, helping to quiet the storm within him.

Suddenly, Kahyo paused mid-step, her eyes catching sight of someone ahead. "Isn't that Hinata?"

Kakashi felt his pulse suddenly thunder in his ears, chest painfully tight. He didn't even want to turn his head, yet his traitorous gaze followed hers anyway.

Hinata stood a distance ahead, clearly busy, though she froze momentarily upon noticing them. Kakashi saw surprise flicker across her delicate features, a nervous glance darting toward him and Kahyo, and back to him before quickly looking away. Her lips curved gently into a small, polite smile as she offered a brief bow, quickly turning and heading away.

"Let's go say hi," Kahyo suggested cheerfully, already taking a step forward.

Kakashi quickly placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, halting her. "I'm sure she's busy," he said calmly, forcing his voice into casual indifference. "No need to bother her."

Kahyo gave him a curious glance, but thankfully didn't press further. "That's too bad. She seems like a very sweet woman. I'd hoped to speak with her a little more. Next time, perhaps."

Kakashi merely nodded, feeling his chest constrict painfully at her words. It took every ounce of his practiced composure to hide the ache that settled deep inside.

"Next time," he murmured softly, forcing himself to push away thoughts of Hinata’s eyes, the hurt uncertainty lingering in them. Quietly, he lifted his book higher, concealing his troubled expression behind familiar orange pages.

They continued on their path, Kahyo pleasantly filling the silence, yet Kakashi could feel his mind drifting further and further away. No matter how hard he tried, Hinata's image lingered stubbornly, quiet, gentle, and achingly distant.

x-x-x-x

Hinata moved through the lively streets of Konoha, footsteps gentle against the worn cobblestone path. Around her, the soft hum of villagers’ conversations swirled, children laughing somewhere distant, merchants cheerfully calling out their goods, but she remained lost in a quiet daze.

Her eyes drifted downward, unfocused, dark lashes shadowing her gaze. The image of Kakashi standing alongside Kahyo replayed vividly in her mind, the way his posture had seemed relaxed near the other woman, the carefree smile hidden behind his mask as Kahyo spoke animatedly. She noticed them before he noticed her. Hinata’s fingers curled gently into her palms, her heartbeat fluttering oddly. She stopped walking, just for a moment, drawing in a careful, slow breath. She needed to stop thinking about that man.

Before she could continue, a sudden rush of air stirred the fine strands of her hair, accompanied by the smooth rustle of feathers. Instinctively, Hinata lifted her gaze, lips parting slightly as the messenger hawk glided gracefully towards her, sunlight gleaming off its sleek feathers. She carefully raised her arm, allowing the bird to settle comfortably, its talons gentle but firm against her sleeve.

“Hello,” she murmured softly, eyes softening as she gently stroked the hawk’s silken feathers. Spotting the neatly tied blue ribbon, her fingers worked quickly but carefully to free the small folded paper. Immediately, the hawk’s powerful wings unfolded, gracefully launching itself back into the vast blue sky.

Curious, Hinata unfolded the small note, her breath hitching faintly as she recognized Sasuke’s familiar, precise handwriting.

Hinata,

I've reached the village and made contact with my informant. Progress has been steady, but there’s still work left to be done. It’ll likely take another week or two before my return.

Her eyes moved gently along the neatly inked words, lips curling softly into a quiet smile as she imagined Sasuke’s careful focus while writing. Calm, straightforward, so very much like him. Her thumb brushed lightly across the parchment, pausing as the clean lines suddenly grew uneven, slightly smudged, hastily written as if an afterthought had struck him mid-sentence:

I find myself looking forward to coming home. To you.

Hinata’s lips parted silently, dark eyes widening. Warmth flooded swiftly across her cheeks, the sensation radiating slowly downward until it filled her chest with a gentle, tremulous heat. Her pulse quickened as the words echoed silently in her mind.

"…to you." She whispered, rereading it.

A quiet breath escaped her softly parted lips, a shy, flustered smile blossoming slowly on her face. Her fingers tightened around the note gently, protectively, as though holding something delicate and infinitely precious. She imagined, for a moment, Sasuke sitting hunched over at a table, hair softly falling over his lowered eyes, perhaps a faint warmth coloring his usually composed features as he hurriedly scribbled down those unexpected words.

Her heart fluttered a bit faster. The quiet, embarrassed way he might’ve glanced around after writing such a thing, brows furrowing faintly, was almost too easy for her to picture. A small giggle escaped her lips before she could stop it, soft and surprised, gently rising into the mild spring air.

Folding the note again with utmost care, Hinata brought it gently to her chest, holding it close.

x-x-x-x

Hinata stepped into the quiet entryway, sliding off her shoes slowly. She sighed softly, still lost in thoughts of Sasuke as she neatly placed her shoes aside. The gentle rays of twilight streamed softly through the curtains, casting warm, golden shadows across the empty house.

As she moved quietly into the kitchen, her thoughts lingered on Sasuke's note. His words replaying softly in her mind. She moved about the kitchen automatically, gathering vegetables and ingredients, fingers working gently and precisely. Hinata couldn't help but wonder if Sasuke had eaten properly today. She hoped he’d remembered to slow down, even just a little bit, and take care of himself.

Hinata lifted her eyes toward the window, the sun dipping low into the horizon, spreading vivid strokes of orange, lavender, and gold across the deepening sky. Her lips curled into a small, gentle smile at the thought of Sasuke's habit of interrupting her favorite romance films with pointed questions or quiet teasing remarks.

At the time, she'd feel annoyed and a little flustered, the mood of the scene shattered as she scolded him playfully. Now, in the silence of the kitchen, remembering his teasing voice and faint, rare chuckles made her laugh quietly, warmth spreading slowly through her chest.

The house felt strangely lonely in his absence, too quiet without Sasuke's steady, calm presence. Hinata realized she missed his company. The reassuring way he filled a space. Lee often stopped by to check on her and invited her to train, though the mere thought of his intense sessions made her already tired body ache in gentle protest. She'd politely decline, instead inviting him inside for tea and quiet conversation.

Hinata had just begun adding seasoning to the soup, when a sudden, insistent knocking echoed sharply through the quiet house. She startled slightly, eyes immediately flickering toward the front door. Anxiety fluttered briefly in her chest. What if it was Kakashi? She tensed quietly, her fingers pausing mid-motion. Kakashi was probably off somewhere with Kahyo, she reminded herself, heart twisting faintly. It wouldn’t be him.

The knocking persisted, becoming more insistent. “Coming!” she called softly, stepping quickly toward the door. She tugged it open cautiously, heart hammering softly in her chest.

She blinked in surprise, worry melting instantly into relief and delight as she recognized the familiar buns atop her friend's smiling face.

"Tenten!" Hinata greeted warmly, stepping aside with an inviting smile. "Please, come in."

Tenten's eyes sparkled happily as she quickly slipped off her shoes, following Hinata further inside.

"Lee caught a bug that's been going around," Tenten said lightly, trailing behind Hinata into the kitchen. "He practically begged me to check up on you."

Hinata smiled softly, shaking her head slightly as she turned back to the stove. Tenten chuckled lightly, sliding into a chair at the kitchen table.

"You know," she mused warmly, voice bright with gentle amusement, "Lee really has taken Neji's old spot in worrying about you."

Hinata felt warmth gently color her cheeks, turning around to smile bashfully. "Lee-kun really does have a kind heart," she admitted softly, "I'm grateful for him and for you, too, Tenten."

Tenten smiled, her eyes warm and thoughtful as she glanced toward the stove. "It smells really good. What are you making?"

"I'm just making a simple soup and some rice," Hinata explained shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Would you like to stay for dinner? I can easily make a bit more."

Tenten immediately nodded, enthusiasm evident. "I'd love that, Hinata."

The two women smiled quietly, the gentle warmth of friendship settling softly around them as Hinata continued cooking. She carefully stirred the simmering soup, eyes gentle as she glanced over at her friend. "How have you been lately?"

Tenten fidgeted quietly, fingers twisting softly in her lap. She cleared her throat hesitantly, her usually confident eyes lowering with sudden shyness. "Actually…there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

Hinata's heart clenched in concern at the sudden change in Tenten's demeanor, worry flickering quietly across her features. "Is everything alright?"

A soft blush colored Tenten's cheeks, eyes nervously darting away. "Lee and I have recently started dating," she finally confessed, voice shy yet excited. "I wanted you to be the first person I told."

Hinata's worry melted instantly into joyful surprise, warmth and happiness filling her smile. "Really? That's wonderful news!"

Her eyes glowing softly with quiet excitement. "When did this happen? I had no idea that you two…well…had feelings for each other."

Tenten laughed lightly, blush deepening. "Honestly, neither did we," she admitted shyly, eyes soft with genuine affection. "It just happened naturally, after spending so much time together. One day, it just felt right."

Hinata nodded softly, gently squeezing Tenten’s shoulder with reassuring warmth. "I'm truly happy for you both," she murmured sincerely. "You deserve this happiness."

Tenten smiled softly in gratitude, expression warm and relieved. Then her gaze turned curious, head tilting slightly as she asked, "What about you, Hinata? How have you been doing since Sasuke left?"

Hinata’s smile softened quietly, eyes lowering briefly before turning back to the stove. "I've been doing well," she admitted gently. "Just staying busy with work and seeing friends."

Tenten hummed thoughtfully, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You know, I was really surprised by Sasuke's sudden change," she confessed openly. "At first, I thought it was just an act, or maybe temporary, but lately…I can see it's genuine. It's nice seeing you two get along so well. It feels like he’s a completely different person now."

Hinata felt gentle warmth bloom softly in her chest at Tenten’s sincere observation. She smiled quietly, eyes focused on stirring the pot. "He’s changed a lot," she murmured softly, thoughtfully. "He’s kinder, gentler than before. He can be surprisingly thoughtful, actually."

Tenten’s soft chuckle filled the kitchen gently. "Well, whatever happened, I’m glad for it," she admitted warmly. "You look happier lately, Hinata. Both of you do."

Hinata smiled softly agains "Thank you, Tenten."

“So, Hinata,” Tenten started slowly, resting her chin in her palm as she watched her friend closely. Her eyes twinkled with friendly curiosity, a teasing smile spreading slowly across her lips. “What kind of thoughtful things does Sasuke do exactly? If you don’t mind sharing, of course.”

Hinata felt warmth quickly spread across her cheeks, tinting them a deeper shade of pink. She ducked her head slightly, shyly brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. I-I don’t mind sharing at all,” she murmured softly, voice barely above a gentle whisper.

Tenten leaned forward eagerly, eyes brightening with genuine interest. “You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable, but I’ve never imagined Sasuke Uchiha as thoughtful. Quiet, yes. Stoic, obviously. But thoughtful?” She chuckled softly, shaking her head slightly. “I’m honestly very curious.”

Hinata smiled gently, her gaze softening with gentle warmth as she lowered the heat on the stove, the soup now quietly simmering. She turned around fully, leaning slightly against the countertop as memories floated warmly to mind.

“Well…” she began shyly, eyes softening further as she carefully chose her words. “He…he makes sure I eat. Sometimes when I’m busy, I'll forget meals, and he'll quietly make something simple for me, even though cooking isn't really his strong suit.”

Tenten’s eyes widened slightly, brows lifting in mild surprise. “Wait, Sasuke cooks for you?”

Hinata laughed softly, shyly covering her mouth with one hand. “Once, he made onigiri…but he filled it with tomato paste instead of umeboshi. It was…an acquired taste, but—” Her voice softened further, smile turning tender. “It’s one of his favorite foods to eat. I thought it was sweet of him.”

Tenten giggled quietly, gently shaking her head in disbelief. “Tomato paste onigiri. That definitely sounds like something weird Sasuke would be into.” Her smile gentled, her expression tender as she tilted her head softly. “He sounds surprisingly sweet, Hinata. I would never have imagined he could be like that.”

Hinata smiled again, eyes gentle and thoughtful. “Honestly, neither did I. And then, sometimes when I'm reading or watching movies, he’ll tease me. He’ll act as if he dislikes my choice, but he'll sit there with me anyway, even if it's something he obviously has no interest in. He pretends to be annoyed…but he's always there beside me, asking questions or making small comments.”

Tenten laughed again softly, leaning back comfortably in her chair. “I honestly can’t picture Sasuke sitting through a romance movie.”

Hinata chuckled softly, feeling slightly embarrassed but content in sharing these small, intimate details. “At first, neither could I. He constantly teases me about them. But the fact he even stays and tries to understand, well, it means a lot.”

Tenten hummed thoughtfully, eyes gentle and sincere as she studied Hinata’s softly flushed face. “You know, Hinata, it almost sounds like he really cares for you.”

Hinata glanced up quickly, her cheeks immediately warming further. Her heartbeat quickened slightly at Tenten’s straightforward words. She shifted shyly, eyes lowering again as she turned back toward the stove.

“You really think so?” Hinata asked softly, voice almost uncertain, quietly hopeful.

Tenten smiled reassuringly, voice warm and gentle. “I think he shows it in his own way. Those little things you just mentioned, they speak volumes, even more than actual words.”

Hinata considered Tenten’s words quietly, stirring the soup again gently as her heart fluttered softly in her chest. Perhaps Tenten was right. Perhaps these simple gestures, though small and easily overlooked, held more meaning than she’d realized.

She smiled softly to herself, warmth quietly blossoming deep within her chest.

“Yes,” Hinata murmured softly, voice tender. “I suppose they do.”

x-x-x-x

Kakashi's pace was unhurried, hand still curled loosely around the orange book he hadn't opened in the last hour. Normally, he'd find its worn pages an easy escape, a distraction that would shield him from troubling thoughts. Today, though, the familiar comfort of those pages offered him no solace. The weight in his chest felt heavy, unshakable, as he replayed the day’s events again and again.

Hinata’s face appeared in his thoughts without permission. He saw clearly the startled way her eyes widened earlier when Kahyo had called her name. The faint, reluctant smile she'd offered. It bothered him.

Kahyo’s voice had been a gentle murmur at his side as they walked. She'd carried most of their conversation effortlessly, sharing stories about her village, her diplomatic tasks, and her family back home. Kakashi listened enough to keep up the appearance of attention, adding small responses here and there, offering his typical relaxed hums and mild jokes. But his mind drifted away continually, always finding its way back to Hinata.

As he reached the quiet crossroads near the marketplace, Kahyo stopped walking, forcing Kakashi’s attention fully back to the present. When he looked at her, he noticed immediately the gentle warmth coloring her cheeks, the shy smile softening her already beautiful features. Kakashi’s chest tightened slightly at the sight, instantly recognizing the expression.

She cleared her throat softly, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You know, Kakashi," she began, her voice soft and hopeful, "I'm actually planning to stay in Konoha a few days after my meetings. Sort of like a little vacation, I suppose."

Kakashi watched her carefully, heart uneasy, though his outward expression remained calm and unreadable. He knew exactly where her words were headed.

"I enjoyed today," she continued gently, looking away shyly, clearly trying to gauge his reaction without being obvious. "If you’re not too busy, I’d really like it if we could continue spending some more time together."

The soft sincerity in Kahyo's eyes was something Kakashi genuinely admired. She was honest, uncomplicated, someone who knew exactly what she wanted. For a brief, fleeting moment, he envied that clarity.

His hesitation was subtle, only evident to himself as he chose his words carefully. "Ah, well…if I have time, I wouldn't mind hanging out again." It was vague, open-ended. Yet, it was enough to make her expression immediately brighten.

"Wonderful!" Kahyo breathed happily, relief visible on her face as she smiled widely. Kakashi shifted awkwardly, rubbing at the back of his neck as he looked away, guilt biting at his conscience for giving her even the slightest hope when his own feelings remained such a tangled mess.

He cleared his throat again gently, glancing down the road leading toward his home. "Actually, Kahyo, I think I'll head home for today. I'm feeling pretty tired."

Kahyo nodded quickly, eyes still bright and warm as she waved gently in his direction. "Of course. Rest well, Kakashi. I’ll see you soon then."

"Mm," Kakashi murmured quietly, offering her a weak smile hidden behind his mask. He stood rooted to the spot, watching her retreating figure until she disappeared into the distance.

Only then did he finally turn away, exhaling deeply as he took the opposite route home.

The streets felt strangely quiet, emptier somehow, allowing his own thoughts to fill the silence with unspoken worries and questions.

Kahyo was a wonderful woman. Strong, intelligent, easy to talk to and genuinely kind-hearted. He’d admired her since they first met years ago. Yet, he couldn't help feeling guilty whenever she looked at him with hopeful eyes, sensing clearly that she saw him as more than a simple friend.

He knew logically she could offer him something stable and real, someone who wasn't bound to another by marriage, someone he could openly spend time with without guilt or shame. But despite that clear logic, his heart stubbornly resisted.

Because, whenever he flirted with the idea of moving forward with Kahyo, it was Hinata’s gentle face that returned to haunt him. Hinata’s quiet smiles, her sincere, kind eyes filled with warmth. Her blushes whenever he teased her gently, her graceful movements when she sparred with him, her soft laughter. He stopped himself, jaw tightening as he realized he was doing it again…allowing her to consume his thoughts.

He groaned softly under his breath, frustrated, rubbing roughly at his forehead.

He needed to get a grip. Sasuke had made it clear he intended to finally act as her husband, and Hinata had agreed, stepping away from him to honor her marriage. She was doing the right thing. Kakashi knew he should respect that, despite how deeply it pained him.

But how did you truly let go of feelings you never meant to develop in the first place?

He felt his shoulders slump slightly as his apartment came into view. Kakashi had never been good at facing these kinds of emotions head-on. He preferred keeping things simple and uncomplicated, often turning to jokes and casual nonchalance to deflect deeper feelings.

But this time, his usual methods weren’t working. Kahyo’s hopeful face and Hinata’s troubled, hesitant eyes were both competing vividly within him, a painful struggle he wasn’t used to dealing with. Both women deserved better from him. Yet, he didn’t even know how to begin untangling the complicated knot of feelings that tightened within his chest.

He exhaled tiredly, hand tightening around the orange book. Maybe the next few days would offer clarity. Perhaps if he forced himself to be around Kahyo more, he could distance himself from Hinata. Perhaps he could learn to accept the reality of Hinata’s marriage and find solace with someone who openly wanted him instead.

Kakashi paused at his apartment door, fingertips lightly resting against the wooden surface. But even as he told himself these logical thoughts, deep within his chest he felt the truth: no matter how hard he tried, Hinata wouldn’t fade quietly from his heart.

He opened the door slowly, stepping inside quietly. As he closed the door softly behind him, Kakashi wondered bitterly if his heart would ever truly heal from loving someone who had never truly been his to love.

x-x-x-x

Next day…

Kakashi groaned, consciousness dragging him into wakefulness in the most uncomfortable way possible. His eyes fluttered open, immediately greeted by an unbearable heaviness behind his eyelids. His head felt stuffed with cotton, his throat raw and burning, and every single joint in his body protested painfully when he tried shifting even slightly beneath his covers.

He winced, sinking back onto the pillow with a quiet sigh. He hadn't been this sick in a long time, and it was as miserable as he remembered.

He ran a hand slowly over his face, suddenly recalling how he’d spent most of the night before, tossing, turning, and staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind had stubbornly kept replaying yesterday’s events again and again: Kahyo's shy, smiles, and Hinata's distant, hesitant eyes when their gazes met.

Everything had churned relentlessly inside him. When sleep finally took mercy, he didn’t know. All he knew was that exhaustion had dragged him under at some point, leaving him now aching, feverish, and entirely drained.

With effort, Kakashi turned his head toward the nightstand, eyes squinting against the bright sunlight peeking in through the curtains. When he finally managed to make out the numbers on the clock, his eyebrows shot up. Three in the afternoon? He never slept in that late. He sighed, resigned, pressing his eyes shut against the dull throbbing that began to build behind his temples.

Just as he considered drifting back to sleep, a sudden knock at his door shattered his fragile peace. Each knock echoed painfully through his pounding skull. He groaned, pressing the heel of his palm against his forehead.

When the knocking continued insistently, Kakashi growled in irritation, voice scratchy and low as he called out, “I’m coming. Just give me a minute.”

He forced himself upright, muscles stiff and aching as he swung his legs out from under the covers. His limbs protested every movement, but he managed to drag himself up, snatching a mask hastily off the bedside table, slipping it on out of pure habit before making his slow, staggering way toward the door.

The knocks sounded again, soft but persistent. His jaw tightened beneath the mask. Whoever it was, they were incredibly persistent and increasingly annoying. Reaching the door, he threw it open harshly, eyes narrowed into a glare.

He froze, immediately surprised, meeting the widened eyes of Kahyo. Her slender hand remained awkwardly raised in mid-air as if caught just before knocking again. Her gaze flicked downward quickly, her skin flushing a deep, bright red as her mouth opened slightly in shock.

“K-Kakashi…!” she stammered, clearly startled, her voice trailing off softly.

He blinked in confusion, his irritated mood momentarily fading into confusion. “Kahyo? What are you doing here?”

His voice was rougher than usual, raspier from the soreness of his throat, but his attention quickly shifted back to her increasingly embarrassed expression. Her eyes darted away shyly, nervously tracing downward along his torso, her blush deepening furiously.

Realization crashed over him quickly. His mask was on, yes, but he'd been so distracted he hadn’t even thought to put a shirt on. Standing there, door wide open, bare-chested and disheveled, he felt a wave of embarrassment spread warmly over his own cheeks beneath the mask.

“Ah…” He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, suddenly hyper-aware of his exposed skin. “Sorry about this. I just woke up.”

Kahyo nodded quickly, visibly flustered, eyes firmly fixed to the floor now as she tried to compose herself. “O-oh! Um...right. Sorry to disturb you, Kakashi. I—” she hesitated, voice trailing softly, shyly. “I was actually wondering if you’d like to accompany me today. There's a little café I found nearby, with a small bookstore inside. I thought you'd enjoy it.”

Her words were sweet, thoughtful, and for a brief moment, Kakashi's chest felt a familiar warmth at the idea. But the dull throbbing in his head, the burning pain in his throat, and sheer heaviness of his limbs quickly reminded him that he was in no condition to accept such an invitation.

Forcing a small, tired smile behind the mask, he shook his head weakly. “Ah, that sounds lovely, Kahyo, really. But today, I don’t think I’m up to it. I'm not feeling well.”

Concern flickered immediately in her gentle eyes. She leaned in slightly, voice softening with worry. “You’re sick? Do you need anything? Tea? Medicine?”

He quickly raised a tired hand, shaking his head slightly. “No, no, thank you. I just need rest.” Suddenly acutely aware of his current state, embarrassment crept into his tone as he stepped back slightly, hand reaching slowly to begin closing the door. “Thank you for coming by, though. Sorry to cut it short, but I really should get back into bed…everything hurts.”

Kahyo offered him a soft, understanding smile, cheeks still faintly pink but eyes gentle and warm with care. “Of course. Please get plenty of rest. Feel better soon, Kakashi.”

He nodded softly, feeling relief wash over him when the door finally clicked shut. His limbs felt impossibly heavy, knees threatening to buckle beneath him as he slowly staggered back toward the comforting darkness of his bedroom.

Kakashi barely managed to collapse onto his bed, sinking deeply into the cool sheets and pillows with a relieved sigh. He peeled off his mask, letting it drop carelessly onto the nightstand, exhaustion wrapping him like a heavy blanket.

He closed his eyes, letting the aching pain in his muscles wash over him. The physical discomfort, although miserable, at least served to momentarily drown out the aching confusion in his heart. For now, at least, he allowed himself to surrender fully into the darkness of sleep, hoping that rest would offer temporary relief from the tangled mess his emotions had become.

x-x-x-x

Three days later…

Hinata stared quietly at the book Kakashi had lent her. Her fingers brushed gently over its worn cover, the pages slightly curled from being thumbed through many times. She knew she needed to return it, and soon, but without breaking the promise she had made to Sasuke.

She glanced at the small clock hanging on the wall. Around this time, Kakashi would usually sit in the little park nearby, peacefully absorbed in one of his books. If she hurried, she could place this by his door and disappear before he ever returned.

Quickly, she picked up the book and tucked it carefully under her arm, slipping quietly out the door. Hinata navigated carefully through the winding streets of Konoha, deliberately avoiding the familiar routes Kakashi often favored just to be on the safe side. Her heart fluttered nervously, eyes scanning every street corner, fearful he might appear any moment.

When she reached his apartment building, she carefully made her way up the stairs, the old wood softly creaking beneath her feet. As she approached his apartment, she paused, her eyes widening slowly as she noticed the door ajar, a faint sliver of darkness visible inside.

Her pulse quickened. Was someone inside? Burglars, perhaps? Quietly, she activated her Byakugan, carefully slipping through the crack in the door. She took a silent breath, her gaze sweeping slowly through the rooms.

Nothing seemed out of place, no unusual chakra signatures, except—

Her breath caught softly when she turned her head to the left, noticing a single source of chakra emanating from Kakashi's bedroom. It felt…off. The chakra flickered unevenly, subdued yet feverish, like the flickering flame of a candle about to burn out.

Hinata quickly deactivated her Byakugan, her heart settling into quiet concern. Carefully, peeking hesitantly towards Kakashi’s bed. Kakashi lay sprawled across his bed, silver hair matted damply to his forehead, the covers tangled haphazardly around his legs. His breathing was shallow and rapid, chest rising and falling heavily with every labored breath.

Worry tightening her chest, Hinata stepped quickly to his side, gently placing her hand to his forehead. His skin burned fiercely beneath her touch, slick with sweat. A fever, and a bad one at that.

She immediately went to his kitchen, pulling a bowl from the cabinet and filling it swiftly with cold water and ice from the fridge. In the back of her mind, she knew she shouldn’t be here at all, that it was a dangerous risk, but the thought of leaving Kakashi in such a state frightened her deeply. Yet, the thought of fetching help terrified her more, knowing exactly how the questions would sound.

Shaking off the thought, Hinata carefully wrung out the cloth, walking back to Kakashi’s bedside and gently placing it on his burning forehead. The cool cloth made him stir, his eyes slowly flickering open, unfocused and fever-bright.

"Hinata…?" His voice was rough, thick with confusion, "Am I dreaming?"

"No, Kakashi," she murmured softly, avoiding his gaze. "You’re sick."

He didn’t respond, but she could feel his hazy eyes trained on her. Unable to bear his gaze, Hinata stood hastily. "I-I’ll make you some soup," she stammered.

"I'm not hungry," Kakashi muttered hoarsely, trying weakly to protest.

"You need to eat something to get better," she replied gently, ignoring him as she moved toward his kitchen. “You get focus on resting.”

She worked quickly and carefully, trying her hardest not to think about the promise she'd made to Sasuke. Her chest felt tight and conflicted. Kakashi needed help, he was sick, this wasn't her fault, she reasoned to herself, but guilt lingered stubbornly, heavy and suffocating.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts she didn’t immediately notice Kakashi shuffling slowly into the kitchen behind her, until the sound of cabinets opening made her jump slightly. Turning swiftly, Hinata saw him swaying unsteadily, reaching clumsily for a glass.

"What are you doing?" she scolded softly, moving toward him quickly. "You should be resting."

"I’m thirsty," Kakashi rasped stubbornly, ignoring her attempts to guide him back.

With a sigh, Hinata let him be, turning back to the simmering pot and stirring quietly. She sensed him moving closer, struggling to stay upright as he braced himself against the counter beside her. She didn’t turn, keeping her eyes focused intently on the soup.

"You can barely stand, Kakashi," she whispered, concern obvious in her tone.

He remained silent, drawing her eyes toward him. She froze under the intensity of his gaze. His dark eyes, though tired, burned into hers, raw, open, vulnerable in a way she'd rarely seen. She turned away quickly when the soup started boiling, her heart hammering in her chest.

She saw him begin to reach out toward her from the corner of her eye, but then his hand faltered and pulled back, retreating quietly back toward the bedroom instead. Hinata exhaled shakily, her heartbeat loud in her ears.

When she finished, she poured the soup into a bowl and carried it carefully to his bedside. Placing it gently on the nightstand, she pulled out a small tray, setting it carefully on Kakashi’s lap.

"Thank you," he muttered quietly, voice heavy with fatigue. He began eating slowly, eyes lowered to the soup.

She watched him for a bit. He wasn’t breathing as heavy anymore, nor was his skin as flushed. The cold compress was helping. Deciding it was best to make her exit, she cleared her throat. "I should probably go now," she murmured softly, relief loosening the tightness in her chest slightly.

Just as she began to turn away, his hand reached out swiftly, capturing her wrist. She froze, eyes widening in surprise as she slowly turned to face him.

His head was lowered, silver strands shielding his expression from her view. "Kakashi, I-I really shouldn't be here."

"Then why are you here?" he murmured quietly, fingers tightening ever-so-slightly around her wrist, voice painfully gentle.

Hinata swallowed nervously, "I was dropping off your books, but then I…I saw that you were sick. I couldn't just leave you like that."

His grip loosened slightly, silence falling between them. Then suddenly, without a word, Kakashi moved the tray aside with his right hand, his other still holding her wrist, tugging her gently forward. Hinata gasped softly as she stumbled toward him, their faces mere inches apart. Her heart thundered wildly in her chest, unable to speak as his eyes traced slowly over her face, settling heavily on her lips.

Fear surged, and she quickly pulled back, but Kakashi’s forehead fell heavily against her shoulder instead, his voice a soft, trembling whisper against her skin.

"Hinata…you have no idea how many times wish I could kiss those lips. So badly." His voice sounded feverish, strained. "But I know I can’t."

She lifted her free shaking hand to his shoulder, gently attempting to push him away, but he wouldn't budge.

"I've never fallen for someone before," he admitted softly, raw vulnerability coloring every quiet word. "And when I finally do, it had to be a married woman." His voice thickened painfully. "I like you far more than I should. I don't want to cause you trouble…but I know that's exactly what I'm doing."

He lifted his head slowly, eyes full of aching conflict. "My heart keeps acting on emotion. But my logic knows it's wrong."

Kakashi finally released her, pulling away slowly, gaze shifting aside painfully. "I wish things were different," he admitted softly.

Hinata stared at him silently, her chest tightening painfully. She saw the quiet anguish etched deeply into his features, the helpless torment that burned in his dark eyes. Her heart ached at his pain, yet she stood frozen, unsure what she could possibly say in return. Hinata remained frozen where she stood, fingers still curled slightly against Kakashi’s shoulder. The weight of his words hung between them, thick and quiet, and she could still feel the heat of his breath where it had touched the hollow of her neck.

Kakashi let out a low breath and pulled back further, dragging a hand down his face in frustration.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, his voice scratchy and quieter than before. “I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m not in my right mind.”

Hinata’s gaze flickered to him, heart still pounding unsteadily. He wasn’t meeting her eyes now. His head was slightly bowed, and the color in his cheeks hadn't faded, whether from the fever or embarrassment, she couldn’t tell. Maybe both.

She inhaled softly, steadying her breath. “I-I should store the rest of the soup,” she said gently, retreating a step toward the kitchen, giving them both a little room to breathe.

The words felt stiff on her tongue, but they offered a necessary escape. A reprieve from the rawness between them.

Kakashi nodded slowly, without looking up. “Yeah…okay.”

She could still feel the tension in the air as she turned back to the kitchen.

x-x-x-x

Sasuke could feel his pulse quickening the closer he got to the familiar road leading home. Konoha stretched out around him, vibrant and bustling beneath the afternoon sun, yet his attention zeroed in on one singular thought:

Hinata.

His chest fluttered oddly at the thought of her waiting behind that front door. It was ridiculous. Irrational, even. He wasn't some foolish teenager waiting nervously for his crush. But something about being away from her for this long had gnawed at his patience, turning days into something painfully slow. Finishing his mission early was a blessing he hadn’t counted on, but he welcomed it. Welcomed the anticipation growing inside his chest, no matter how foreign and slightly uncomfortable it felt.

Finally reaching the house, he paused briefly, staring at the familiar wooden door. His hand tightened around the strap of his traveling pack as he stepped forward, opening it quietly.

“I’m home,” he called, voice carefully even despite his heart thumping erratically against his ribs.

Silence answered him.

His eyes flicked downward, taking note of the conspicuous emptiness where Hinata’s shoes usually rested. He clenched his jaw tightly, irritation bubbling at the edges of his consciousness, bringing with it a feeling he despised—anxiety.

“Hinata?” he called louder, voice sharpening as the silence stretched. Still no answer. A sharp, sour thought surfaced instantly in his mind:

Kakashi.

Anger surged hotly through his veins as he turned swiftly, not even bothering to set his pack down. The thought of her breaking her promise, of them both openly disrespecting him, infuriated him. And even worse, beneath the anger, a heavy disappointment clawed at him, one he desperately refused to acknowledge.

Each step toward Kakashi’s home sharpened his irritation, the heat of his emotions tightening like an iron grip. He’d warned her. He'd trusted her. And if she betrayed that trust, he didn't know if he could handle that sting, not after he'd finally allowed himself to lower his walls.

When he reached Kakashi's door, he pounded against it sharply, jaw set firmly.

After a moment, the door swung open slowly, revealing Kakashi leaning heavily against the doorway, dressed in a rumpled blue sleeveless shirt and a white mask. He looked exhausted, disheveled. Pale.

“You look like shit,” Sasuke remarked coolly, his narrowed gaze sweeping over him critically.

Kakashi let out a weary chuckle behind his mask. “Well, hello to you too, Sasuke—”

But Kakashi’s voice fell silent abruptly as a softer voice floated from behind him coming from out Kakashi’s bathroom.

“Kakashi, I’m going to head back home now. I put away the—”

Sasuke's gaze shot past Kakashi, locking onto Hinata. Her sentence died on her lips as she halted in mid-step, eyes widening when she saw him.

He felt his irritation surge hotly, anger swelling dangerously in his chest, but the moment he saw her face, the sheer brightness in her eyes, the genuine, soft joy illuminating her features, the fire cooled slightly. She looked at him as if he were exactly who she wanted to see most in the world. Her soft lavender eyes held no trace of deception, only sincere surprise and unmistakable happiness.

“Sasuke-kun,” she breathed softly, a smile spreading across her face, instantly causing his anger to falter. “Welcome home.”

He glanced sideways at Kakashi, noticing the older man quickly turning his narrowed gaze away, mouth tightening beneath his mask.

Interesting.

But before Sasuke could speak, Hinata stepped closer, gaze suddenly clouded with guilt. Her smile faded as quickly as it had appeared, and her words rushed out in a nervous stream:

“I know I broke the promise. I came here because Kakashi lent me a book, and I was just going to leave it by his door, but the door was open, and I was worried something happened. I saw he was sick, and I couldn’t just leave him—”

Her words stopped abruptly, as if suddenly realizing how quickly she was rambling. Sasuke’s expression hardened once more, quickly masking his confused emotions behind a dark glare. He wasn’t ready to forgive this. Not yet.

“We're going home,” he ordered sharply, voice leaving no room for debate. “Now.”

Hinata didn’t protest, though her gaze softened as she glanced worriedly toward Kakashi. “Please rest well, Kakashi. Take care of yourself.”

Kakashi smiled weakly behind his mask, but said nothing, refusing to meet Sasuke's gaze.

Sasuke tilted his chin toward the stairs. “Wait downstairs for me.”

She hesitated briefly, eyes questioning. But one look at his hardened frown made her flinch back slightly, nodding obediently before swiftly retreating.

Good. He wanted her guilt. Needed her to understand the depth of his disappointment. Even though, admittedly, the happiness she showed at seeing him back had thrown him off-balance more than he liked.

When Hinata’s footsteps disappeared, Sasuke fixed Kakashi with a piercing stare, mouth opening to speak, but Kakashi cut him off quickly.

“Save it,” Kakashi murmured wearily, lifting his eyes to meet Sasuke’s unflinching glare. “I know exactly what you're going to say. I got the message loud and clear already.” He paused, sighing. “I’ll stay away from Hinata, keep my distance. For a while, anyway. But don’t think for a second I’ll abandon our friendship. It’s important to me.”

His tired gaze hardened, eyes darkening with a promise. “But let me make this clear, Sasuke. If you ever hurt her again, if you cause her even the slightest hint of sadness. I promise you won’t walk away unscathed. She deserves far better than the hell you put her through before. Don’t test me, Sasuke. Not again.”

A long silence fell between them. Sasuke stared steadily back, eyes narrowing dangerously as his lips twisted into a slow, confident smirk.

“That won’t happen,” he assured Kakashi coldly. “I have no intentions of losing Hinata to someone like you.”

Kakashi’s eyes widened in stunned shock, but Sasuke had already turned, calmly walking away as if the conversation held no further interest.

“So you were jealous after all,” Kakashi said quietly from behind him, voice carrying in the hallway.

Sasuke didn’t respond. He simply kept walking, his jaw tightening, heart pounding roughly in his chest, as Kakashi’s quiet warning echoed behind him.

“Remember what I said, Sasuke.”

Sasuke heard every word, even as he ignored them.

When he finally reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw Hinata waiting for him nervously. He brushed past her without acknowledging her gaze. Frustration was coiling tightly in his chest, sharpening with every silent step home.

x-x-x-

The moment they entered their house and the door shut firmly behind them, Sasuke turned abruptly toward her, voice edged with irritation.

“Why did you break your promise?”

She flinched slightly, lowering her gaze guiltily. “I already told you. It was the honest truth—”

“That’s not good enough,” Sasuke cut in sharply. “Why even go there in the first place? Do you love Kakashi that much that you couldn’t keep a simple promise while I was away? You lied straight to my face.”

Hinata’s expression shifted, a flicker of hurt and anger shining through. “I didn’t lie! And I don’t love Kakashi!”

Sasuke stepped closer, feeling his control slipping. “Then why? Tell me exactly why you had to go see him.”

Hinata’s face flushed as frustration filled her soft features, her normally gentle voice trembling with quiet anger. Watching her like this, defiant, hurt, only ignited his frustration even more.

“Tell me the truth, Hinata. I need to hear it from your own mouth.”

Sasuke stared at Hinata, jaw clenched tight, frustration burning hot beneath his skin. Her answer, the same damned explanation she'd given already, hung in the air, infuriatingly insufficient. He sucked his teeth sharply, irritation buzzing through his veins.

“Whatever,” he snapped bitterly, roughly kicking off his shoes, each one hitting the floor with a harsh thud. He brushed past her deliberately, their shoulders colliding slightly. The quiet gasp she released tugged at something complicated in his chest, but he ignored it, pushing forward.

“Sasuke-kun, wait,” Hinata called softly, her voice trembling, still apologetic. “I’m sorry.”

He turned sharply, rage boiling over once again as he faced her. “It's not good enough!” he yelled, the sound raw, unfamiliar even to himself.

The words echoed painfully, heavy in the silence that followed.

Sasuke drew a shaky breath, heart hammering. “I feel so goddamn stupid right now,” he muttered bitterly, voice strained with emotion. Betrayal coiled sharply in his chest, suffocating and overwhelming. It wasn't a feeling he was accustomed to. It wasn't something he allowed himself to feel. But seeing her standing before him, guilt pooling in those remorseful eyes, it stung more than he cared to admit. He felt foolishly vulnerable, exposed in ways he despised.

He wasn't sure if he was angrier at Hinata for breaking her promise or for staring at him like that, like she still somehow deserved his forgiveness, even after stepping over the line he had firmly drawn. It burned. Worse, it ached.

Hinata bit her lip, the delicate skin trembling beneath her teeth as tears glistened on her lashes, quietly sliding down flushed cheeks.

Sasuke scoffed sharply, cruelly ignoring the tug at his chest at seeing her tears. “Crying won’t work on me, Hinata.”

She looked up at him defiantly, watery eyes sparking faintly with stubborn pride, “I'm not even crying!”

But the tears betrayed her, slipping down freely. Tears of guilt, of regret. It softened and enraged him all at once.

Growling under his breath, he stepped forward, forcing her backward until she was pressed firmly against the wall, nowhere to retreat. His anger pulsed like lightning beneath his skin as he glared down at her, breathing heavily as he searched her wide eyes. He pressed closer, making sure she felt the heat of his frustration rolling off him in waves.

“You’re my wife,” he ground out through clenched teeth, each word vibrating with intensity, heavy with hidden possessiveness. “Not Kakashi’s. Do you understand that, Hinata?”

She nodded wordlessly, breath trembling as her eyes stayed locked on his face.

He leaned closer, voice thick with accusation. “I wanted to come home to you welcoming me, in our home. But instead, I had to hear those words from you inside another man’s place.”

Hinata turned her head away sharply, shame flickering across her flushed features. He growled softly in frustration, reaching up to grasp her face firmly, the smooth curve of her chin cradled tightly in his palm.

“Look me in the eyes,” he demanded, voice dangerously low.

She hesitated, a flash of nervousness flickering across her expression, but finally she obeyed, lifting her gaze to meet his. Those soft, glistening eyes stared openly into his own, wary and uncertain.

He desperately wanted to ask if Kakashi had done something worth permanently crippling him, but just imagining an answer, a possibility that would send his fury blazing out of control, made him grind his teeth. Instead, he drew even closer, eyes narrowing sharply.

“You know,” he murmured, voice dropping even lower, rough and taut with tension, “I thought about you, a lot, while I was gone.” He swallowed hard, struggling to keep his anger and emotions in check. “Not once did I even allow my thoughts to stray to Sakura with the way I've been thinking of you lately. Do you understand what I’m saying? Do you have any idea how much it pisses me off, knowing that while I was thinking of you, your thoughts were fixed on another man?”

Hinata’s eyes widened, startled and filled with earnest sincerity as she shook her head fiercely. “That's not true! I-I was thinking about you too! I was so happy when you wrote to me—.”

He flinched slightly, those sincere words piercing straight through his anger. But stubbornly, he shook his head, clinging onto his frustration. “You say that, but I come home and find you in Kakashi’s apartment, the very man you have a crush on.”

She went silent immediately, mouth snapping shut tightly, unable to deny his accusation. His lip curled bitterly into a cold smirk as he lowered his head closer, thumb pressing gently into her skin.

“What?” he whispered darkly, mockingly. “Cat got your tongue now?”

Hinata didn’t speak, her eyes shining with conflicted emotion. Sasuke leaned even closer, dangerously so, their noses nearly brushing. Her breath hitched softly, her cheeks flaming a deeper scarlet at his close proximity. His own breathing grew heavy, heartbeat quickening in his chest. He whispered lowly, his voice deep with barely restrained intensity, “I'm disappointed in you, Hinata. Right now, it's taking everything in me just to stand here and look at you.”

His voice softened slightly, words edged with bitterness, “I imagine this is the same feeling you felt when you slapped me.” He scoffed quietly, humorlessly. Tilting her chin further up, forcing her to meet his burning gaze, he repeated slowly, possessively, “Listen carefully. You're mine, Hinata. Only mine.” The words came out harshly, almost like they escaped before he could catch them, but he pushed forward stubbornly, frustration and embarrassment mixing awkwardly. "And everything I’ve been doing...every damn effort I’ve made. It’s been for this. For us.”

His voice dropped lower, rougher. “Which means I’m yours, too. All of me. So don’t give me a reason to regret that.”

She trembled slightly beneath his touch, eyes wide, searching his face breathlessly. A charged silence crackled between them, tension building thickly, unbearably.

He lingered there a moment longer, eyes dark, watching the emotions flitting across her face. Finally, he released her chin, but didn’t step away, their bodies still painfully close, their gazes locked stubbornly.

The heated silence held heavy and electric, only breaking when Sasuke finally stepped back, turning his head sharply to the side as he raked a frustrated hand through his dark hair.

“Ironic, isn't it?” he muttered bitterly, more to himself than to her. “I stop seeing Sakura out of respect for you, I was being way too lenient about Kakashi wanting to trust you, and I get this thrown in my face.” His voice dropped low, raw and bitter with self-disgust. “I’m an idiot. I allowed myself to open my heart for the possibility of falling for you. How damn stupid am I?”

Hinata’s breath caught audibly, stunned eyes locked onto him. “S-Sasuke-kun, do…do you really mean that?”

He sighed deeply, the breath leaving his lungs in one long, tired exhale, turning back toward her, eyes heavy. “I don’t say things just to say them, Hinata.”

He watched as her eyebrows furrowed, delicate confusion weaving across her features. She stood silently, as if trying desperately to process the words he’d just let slip.

He turned away slightly, chest heaving with each uneven breath, pulse roaring in his ears. He was angry. No, furious. But beneath all of that anger simmered something else, a hot, achingly potent feeling, something that he didn’t know how to manage. Sasuke’s heart raced violently as he stared at her, wondering desperately how things had gotten so complicated. How Hinata had somehow crawled under his defenses and managed to affect him like no one ever had before.

He wondered, silently, if they’d ever find their way past this moment. If they’d ever regain the tentative trust they'd built.

But even more troubling was the whisper that echoed persistently, deep within his chest.

Even after everything, he would still choose to stay with her.