Quietly, Yours

The shrill screech of his alarm pierced the silence, loud and persistent. Sasuke’s eyes cracked open beneath the weight of morning light already spilling through thin white curtains. He didn’t move at first. His body ached, the kind of ache that settled deep into his bones and pulsed with every heartbeat. Still, the beeping persisted, demanding more than just awareness.

Six a.m.

Sasuke always woke at six. Habit. Training with Kakashi was supposed to begin early, but the old man never showed up until ten, sometimes later, always giving some half-baked excuse. That left him four hours to train on his own, two of which he usually spent sparring with Hinata. Not lately, though. Since she was still in the hospital. She’d be discharged tomorrow, and he already knew she’d be stubborn about taking it easy.

He exhaled through his nose and closed his eyes again, letting stillness stretch for a few moments longer. He could already picture the way she’d wrinkle her brow when she was determined not to listen, pretending her injuries didn’t matter. He snorted to himself and shook his head, a small smile flickering across his face.

Of course, she’d push herself. That was just like her. He’d have to keep an eye on her.

But he couldn't waste time. Not with the curse mark. Not with Itachi still out there.

Eventually, Sasuke pulled himself upright, letting his legs dangle over the edge of the bed. He sat there for a long second, hands resting on his thighs, before dragging himself to his feet and moving across the apartment. The floor was cool beneath his feet, the air inside still tinged with the faint metallic scent of shuriken oil and earth from the night before. He peeled off his shirt, washed up, brushed his teeth, and pulled on his training gear without ceremony.

In the fridge, a neatly wrapped onigiri waited on the top shelf. He grabbed it, shut the door with his elbow, and stepped outside.

Konoha was always quieter in the early hours. The streets were dewy and damp, the chatter of market vendors still distant. Birds flitted low between rooftops. The occasional civilian swept their storefronts, their movements slow, unbothered.

And behind him, footsteps.

Subtle, not loud, but not subtle enough. Sasuke didn’t even have to look. They thought they were being stealthy. They always did.

Three girls. Girls from the academy. They trailed him from a distance, whispering behind their hands, barely containing their giggles. Hinata had once called them his “fanclub.” He didn’t get it. What was there to admire about someone who didn’t even want the attention?

They were predictable. He knew their path. So he turned into an alley without warning and leapt straight onto the rooftop. From there, he perched briefly and peered over the edge. Sure enough, the girls turned the corner, confused, whispering frantically as they spun in place.

“Fools,” he muttered and launched across the tiles toward the training grounds.

By the time he arrived, the clearing was empty. As usual.

He took a slow breath and started to stretch. The ache in his shoulders was sharper today. It pulled when he raised his arms above his head, and his legs felt heavy as he sank into a crouch, loosening each muscle with deliberate focus. A slight pop in his spine reminded him of just how hard he’d been pushing himself.

He needed to. He didn’t have the luxury of rest.

Two nights ago, he’d had the dream again. No, not a dream, a memory. Sharpened, twisted, distorted by his own subconscious. His feet soaked in blood, his father’s cold stare, and Itachi’s voice. That empty, smiling voice. The worst part wasn’t the slaughter, it was how vivid Itachi’s presence still felt. He could feel his brother’s chakra even in sleep. It lingered.

After that dream, he woke up to immediately go train. He punched harder than usual that night. Trained longer. Collapsed sometime around midnight and woke up on the training ground floor.

This morning wasn’t any better.

He struck the dummy hard. Again. And again. Adrenaline buzzed beneath his skin, his heart beating faster than he liked. The seal burned faintly on his neck, like an ember waiting to ignite.

He stopped.

Panting, Sasuke leaned back against a tree and slid down its trunk until he was seated in the dirt. His forearms rested on his bent knees, sweat dripping down the bridge of his nose. He tipped his head back and stared through the canopy, watching the sky shift from gray to gold.

Footsteps approached.

He didn’t bother turning his head. “You’re early,” Sasuke muttered.

Kakashi appeared a second later, flipping his book closed and slipping it into his pouch. “And here I thought you'd be happy to see me.”

Sasuke shot him a look that said otherwise.

Kakashi raised his hand as if in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. I was doing recon on a different route and lost track of time.”

Sasuke didn’t answer.

“But since I’m here,” Kakashi continued, stepping into the clearing, “I think it’s time we step up your training.”

That got his attention. Sasuke stood, brushing dust from his pants. “What do you mean?”

“There’s a technique I’ve been considering teaching you,” Kakashi said, voice thoughtful. “But it’s dangerous. Not something I give to just anyone. And it takes a certain kind of...control.”

Sasuke’s eyes narrowed, interest piqued.

“It’s not just about power,” Kakashi went on. “It’s about timing, accuracy, and the ability to protect yourself in close range. If you use it recklessly, it’ll kill you before your opponent gets the chance.”

Sasuke clenched his fists.

Kakashi studied him for a moment longer before nodding. “We’ll begin today. If you learn it fast enough, you might be able to use it in the exams.”

The Chunin Exams. One month away.

Sasuke didn’t plan to be the same by then. Not physically. Not mentally. He’d already decided that the next time he faced an enemy like Orochimaru or anyone who stood between him and his vengeance, he wouldn’t hesitate. He wouldn’t freeze. He would be strong enough.

Kakashi’s voice cut through his thoughts. “You ready?”

Sasuke looked him dead in the eye.

“I’m always ready.”

X X X X X X X X X X X X

Hours later…

Hinata stepped carefully along the courtyard path, the breeze gentle against her pale hospital gown. It rustled softly around her, a whispering comfort in the quiet afternoon. Her slippers padded against the stone walkway, muffling each hesitant step. Beside her, Kurenai walked at an easy pace, hands loosely clasped behind her back. The quiet between them was calm, almost serene, yet Hinata’s heart held unease, a delicate, fragile uncertainty she wasn’t sure how to voice.

She stole quick glances at Kurenai, admiring the way the morning sunlight caught in her sensei’s dark hair. Kurenai’s presence had been unwavering since she’d woken up, always steady, always kind. But beneath the comfort of her teacher’s quiet strength lingered a sharp absence. Her father’s visit never came. Hinata’s stomach twisted slightly at the thought. She wanted to ask about him, to know if he’d even come to check on her condition, but the words tangled in her throat each time she tried to speak. Even yesterday, when Sasuke sat by her bedside, concern hidden in his stoic face, she'd been too frightened to ask him, too.

"Hinata," Kurenai’s voice gently broke through her thoughts, soft as morning mist. "Are you feeling alright? Do you need to rest?"

Hinata shook her head slightly, offering a reassuring smile. "No, I'm alright, Kurenai-sensei. It's...it's nice to be outside again."

Kurenai returned the smile warmly, affection brightening her crimson eyes. "Fresh air does wonders, doesn’t it?"

Hinata hummed quietly in agreement, her fingers anxiously playing with the edge of her sleeve. She swallowed carefully, then finally found the courage to speak.

"I-I've been thinking," Hinata murmured softly, her eyes fixed on the stone path ahead. "About the match with Neji-nii-san."

Kurenai glanced down at her. "What have you been thinking?"

Hinata’s fingers twisted tighter into the thin fabric of her gown. "I-I failed. I embarrassed myself in front of everyone. Especially…" Her voice faded, embarrassment coloring her cheeks a faint, shamed pink. Naruto's enthusiastic cheers still echoed in her memory, making the loss feel sharper, more painful.

Kurenai stopped, turning fully toward Hinata, her expression serious but gentle. She placed a comforting hand lightly on Hinata’s shoulder. "You didn't fail, Hinata. You showed incredible strength and courage. That’s something to be proud of."

Hinata shook her head softly, eyes growing misty as she looked up at Kurenai. "But…I lost so quickly. I felt weak. Neji-nii-san…he didn't even look tired."

Kurenai's eyes softened further, filled with understanding. "Neji is strong, yes, but strength isn't measured only by victory. You stood your ground even when it seemed impossible. That bravery matters more than you realize."

Hinata's chest tightened slightly at her sensei's encouragement, a delicate warmth spreading through her. "I-I want to train harder," she admitted quietly, voice tinged with quiet resolve. "I need to become stronger…strong enough to stand without fear next time."

Kurenai's hand gently squeezed her shoulder, the gesture warm and reassuring. "I believe you will. But promise me you'll take it slowly at first, Hinata. You've already pushed yourself so far."

Hinata gave a shy, determined nod. "I promise, Sensei."

Kurenai’s smile deepened, motherly and protective. "Good. That's what I like to hear."

They resumed walking slowly, Hinata’s footsteps now lighter, less weighed down by doubt. As they neared the edge of the courtyard, Kurenai softly cleared her throat.

"Hinata, have you thought about whether you’d like to return home to your manor soon? Or do you prefer to stay with me a little longer?"

Hinata hesitated, anxiety tightening her chest again. Her father's words, cold and dismissive, echoed painfully through her memory. She knew she couldn’t stay away forever—eventually, she'd have to return home. But the thought of facing that stern silence made her stomach churn uneasily.

"I-I know I’ll have to go back eventually," she admitted softly, eyes lowered in shy hesitation. "But if it's not a bother, Kurenai-sensei, I'd like to stay with you just a little longer…"

Kurenai stopped again, gently placing a reassuring hand on Hinata’s shoulder once more. The warmth of her palm chased away the chill that always accompanied thoughts of home.

"Hinata, you can stay as long as you like. You're never a burden, understand?"

A relieved, genuine smile bloomed softly on Hinata's lips, warmth spreading gently throughout her chest. "Thank you, Sensei."

Kurenai gently brushed a lock of hair behind Hinata’s ear, affection softening her voice even further. "You're welcome. Remember, my home is your home too."

Hinata smiled as her gaze drifted across the courtyard, landing on a wooden bench nestled beneath the gentle shade of a large oak tree. Quietly, she tugged on Kurenai’s sleeve, nodding toward it. “Sensei, let’s sit over there for a moment?”

Kurenai glanced at the bench and gave her a soft nod. "Of course."

They walked together toward the bench, leaves rustling quietly overhead as sunlight dappled the pathway. When they sat down, Hinata released a gentle sigh, feeling the tension slowly unravel from her shoulders. The fresh air helped clear her mind, though the dull ache in her chest was still a constant, uncomfortable reminder of her recent injuries.

They stayed there in comfortable silence, neither feeling the need to break the peace. Hinata listened to the soft murmur of hospital life behind them, allowing herself a rare moment of calm. She was just beginning to relax when footsteps gently echoed along the stone path, drawing her attention.

A doctor approached, white coat crisp and clean, clipboard in hand, his expression calm and professional. His kind brown eyes met hers warmly as he stopped in front of them.

"Ah, Hinata. I thought I might find you out here," he said with an easy smile. His voice was gentle, as if aware of the lingering unease that might remain after everything she’d been through. "It's good to see you up and about. How are you feeling?"

Hinata straightened a little, politely clasping her hands together in her lap. "I-I’m feeling a bit better today. Thank you for checking on me."

He nodded encouragingly, making a brief note on his clipboard. "Good to hear. Now, if you don’t mind, I'd just like to ask you a few questions. Have you experienced any unusual chest pain or difficulty breathing today?"

She hesitated slightly, searching for the right words. "A bit of tightness. It still feels heavy sometimes, especially when I breathe too deeply or try to move too fast."

The doctor hummed softly, scribbling something else down, though his expression remained neutral and reassuring. "That’s not unusual considering your injuries. The chakra-inflicted trauma from the Hyuga clan’s Gentle Fist is quite intense. You’ll likely feel discomfort for some days yet. Have you felt dizzy or faint at all?"

Hinata shook her head slowly, thoughtfully. "No dizziness today. But I do feel tired very easily."

"Fatigue is to be expected," he explained gently, his gaze comforting. "Your body went through a great deal of stress. It needs time and rest to fully heal." He paused, briefly studying her face. "Emotionally, how have you been holding up?"

Hinata blinked at the unexpected question, her cheeks warming as embarrassment crept in. She ducked her head slightly, uncertain how honest she should be. Kurenai lightly squeezed her shoulder, offering silent reassurance.

"I-I’ve been a bit upset about the match," Hinata finally admitted softly, not meeting his eyes. "But...I'm trying to stay positive."

The doctor nodded knowingly, his expression compassionate. "It's completely natural to feel upset. Experiencing an event like that can affect you emotionally as well as physically. Remember, your mental health is just as important as your physical recovery."

Hinata glanced up shyly, feeling a small weight ease from her shoulders. "Th-thank you."

He smiled warmly again, sincerity clear in his eyes. "You're welcome. Just keep resting, and don’t push yourself too hard yet. I’ll review your latest tests later today, and if everything continues to improve, we should have you discharged tomorrow."

Hinata’s eyes brightened slightly, relief filling her chest. "R-Really?"

He chuckled gently, giving an encouraging nod. "Really. You've done very well, Hinata. Keep resting today, and I'll see you again in the morning for one final check."

Hinata managed a small, grateful smile. "I will. Thank you again, doctor."

"Of course." With a polite nod toward Kurenai, the doctor turned and walked back down the courtyard path, his footsteps fading into the quiet hum of hospital activity.

Hinata allowed herself a quiet breath, the heaviness in her chest easing slightly. Her gaze drifted back toward the courtyard’s entrance, just as a familiar figure stepped quietly into view.

Her eyes opened slowly, lighting up instantly when she saw Sasuke. "Sasuke-kun," she greeted warmly. Her smile faded, however, as she took a closer look at him. His eyes were shadowed with exhaustion, dark circles still evident beneath them.

He approached quietly, hands stuffed deep into his pockets as usual. Kurenai turned, noticing his arrival. "Good afternoon, Sasuke," she said kindly.

Sasuke barely acknowledged her, responding with a soft, indifferent grunt and quickly averting his eyes. Hinata shot him a gentle but pointed look of disapproval. She knew he wasn't deliberately being rude, just uncomfortable interacting with those he didn't know well. Still, she wished he'd at least try. Thankfully, Kurenai didn't seem troubled in the slightest.

"I suppose I should head out now," Kurenai announced. "I'll come get you tomorrow when you're discharged—"

Before Hinata could reply, Sasuke suddenly spoke up. "I'll pick her up tomorrow."

Kurenai paused, eyes flickering between them with a curious expression. Kurenai’s gentle smile widened knowingly. "Alright then. I'll have dinner ready, so look forward to it."

Hinata felt a small flush rise to her cheeks, uncertain what to make of Kurenai’s amused expression, but she nodded quickly. "Thank you, Kurenai-sensei. I'm looking forward to eating something besides hospital food."

With a warm chuckle, Kurenai walked away, leaving Hinata and Sasuke alone in the quiet courtyard. Sasuke sank down onto the bench beside her, immediately falling silent.

She tilted her head slightly, trying to catch his gaze, noticing how drained he seemed. "Sasuke-kun, are you okay?" she asked softly.

"I'm fine," he responded shortly, keeping his eyes locked stubbornly on the ground.

Hinata frowned slightly, leaning closer. His posture was tense, his jaw set rigidly. "Have you been getting enough rest?"

"I told you I'm fine," he insisted again, though she noticed how his brows furrowed in mild irritation.

Hinata leaned back slightly, eyeing him closely. "You don’t look fine. Sasuke-kun, you didn't have to come visit me today. You should've stayed home and rested."

His gaze finally lifted, clearly displeased by her words. "It’s not a big deal," he muttered.

"It is to me," she said firmly. "I appreciate that you're always here, but you can’t neglect yourself."

Sasuke turned his head away slightly, expression unreadable. "I said it’s not an issue."

Hinata sighed, deciding on a gentler approach. "Please, Sasuke-kun, you already look exhausted. Just this once, for me, go home and rest properly today."

Sasuke's expression wavered, looking conflicted before finally nodding slightly. "Fine. I’ll rest."

"Thank you," she murmured, relieved.

He remained seated, however, as though unable or unwilling to leave. Hinata was about to protest again when he suddenly spoke up, changing the topic entirely. "How would you feel if I end up fighting your cousin during the exams?"

The question caught her completely off guard, and anxiety quickly tightened in her chest. Memories of her fight against Neji flooded back. His merciless expression, his harsh words, the way he'd nearly ended her life without hesitation. She lowered her gaze, her fingers nervously twisting together in her lap.

"I...I don't know," she whispered honestly, feeling her chest ache at the thought. "Neji-nii-san is strong and angry. He didn’t hold back at all when he fought me. I’d be worried about you."

His eyes narrowed. "Do you think I’d lose?"

"No," Hinata said quickly, her voice strained with urgency. "That's not it at all! I'm worried because he won’t hesitate to hurt you. I don't want you to get hurt because of me."

"He's the one who hurt you," Sasuke replied harshly, unable to hide his bitterness. "He would've killed you without even thinking about it. Why do you still care what happens to someone like him?"

Hinata's shoulders tensed slightly, her gaze fixed sadly on the ground. "Because no matter what...he's still my family."

Sasuke fell silent, clearly unsettled by her response. His expression tightened further, jaw clenched with frustration he couldn't conceal. She felt the familiar ache in her chest deepen at seeing his anger and the hurt it concealed beneath. Slowly, she reached out, her fingers carefully resting atop his tightly closed fist.

"Sasuke-kun," she said softly, her voice gentle, trying to reach him. "I know you're angry because of what he did to me, but please, don't let it consume you."

His eyes shifted toward her slowly, guarded but listening. She took a quiet breath and continued, "You always try to protect me, and I’m grateful. But seeing you angry like this worries me."

He stared at her, eyes slightly widened in surprise. The stiffness in his shoulders gradually loosened, and after a few long seconds, he gave a quiet nod, eyes lowering back to their joined hands. "I get it."

She smiled softly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Thank you, Sasuke-kun."

Sasuke withdrew his hand slowly, cheeks faintly tinged pink as he looked away, changing the subject again to avoid the tension. "You should go back inside now. You still need rest."

"Alright," she agreed gently, sensing his discomfort and not wanting to push him further.

He stood up first, offering a hand to help her. She took it gratefully, rising carefully to her feet. They walked quietly back toward the hospital doors, the comfortable silence returning between them.

Hinata glanced up at him, a small, fond smile forming as she saw his thoughtful expression. Though he wouldn't admit it openly, she could sense his worry. And despite all her lingering fears, his presence made her feel safe and reassured. Even in the quiet, uncertain moments, Hinata knew everything would be okay as long as Sasuke was by her side.

They entered the hospital’s courtyard doors slowly, the faint scent of antiseptic growing stronger with every step. Hinata stayed close to Sasuke’s side, her hospital slippers making soft, padded sounds against the tile floor. The faint buzz of conversation drifted down the hallways, nurses exchanging reports, a distant ringing phone, the soft roll of a cart’s wheels.

Just as they turned the corner near the stairwell, a familiar mop of thick, black hair caught Hinata’s attention. Lee sat propped up in a wheelchair, a white bandage wrapping around his arms and torso. He looked thinner, more worn than she remembered from the preliminaries. A hospital blanket rested over his legs, and he was staring out the window, sunlight catching the curve of his cheek.

When he saw them, his whole face lit up.

“Ah! Sasuke-san, Hinata-chan!” His voice, though slightly hoarse, held its usual energy. “It’s good to see both of you walking around! Especially you, Hinata. You were in rough shape the last time I saw you.”

Hinata blinked, surprised he remembered. “O-oh. Th-thank you, Lee-san. I’m feeling better today.”

“That is wonderful news!” Lee beamed. “I hope you get to return home soon.”

“I will. Tomorrow,” she said quietly, her fingers curling around the ends of her sleeves. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Lee nodded, his eyes softening. “Good. You should be proud. Not many can face their own kin in combat with such courage.” There was a pause, then a flicker of wistfulness crossed his face. “I’ll be here a little longer, unfortunately, but I hope to recover enough to watch the final rounds. I want to be there to support everyone.”

“You will be,” Hinata said, her voice firmer. “You’ve come this far. I-I know you’ll make it.”

Lee’s eyes shimmered slightly, then he gave her a grin that stretched wide across his bandaged face. “You have a soul that shines brighter than any star in the sky, Hinata-chan.”

She flushed, lips parting in surprise.

A scoff sounded beside her. Sasuke had turned his head, jaw set, his eyes narrowing at nothing in particular on the opposite wall.

Lee, oblivious, gave them a thumbs up. “I must go to my rehabilitation training now! I’ll see you both around.”

“Bye, Lee-san,” Hinata said, giving a small bow as he wheeled himself off, humming a tune to himself.

Once he was gone, she turned back to Sasuke. “Have you eaten anything today?”

As if on cue, a deep grumble answered for him. Sasuke scowled. “Tch.”

Hinata bit back a laugh, her lips twitching up. “Would…would you like to eat with me?”

He gave a single nod, arms crossed over his stomach. “Sure.”

They walked in silence, the quiet between them gentle, familiar. Around them, the halls stayed calm, occasional murmurs floated from behind closed doors, and nurses passed by scribbling notes on clipboards. The lights above buzzed softly overhead.

Hinata glanced up at Sasuke’s profile. “Sasuke-kun, how’s your neck?”

He didn’t look at her. “I’m fine.”

She didn’t believe him, not entirely, but she didn’t press. Not this time.

There were moments when he opened up, when he let her in just enough to see past the cold surface, but there were other times, like now, where his walls were drawn tight. She used to describe it to herself as a sealed scroll: compact, unreadable unless the person holding it knew how to unroll it without tearing anything.

And she didn’t want to force it.

Her fingers brushed lightly against the fabric of her gown. “If…if it ever hurts, or if anything’s wrong…you’ll tell someone, won’t you?”

He glanced at her then, his expression unreadable. “Don’t worry about me.”

“But I do,” she answered, glancing up to meet his guarded eyes. “It’s only fair.”

He arched an eyebrow, skepticism clear in his expression.

Hinata’s fingers twisted nervously around the hem of her sleeve. “W-We’re best friends, aren’t we? Best friends always worry about each other. That’s just how it is.”

Sasuke’s scowl deepened, tinged with embarrassment. He quickly looked away, cheeks faintly coloring. “Don’t say stupid things like that.”

Hinata pressed her lips together, trying to hold back a smile as she watched Sasuke shift awkwardly under her gaze.

A long silence stretched between them, broken only when Sasuke muttered, “Thanks. But I told you already, I’m fine.”

Hinata studied him for a moment longer, her eyes soft but searching. There was tension still clinging to his shoulders, a tired pull at the edges of his expression. Even if he said he was fine, even if he meant it, she still wasn’t sure.

Sasuke shifted beside her, sensing her stare. “Quit looking at me like that,” he muttered, clearly flustered. “I said I’m fine.”

Instead of responding, she reached up and gave his earlobe a light tug.

He flinched, eyes wide, a flush creeping up his neck. “Tch, you’re so annoying,” he mumbled, turning away from her and walking ahead, hands stuffed deep in his pockets.

Hinata stifled a giggle behind her hand, her steps light as she followed after him.

X X X X X X X X X X X X X

She opened the door to her hospital room, Sasuke following closely behind her. Sunlight from the open window spilled warmly across the bed, the sheer white curtains fluttering gently in the breeze. A small rolling table stood nearby, a meal tray resting neatly upon it. The table was one of those she’d seen the nurses maneuver effortlessly over the beds of patients who couldn't move around easily. Hinata eased herself onto the edge of the mattress, glancing at Sasuke, who wordlessly took a seat in the chair directly across from her.

“Do you mind sharing?” Hinata asked softly, nodding toward the tray. "I'm not sure I can finish it all."

Sasuke gave a half-hearted shrug. "Sure."

Hinata carefully pulled the rolling table between them. She picked up the chopsticks, handing Sasuke the spoon and fork left on the tray. He accepted the utensils without a word, quietly stirring the miso soup, before taking a spoonful. Hinata silently began eating from the opposite side, nibbling slowly on some rice and vegetables.

As they ate quietly together, Hinata couldn't help sneaking glances at Sasuke. Despite his firm insistence that he was fine, she saw the dark circles beneath his eyes, the exhaustion clear in his pale complexion. It worried her, though she knew better than to press him again. Instead, she decided on a different approach.

"How is training going?" she asked quietly, her voice gentle and curious. "Has Kakashi-sensei taught you anything new?"

Sasuke paused for a moment, his spoon hovering over the bowl of soup. His gaze remained fixed on the tray, contemplative, before he answered. "He started teaching me something powerful this morning," he said slowly, voice soft and reflective. "It's more difficult than I expected, but it's strong. If I can master it before the exams, I'll be unstoppable."

His eyes briefly flashed with determination, a spark that she recognized instantly. She'd seen it before whenever Sasuke spoke about growing stronger, about finally reaching his ultimate goal.

Hinata nodded, offering him a supportive smile. "If anyone can master it in time, it's you, Sasuke-kun. I believe in you."

Sasuke's eyes flicked up, meeting hers briefly. He quickly looked away, clearly flustered, but Hinata caught the small, appreciative nod he gave in return. She felt warmth bloom in her chest, glad to be the support he needed, even if she didn't necessarily agree with his quest for revenge. Sasuke's goals were important to him, and thus important to her.

As they resumed eating, the door suddenly burst open, startling them both. Hinata's head shot up in surprise, eyes widening at the unexpected visitors. Standing in a cluster just inside the doorway were Kiba, Shino, Naruto, and Sakura. They stared at her and Sasuke, their expressions a mix of shock and confusion.

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Hinata recovered first, smiling shyly at her friends. "H-Hello, everyone."

Kiba was the first to break the silence, an amused smirk spreading across his face. "Well, well! Look what we've stumbled into! You two look cozy, sharing food and all."

Sasuke immediately set his spoon down with an irritated sigh, leaning back against his chair and folding his arms over his chest, his face slipping into a familiar scowl.

"It's just lunch," Sasuke muttered, clearly annoyed. "Not that it's any of your business."

Hinata felt her cheeks heating up quickly, embarrassment prickling at her skin. "S-Sasuke-kun came to visit. We were just—"

"Sharing lunch," Kiba finished teasingly, grin widening. "Yeah, we can see that."

Sakura stood silently beside Naruto, her bright green eyes flickering repeatedly to the tray sitting between Hinata and Sasuke. Her smile tightened visibly, forcing a cheerfulness that looked strained at best.

“You two seem…comfortable,” Sakura said lightly, though her tone carried a quiet edge that Hinata didn’t miss.

Hinata’s cheeks burned fiercely as she fumbled awkwardly, searching desperately for words to ease the sudden tension in the room. “W-We were just sharing a little food. Sasuke-kun hasn’t eaten yet, and—”

Naruto’s eyes darted quickly between Sakura and Hinata, sensing Sakura’s mild displeasure. He quickly stepped forward with a bright, overly loud laugh. “Oi, Sakura-chan! You know, if you’re jealous, you and I can always share food too! I’ll even give you the bigger half!”

Sakura instantly turned bright red, embarrassment mixing with irritation as she shot Naruto a sharp glare. “Naruto, no one asked you!”

Naruto faltered slightly but recovered with an eager grin. “Aw, come on, Sakura-chan, don’t be shy! It’ll be great!”

Hinata felt a sharp pang of jealousy twist painfully inside her chest. She ducked her head down, eyes fixed on her lap, silently wishing the floor would open up and swallow her. She quickly chanced a glance at Naruto, noticing how fondly he was watching Sakura, completely oblivious to her own heartache.

Feeling someone’s stare on her, Hinata glanced to her side and immediately met Sasuke’s knowing, almost smug gaze. His lips curled ever so slightly, his dark eyes revealing clearly that he knew exactly what she was feeling. Mortified, Hinata quickly averted her gaze, cheeks blazing even brighter as she struggled to regain her composure.

Naruto continued his attempts, leaning eagerly toward Sakura. “It doesn’t even have to be ramen! I'll share anything with you, Sakura-chan!”

Sasuke scoffed audibly, rolling his eyes. “Would you just shut up already, idiot? You're being pathetic.”

Naruto instantly bristled, turning sharply toward Sasuke. “What’d you say, teme? You’re just jealous because you’ve got no one to share food with except Hinata, and she’s just being nice!”

Sasuke glared back, voice cold and cutting. “Jealous? Of an idiot like you who can't even talk to Sakura without embarrassing himself?”

Hinata felt herself sinking deeper into her mattress, anxiety bubbling painfully in her stomach as she watched the two boys argue. Kiba, barely holding back laughter, elbowed Shino with a knowing smirk.

“See, Shino? Lovers’ quarrel,” Kiba muttered teasingly.

Naruto and Sasuke simultaneously rounded on him, both shouting angrily in unison, “Shut up!”

Hinata flinched at the volume, and Shino finally stepped forward, clearing his throat with calm authority. “Perhaps we should focus on Hinata’s health, rather than trivial matters?”

At Shino’s quiet words, the heated voices immediately cooled. Sakura cleared her throat awkwardly, cheeks still flushed as she stepped closer to Hinata’s bedside.

“You’re right,” Sakura agreed gently. “Hinata, how are you feeling now?”

Hinata exhaled softly, grateful for the sudden shift in conversation. She offered Sakura a small, reassuring smile, though her heart was still racing from the earlier tension. "I'm feeling much better now. Thank you for asking, Sakura-san."

Sakura visibly relaxed, her expression softening with genuine warmth as she returned Hinata's smile. "I'm glad to hear that. You really had us worried for a while."

"Yeah," Kiba chimed in, nodding enthusiastically. "Akamaru's been whining nonstop at the training grounds, missing you."

Hinata giggled gently at the image. "I'm sorry to have worried him, too."

Naruto stepped forward, his eyes brightening. "Well, we're all glad you're okay! And you better be ready, because once you're outta here, I'm treating you to the best ramen at Ichiraku!"

Hinata's cheeks immediately warmed again, but this time from happiness. "I-I’d really like that, Naruto-kun."

Sasuke gave an audible scoff, leaning back deeper into his chair and crossing his arms firmly over his chest. "Is ramen the only thing you think about, dobe?"

Naruto shot Sasuke an irritated glare. "Oi, no one asked you! I happen to know Hinata likes ramen, so butt out, teme."

"Whatever," Sasuke muttered dismissively, turning his gaze stubbornly to the window, clearly annoyed.

Hinata glanced at Sasuke quietly, biting her lip to hide a smile. Despite his apparent annoyance, she knew Sasuke was actually pleased she was recovering. Yet, the slight wrinkle in his brow hinted at something else, something he wasn’t voicing.

As if sensing her thoughts, Sasuke glanced back briefly, meeting her gaze with unreadable eyes before quickly looking away again.

Naruto moved closer, drawing her attention back. "Oh! Kiba told told us you get to go home tomorrow! You excited?"

Hinata smiled softly, nodding. "Yes, I am. It's been hard staying still for so long."

"Just make sure you take it easy," Sakura cautioned gently, concern returning briefly to her features. "No training until you're fully healed."

Hinata dipped her head shyly. "I-I'll try."

Kiba snorted softly, grinning. "Right, because Hinata's known for taking it easy."

Hinata felt another rush of warmth and embarrassment as the others laughed gently, nodding in agreement.

Naruto placed his hands on his hips, looking determined. "Well, if you want to train when you're ready, you know where to find me! I'll help you get strong enough to beat that jerk cousin of yours next time!"

Hinata’s heart fluttered. Naruto’s earnest words filled her chest with hope. "Thank you, Naruto-kun."

Suddenly, Sasuke stood abruptly, startling everyone in the room into momentary silence. His face was carefully neutral, but his voice carried a definitive roughness. "I have to go."

Before she could respond, he strode swiftly from the room, leaving behind a thick, awkward silence.

Naruto stared after Sasuke, brows knitted in confusion. "What's his problem?"

Hinata watched the empty doorway, worry and confusion swirling gently within her. Sasuke had never been one for large groups, but she sensed something deeper troubling him this time.

Hinata's gaze lingered on the empty doorway for another heartbeat, Sasuke’s departure still tugging uneasily at her thoughts. She shifted her attention to Sakura, who stood staring after him as if hoping he'd return.

Hinata hesitated briefly, feeling a pang of sympathy tighten her chest. She understood the ache of watching someone who didn't fully notice her. Steeling herself, she softly cleared her throat.

"Sakura-san?"

Sakura turned, blinking as though pulled from a trance. "Hm? Yes, Hinata?"

"Could...could you do me a favor?"

"Of course." Sakura stepped closer, curiosity lifting her voice. "What is it?"

Hinata swallowed, feeling heat creep into her cheeks. "Would you mind checking on Sasuke-kun for me? He seemed...upset."

Surprise flashed clearly across Sakura’s face, quickly replaced by a radiant smile. "You can count on me! I'll make sure he's alright."

Relief blossomed gently in Hinata’s chest, mixing oddly with an undercurrent of sadness as she caught Naruto’s expression. The cheerful brightness in his eyes dimmed visibly, replaced by something sharper and heavier. His gaze fell, hiding his feelings poorly behind a forced grin.

Naruto rubbed the back of his head, forcing a bright smile. "Ah, guess I should head home too. It's getting kinda late anyway." He hesitated, meeting Hinata's eyes once more. "I'll see you tomorrow when you get out, okay? Take it easy. And don’t forget, ramen!"

Hinata offered him a shy, grateful smile, the warmth in her chest growing brighter. "Thank you, Naruto-kun. I'm looking forward to it."

Naruto’s smile turned genuine again, and with an energetic wave, he hurried from the room. His footsteps faded down the hallway, leaving behind a comfortable quiet as Hinata faced her two teammates.

She smiled gently at Shino, curiosity coloring her voice. "Shino-kun, are you ready for the exams?"

Shino adjusted his glasses calmly, his voice steady and reassuring. "I am adequately prepared, Hinata. Though, one cannot predict every outcome."

A soft laugh escaped her, warmth flooding through her at his typically measured response. Beside her, Kiba snorted, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"Typical Shino," Kiba grinned, crossing his arms confidently. "You’re gonna do great. We’ll be right there, making sure everyone knows who they're messing with."

Hinata nodded brightly, her heart feeling lighter than it had moments ago. "Yes, Shino-kun. Kiba-kun and I will cheer loudly for you."

Shino merely tilted his head, a small nod acknowledging her support. "Your encouragement is appreciated."

Hinata smiled warmly, her chest filling with pride and comfort. No matter the anxieties of today, she knew she had the support of her teammates, her friends.

"Alright, Hinata," Kiba declared, clapping his hands enthusiastically. "We'd better let you rest. You’re gonna need your energy to cheer loud enough one month from now."

Hinata giggled softly, nodding as warmth spread steadily through her chest. "I promise to cheer my hardest."

Kiba flashed her a grin, tossing a casual wave over his shoulder as he moved toward the door. Shino nodded silently, following closely behind.

Left alone, Hinata eased back onto her pillows, allowing the comforting quiet of the room to wash gently over her. Though Sasuke’s sudden departure still lingered in her thoughts, she trusted Sakura to check on him. For now, she needed rest.

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Sasuke walked briskly down the dimly lit street, hands jammed deep into his pockets, the muscles in his jaw taut with irritation. Shadows lengthened around him as evening set in, streetlamps flickering to life along his path, but his mind remained elsewhere, back in Hinata's hospital room. Naruto's overly bright smile flashed in his memory, as did the blush on Hinata’s cheeks. His brows knitted together, deepening his scowl.

Something about their exchange grated against his nerves more than it should have. Sasuke felt his shoulders tense further, the strain pulling painfully at his tired muscles. He dismissed the thought abruptly, refusing to acknowledge the strange bitterness gnawing at his chest.

Exhaustion blurred the edges of his consciousness, making his head heavy. Sasuke was painfully aware of how desperately he needed sleep. His body had long surpassed its limits. Even now, each step sent dull aches radiating through his legs, evidence of his overtraining. He knew exactly what Hinata would say if she noticed: a gentle scolding paired with worried eyes and endless fussing. She was worse than a mother sometimes, always noticing small details no one else bothered with. He appreciated it more than he’d ever admit, but he could handle himself just fine without her constant concern.

He didn’t need her to worry. She had enough trouble taking care of herself as it was. Hinata would throw herself into harm's way if it meant protecting someone she cared about. It was endearing, certainly, but equally frustrating. He needed her to focus on her own well-being right now.

The faint scuff of footsteps interrupted his thoughts. Sasuke glanced over his shoulder, spotting Sakura running to catch up to him. He slowed reluctantly, waiting as she approached, pink hair bouncing slightly with her quick strides. Breathless, Sakura came to a halt directly in front of him, her cheeks slightly flushed from exertion.

"Sasuke-kun," she began hesitantly, looking up into his face with cautious eyes. "Are you alright? You left Hinata's room so suddenly. She asked me to check on you… She seemed worried."

Sasuke's frown deepened slightly. Of course she had. Typical Hinata, unable to resist involving herself even when it wasn't necessary.

"I told her I’m fine," Sasuke replied flatly. "She worries too much."

Sakura's expression softened, her gaze dropping shyly toward the ground as she fidgeted with her hands. "She cares a lot about you," she murmured, then looked up with renewed determination, blushing. "We all do."

He watched her carefully, discomfort creeping beneath his skin. Sakura stepped closer, eyes bright with hope. "Um, Sasuke-kun, if you're not busy, maybe you'd like to go out with me tomorrow?" Her voice was gentle, hopeful, and far too earnest for his liking.

He sighed inwardly, irritation pricking at him. "Sakura," he said sternly, voice edged with impatience, "I need to focus on training. The exams are coming soon. I don’t have time for useless things like dates."

Hurt flashed clearly across her face, her smile faltering and eyes darkening with embarrassment. Guilt twisted uncomfortably in Sasuke's chest, an unfamiliar sensation he quickly shoved aside. Yet the thought lingered heavily on Sasuke's mind that Sakura might run straight back to the hospital and tell Hinata everything. Knowing Hinata, she'd frown at him, giving him that disappointed look she always wore whenever she thought he was being unsociable. Then she'd scold him in that annoyingly gentle voice of hers, reminding him to treat his teammates better, no matter how irritating he found their behavior. Sasuke clenched his jaw at the imagined scenario, feeling oddly unsettled by the possibility, and reluctantly chose his next words carefully.

Sasuke reached up to rub the back of his neck, avoiding her crestfallen gaze. "Look," he said more gently, "after the exams we'll all celebrate. If you want, you can pick the place. But not until then."

Sakura’s face brightened immediately, eyes sparkling as a wide smile blossomed across her face. "Really? You mean it, Sasuke-kun?"

He simply nodded, uncomfortable at her sudden excitement. "Sure. But only after the exams."

She bounced lightly on her toes, nodding vigorously. "Of course! Thank you, Sasuke-kun!"

Sasuke watched quietly as Sakura waved happily, turning quickly to rush back toward the hospital. He exhaled slowly, tension returning in full force as she disappeared around the corner. The things he did to avoid causing trouble for Hinata.

Sighing again, he continued down the empty street, his steps heavier than before. His thoughts drifted reluctantly back to his apartment, the thought of finally lying down becoming more appealing with each tired step.