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Chapter 4/5: Love and Hate

Hanabi’s not an idiot, she can see what Konohamaru’s up to.

Trying to charm the pants off of her, metaphorically and literally.

So when they get to the hotel in the Waterfall village, she’s hardly surprised when he immediately took her to eat, indulged in all of her silly little whining about her father, spent his measly earnings on the best room in the whole place. He took her to the top floor and proceeded to do what he’s been doing best: showering her with love and affection with his words and his actions.

She was just glad he didn’t continue all that damn love talk. Again, he was smarter than she thought because if he had, she would have dropped him like the bad habit he was.

She’d been thinking about it. Every time it popped into her brain, she indulged in the thought of being in love. Even with someone like Konohamaru. Sometimes, she’d think of that snot-nosed preteen with a trail of blood coming down his headband and a wild grin on his face as blue chakra poured from his palms. She’d think back even further to that little boy, the one who pulled his lower eyelid down and stuck his tongue out at her.

Just babies when they first met, held by their mothers as they chatted. Hanabi had cried when Konohamaru whacked her over the head, according to Natsu.

When Hanabi thinks of that little baby Konohamaru, she thinks of holding a little baby lookalike in her arms, with pale eyes like hers, wild brown hair like theirs, and dimples like his. When she thinks of that little boy Konohamaru, she thinks of a little boy lookalike reaching up to her for a hug, to comfort him after a scraped knee with a bandage and a kiss. When she thinks of that snot-nosed preteen Konohamaru, she thinks of a little preteen lookalike throwing kunai and her watching with pride and admiration, his eyes bright and eager and a little chip in his tooth, just like him.

Domesticity with Konohamaru is a faraway dream she should not be entertaining.

It doesn’t stop her from going to his apartment on the regular, though. At this point, everyone knows so it was pointless to try to pretend. She still won’t call him her boyfriend and will correct him if he says it in front of her. She’ll disappear for weeks sometimes when he does it.

Today, she walked into his apartment without knocking after one of those bouts of no contact.

She walks in just in time to see him roll off his couch and fall straight onto the floor with a loud thud, caught off guard by her sudden appearance. Must have been napping. She snickers, folding her arms. “You’re a bad shinobi.”

“Thanks, Lady Heiress,” he grumbles, rolling over onto his back without getting up. He reaches up to rub at his eye, ignoring her glare, because he knows good and well that she still won’t tolerate that nickname from him. She stomps up to him and proceeds to plant herself on top of his chest, pressing her fingertips to the chakra point she had closed months ago. “Quit it.”

“I told you not to call me that,” she says, glowering down at him. He doesn’t look like his usual happy, cheerful self he usually acts like when she’s around.

“Did you come here just to torture me?” he says, and she leans back, looking offended.

“What’s this attitude?” she snaps, furrowing her eyebrows. Her hand goes limp as he tugs it away from the chakra point.

“Haven’t seen you in weeks,” he sighs, looking away from her. Something inside of her tugs at her heart. She bites her lower lip as she watches him pout, but makes no move to get her off of him.

“Cause you told your mom I was your girlfriend,” she says, quietly, frowning.

“Come on, Hanabi.” He still doesn’t look at her. “We’ve been playing this game for months." Now he looks her straight in the eye. "I’m in—”

“Don’t.” Immediately, she presses her finger to his lips to quiet him. “Don’t you dare say that word.”

He makes a face at her, just looking sad.

“We hate each other,” she says, trying to sound completely serious. “Always have. Always will.”

“Are you calling what we do hate fucking?” he asks with this disgusted look on his face. She slides off of him.

“If you wanna put it that way, yeah.” She shrugs as he props himself up on his elbows, giving her a look.

“I resent that,” he tells her, reaching out to push her hair from her face. Cute gestures he shouldn’t be doing. “I’m not the kind of person who hate fucks.”

“What would you call that back at the Land of Waves?” she retorts, shoving his hand away. “In the shower? And the bed? Remember what you said?”

She smirks when he looks away while rolling his eyes. “I said I’m fucking a monster.”

“Yeah, and you also called me a bitch earlier that day.”

“Don’t start with this.”

“And I called you –“

“Hanabi…”

“A coward.”

“Would a coward admit he’s in love with a monster?” he snaps, sitting upright now. She snorts, climbing to her feet. “Cause that's what this feels like.”

“You’re lovesick.” She emphasizes ‘sick’. “It’s different from being in love.”

He rolls onto his knees and starts crawling towards her. She squints at him as he forces her body down while climbing on top, but she doesn’t really resist, either. “You’re really cute when you get all glare-y.”

“I’m a monster,” she huffs, putting a palm against his chest.

“A cute monster.”

“You’re so stupid.” She sighs, trying to make sure her language comes off mean so they can get back to the hate-fucking.

“I’m pretty sure I’m fucking crazy,” he says to her face, resting his hips against hers, “cause I’m in love with you.”

Why can’t he just be cool for fucking once? All she wants is for him to be inside her but now he’s gone and done all this. “You know what you are?” Hanabi shoves him off, doesn’t really need to use much force either since he just rolls off of her. “Arrogant, stupid, clueless –“

“What do you even know about me?” Konohamaru is glaring now, clearly at the end of his rope.

“You’re a man!” she snaps, scrambling to her feet. “That’s all I need to know! And you’re Konohamaru Sarutobi! Snot-nosed brat who was given the entire world!”

“As if you weren’t?” He gets to his feet now, too. “Hanabi Hyūga, cold little princess, born with a silver spoon in her mouth!”

“Fucking asshole!” she yells. “You always got to do whatever the hell you wanted! Climb on the Hokage tower, terrorize jōnin, WHACK ME OVER THE HEAD!”

“You don’t even remember that!” He steps up to her, pointing right at her nose. “Your stupid caretaker told you and we were BABIES!”

“I will murder you,” she says it as she grabs his finger to twist, “if you ever call Natsu stupid again.”

His expression softens a little bit, and he doesn’t try to take his finger away. “Sorry,” he mumbles, frowning deeper. “I didn't mean that.”

“I shouldn’t be here.” She sighs as she releases his finger. His hand doesn’t drop though, it reaches for her hand to stop her and she just whines. “Stop it, Konohamaru.”

“I want you,” he breathes, looking right at her even as she stares at the ground. “I want you so much.”

“I can’t do this.” She yanks her hand out of his and begins stomping away. “I don’t want to do this!”

“Hanabi!”

“Leave me alone!”

“You came here!”

Hanabi stops in front of his door and resists the urge to just scream at the top of her lungs when she sees a picture of them on the shelf by his shoe rack. A selfie they took a few weeks ago while they were at a festival. He insisted and she’s got her tongue out while he kisses her on the cheek. It’s a cute photo.

She grabs the frame and throws it on the ground, shattering it and putting a dent in his flooring.

Instantly, she feels guilty, but she doesn’t let him know that. She just looks at him, dead in the eye, as his jaw drops and he slumps forward, defeated. She turns, tears the front door open, and slams it behind her.

“What the fuck.”

Konohamaru gets his knees to carefully pull the photo from the pile of glass. His heart sinks at the long scratch through the middle. It’s like a sign, the way it rips right between them, separating them.

But his mom always told him to follow his heart. He thought that was bullshit until Hanabi. Hanabi grabbed it and ran away with it, how is he supposed to not follow it? Chase after it, and her.

He thinks he’s pathetic.

What other explanation is there at this point?

100%, he’ll admit Hanabi is the last person kid Konohamaru thought he’d end up with. Sure, kid Konohamaru thought her eyes were weird and cool, kid Konohamaru liked to tease her cause he thought it was funny when she got red, kid Konohamaru watched her develop into a whole woman. Kid Konohamaru turned into adult Konohamaru, who couldn’t ignore how fucking beautiful adult Hanabi was.

But kid Konohamaru thought nothing could ever, ever make up for her terrible attitude and entitled demeanor. Kid Konohamaru got told all his life he was a brat who never had to work for anything, so he spent his kid life showing people he was working. Damn hard, too.

It hurts for Hanabi to still accuse him of those things.

And he feels angry. It’s something he doesn’t want to feel, but it’s so fucking familiar with Hanabi. To feel angry with her. Before this, he’d be angry at the way she’d flip him the middle finger, or swap his rice balls with some shitty glob of gluttonous rice. Before this, he’d be pissed that she dares sneer at him or roll her eyes. Before this, he wouldn’t tolerate her blowing off his opinion on a mission.

Now, he thinks he could accept all those things if she’d just give him some form of certainty, just a shred of acceptance.

Honestly, he’s not sure if he can catch a break.

He’s not even sure whether he’s a good guy or not, and that is what fucks with him. Moegi digging into his insides with ‘facts’ as she says. Telling him he’s no better than Udon or any other stupid ninja.

Konohamaru wants to believe he’s better, but can’t. Not when he has Hanabi running away from him constantly.

He sweeps up the glass and does his best to keep the photo intact. He can just print another, and it's on his phone, but he still wants to keep this one. That way when all of this is resolved, he can show it to her and they can laugh. Or she’ll slap him, but it’s a risk he’s willing to take.

Hanabi lays across her sister’s bed, picking at the little cotton fibers coming off of it that Hinata would berate her for picking at normally. Himawari lays on the other side, drawing large swirls on paper, refusing a hard surface to draw on. She insisted that drawing on the cushion of the bed made the pictures look cooler. Hinata shook her head, but Hanabi agreed. Even if the sound of paper crinkling into the bedsheets makes her cringe slightly.

“Like this, big sis?” Himawari hastily turns the paper around to face Hanabi, who rolls on her side to look at it. She scans the paper and frowns at a distinct-looking symbol. A line with branching out curves, and little dots around it. It looks suspiciously like the Sarutobi clan symbol.

“Why don’t you try drawing this, Hima?” Hanabi pulls a ribbon from her hair, stamped with the Hyūga clan symbol, and lays it in front of her. Himawari wrinkles her nose and pushes it away. How rude. She watches as Himawari quickly doodles a fairly impressive replica of their clan symbol, then points at it.

“That one’s easy, see?” Hanabi watches her do another, this time the simple spiral of the Uzumaki. “And this one! I wanna draw a new one, and big brother Kono gave me this!”

Himawari slides off the bed, her little footsteps pattering the floor as she bolts to her room, then returns with one of Konohamaru’s armbands. She slams it on the bed, then heaves herself back up on it. So her suspicions were correct.

What the hell is he playing at?!

“He gave you this?” Hanabi tries not to let poison touch her tone as she reaches out for the band. She flinches slightly when she touches it, as if it has some sort of curse on it like it’ll turn her fingers blue and purple. She grasps it in her fingers and rubs the pad of her thumb over the sewn-in symbol. “Stupid Sarutobi…”

“Are you talking ‘bout big brother?” Himawari bats her eyelashes, but she doesn’t look at her. “’s not nice to call someone stupid, big sister.”

Hanabi breathes out of her mouth, flapping her lips slightly as she does.

“An’ big brother is really nice to me.” Hanabi blinks before looking at her niece. “He throws me in the air an’ gives me chocolates even when mama says no.”

“Hima.” Hanabi smiles a little; she can’t help it.

“He says you’re real pretty.”

“He…what? To you?”

“I said I wanna be pretty like mama an’ big sister,” Himawari tells her, going back to her drawing. “He said big sister is real b-bootiful? He says it means pretty. I think he just forgot about mama.”

Hanabi grimaces as she looks back down at the band. She pulls it up to her nose and inhales, feeling herself getting soft. She pulls the material between her hands, looping each side in each index finger.

“You should get married, like mama and papa.”

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“Shit!” Hanabi gasps, dropping the band. A small tear splits the top middle of the band.

“That’s okay,” Himawari placates, barely looking up. “Mama can fix it.”

“I can, too,” Hanabi mumbles, pressing the sides back together as if that will do it.

“You wanna keep it?” Himawari looks up now, still scribbling away with her crayon. Hanabi pulls the band to her chest and doesn’t even think before nodding her head. Himawari gives her a big, toothy smile where one is missing in the front (courtesy of Hanabi wrapping it in floss and tying the other end to a door handle, then slamming the door for her, to which they both cheered when it popped out). Himawari reaches out her tiny little hand and pats Hanabi’s three-times larger one, adorably and endlessly kind. “Keep it. I tell big brother I lost it.”

“Okay.” Hanabi feels her upper lip tremble a little because she thinks Himawari’s heart is too good for this cold world. Tries not to think about all the heartache of the fourth war and everything that led up to it. Tries not to think about her little body being stabbed through, like her sisters, or her cousin’s. Tries not to think that Himawari is destined for the shinobi life, too. Tries to think that maybe, things will be different with her sister as her mother, and Naruto as her father, and with her and Konohamaru around to protect them.

Hanabi gives her niece a suffocating hug, one that lasts far longer than Himawari could possibly want, but she feels the need to hold onto her. Make sure she knows how much she adores her little self.

Hanabi returns to her home with a heavier heart.

She’s been avoiding confronting how fucking terrible she feels, but it seems the world has different plans for her, shoving remnants of Konohamaru in her face everywhere she goes.

She spends two hours with one of Natsu’s old sewing kits, trying her best to match the reds and stitch this stupid band back together.

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“I think…I want to get pregnant.”

Konohamaru freezes, mouth full of gyoza and eyes fixed ahead as Hanabi hums next to him, chopsticks scraping against her plate.

“Re—” He pauses to swallow his food, before slowly turning to her. “Repeat that?”

“You heard me, Kono.” She doesn’t look up, instead plucks a gyoza up to pop in her mouth. She chews slowly as the cogs in his mind slowly turn, working out the declaration.

Suddenly, visions of Hanabi’s belly swollen flash through his mind and he almost chokes. He snatches his water up and glugs it down before taking in a deep inhale. He blinks at her as she deliberately looks up at him and locks eyes with his. He opens his mouth just a bit to breath out, “with my baby?”

If there was any lustful look in her eye, it vanished with those words as she squinted at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Well—”

“Of course your baby! You’re my husband, idiot!”

“Right—right—uh, so—”

Hanabi sighs, loudly. For as good as Konohamaru is at his job as a sensei and team leader, he’s very bad at taking news like this.

“Right—right now? Like, I mean—” Konohamaru drops his chopsticks, already pushing his chair back to get up. “We could go to the bedroom? Or, uhm—even here would be fine.”

Finally, she smiles, just slightly. He’s always been like a puppy, especially when she instigates intimacy. He’s already assessing the table, clearly thinking of the fastest way to clear it. She grabs the end of his long sleeve and tugs him back down, and he looks at her questioningly. She shakes her head. “Konohamaru, I’m still on protection, so no, not this second.” His face falls and it’s actually very cute to her. “Even if we did, it wouldn’t take yet…I just thought we should, well, you know. Talk about it first, whether you want—”

“Yes.”

Hanabi looks up at his quick response with surprise. He looks dead serious. “Well, don’t you want to think on it a little bit before—”

“Nope.” He shakes his head, quickly, reaching out to grasp her hand and pulls it into both of his. “I don’t need to think about it, at all. Having a kid with you would be a dream, Hanabi.”

“I—” Her breath catches as she meets his eyes, scanning them. His expression turns warm as he pulls her hand up to her lips, kisses the back of her knuckles. He’s always so loving with her, she can’t help but melt. He tugs her out of her seat towards him and she relents, letting herself slide into his lap. His arms encircle her and she sighs, shallowly. “Well…I want to, too…is now…okay?”

“I’ve just been waiting on you.” He shrugs, unbothered and she tilts her head. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m completely ready.”

“Oh…” She dips her head, inhaling a little breath. “I suppose I could stop my pill, then.”

His arms tighten around her briefly, then one hand leaves to grasp her chin, pulling her to look at him. She smiles at the eagerness in his eyes, letting him pull her in for a kiss. When they part, he whispers, “how…how soon, then?”

“About four weeks…”

“Hmm…” he hums, licking his lips and she can’t help but watch it. His lips upturn into a smirk. “Then we better—uh—practice, huh? Like training—”

“Oh—!” She rolls her eyes, pulling out of his lap. “You idiot.”

“Your idiot.” He gets up to follow her, wrapping her up and she already knows she can’t resist him when he’s like this.

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kiljoius-writes · 11 months

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kiljoius-writes · 10 months

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Chapter 3/5: Romance is Boring

“How was it?”

“How was what?”

Konohamaru bites his lip in amusement at Hanabi’s panicked voice answering her sisters.

“The…beach…?” Hinata asks, tilting her head as they both take a seat with the Uzumaki’s at the barbeque restaurant they were about to eat at. He looks over to see her face growing red.

“Hot,” Konohamaru interjects, resting his elbows on the table. “Pretty tiring, Hanabi was all sweaty, right?”

He sees her jaw flex, clearly gritting her teeth. He smirks.

“It was fine.”

“Just fine?” Hinata asks, curiously. “You love the beach, Hanabi. I thought you’d be excited.”

“Oh, she loved it,” Konohamaru continues, bumping his foot into hers. “Had a great time, I could tell.”

He’s not lying, anyway.

And apparently, she really had had a great time, because when they returned to the village, she was rolling in his bed with him more often than he could have imagined.

He’d been told by women that he was good, but to have Hanabi Hyūga visiting him nightly (and sometimes daily, too) made him feel like a damn king.

Suddenly, Konohamaru found himself with Hanabi a lot.

His friends took note.

“Please don’t tell me you’re fucking Hanabi.”

“Wh—what?!” Konohamaru hits his fist into his chest as he chokes on a piece of karaage, eyes blowing wide as he looks up at Moegi.

“Damn, right here, right now?” Udon asks in a joking voice, elbowing Moegi as he pulls his beer to his lips. “Brutal, Moegi.”

“Konohamaru,” Moegi says, warningly as she eyes him over her beer, “tell me you aren’t.”

“The hell—” He grabs his own beer and glugs it down, stalling. He sets it back down before shaking his head. “Not your business.”

“Oh GODS!” Moegi slams her hand on the table between them, shaking everything on it forcefully. “You disgusting pervert!”

“Nice one.” Udon raises his fist towards Konohamaru who glances at it before rolling his eyes. Udon drops the hand. “Is she as nimble as they say?”

“They say?” Konohamaru perks an eyebrow, trying not to let a hint of jealousy cling to his words. “Who says?”

“I dunno.” Udon shrugs. “A few of the guys.”

“Udon!” Moegi punches his shoulder. “Shut your drooling mouth! None of those guys have ever bedded Hanabi, I know it.”

“How would you?” Konohamaru leans back, bringing his beer to his chest, hoping she’s right.

“Because Hanabi would tell me,” she points out, tapping her chopsticks against her plate, “she doesn’t sleep with just anyone. But…you guys have been…”

“Hanging all over each other,” Udon finishes, taking a sip.

“We haven’t.” Konohamaru shakes his head and Moegi scoffs.

“Yeah right. You guys went on that vacation, and ever since, I can count on one hand the number of times I haven’t seen you with her.” She holds up a finger. “You guys were at the training grounds together.”

“Saw you guys go into a movie together,” Udon adds, and Moegi lifts another finger.

“You brought her for drinks the other night.” Another finger.

“You’re offering to babysit the Uzumaki kids a lot more often.” Another.

“You guys actually took a mission together last week.” Moegi’s hand splays out.

“Not to mention the dozens of times I see her trying to be sneaky at your window.”

Konohamaru pales. Moegi closes the hand into a triumphant fist.

“Mhm.” Moegi looks at him smugly, folding her arms over her chest. “Gotcha.”

Udon barks a laugh, pushing his glasses up his nose. “That last one was a lie, idiot.”

“Fuck…” Konohamaru mutters, looking away.

“How’d you do it?” Udon inquires, leaning in, and Moegi joins him.

“Seriously?” Moegi pushes as he leans back from their leering gazes. “She hates you. Or hated you, I guess. She would have rather died than let you put your grubby hands on her.”

Konohamaru taps his finger on the table, staring down at his empty plate. He brings his beer back up to his lips, contemplating whether to tell his stupid friends anything.

Because, if Konohamaru is honest, he’s not even sure.

The past two months had been a whirlwind of passion with Hanabi.

They hadn’t officially declared themselves anything concrete. If it had to be described as anything, it would be friends with benefits—even if they hadn’t ever really been friends.

And Moegi was a huge proponent that being friends with benefits was a dangerous path, and Konohamaru couldn’t help but agree.

Mostly because he was falling victim to those dangers.

Feelings.

“It’s…nothing,” he sighs, setting his beer back down to pull out his coin pouch.

Moegi gasps, eyes growing wide. “Oh no.”

“Moegi…” Konohamaru grumbles, digging for money.

Udon raises his eyebrows, glancing from Moegi to Konohamaru. “Oh, shit. He’s…not…”

Moegi leans in. “Falling in love…”

“With…”

“Hanabi?!” Moegi and Udon gasp in unison, pressing their shoulders together.

“You guys are shitty together,” Konohamaru huffs, dumping a random amount of money on the table, desperate to escape this encounter.

“No, no, no!” Moegi whines, covering her face as Udon sighs, shaking his head.

“Konohamaru, you’re an idiot,” Udon tsks, Moegi nodding in agreement.

“He’s going to be a crying, heartbroken mess in two months.” He hears Moegi tell Udon.

“I give it one.”

Konohamaru stomps out of the restaurant and takes a deep breath of air in, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He isn’t falling for Hanabi.

Is he?

As Hanabi buries her face into a pillow, her skin is practically burning on her back from Konohamaru’s lips leaving trailing kisses there. As he thrusts into her, one hand guides her hip and the other relentlessly teases her clit. Explosive energy is building up in her, and she tries to tell him, beg him—then, suddenly, he’s pulling out of her and flipping her onto her back, dropping back onto his elbows and covering her lips with his own.

As he pushes into her again, she lets her muffled moans travel from her mouth directly into his, hooking her legs around his hips. His hand travels down her stomach until it reached her clit again and she keens loudly, his lips leaving her as he braces himself with one hand. She squeezes her eyes shut, clutching the fabric of the sheets underneath them as heat builds in her core once more. “Fuck—Konohamaru!” she whines, hips bucking upwards as she feels it wash over her.

“Coming for me?” he whispers eagerly, and she knows he’s admiring her. Every single time he drags an orgasm out of her, he takes her in with his eyes. Seems he really enjoys watching her, and she doesn’t really mind, as long as he keeps gracing her with those fingers.

“Yes, yes—” she gasps out, pulling a hand up to grip the pillow under her and bite down on it.

“Gods, you’re gorgeous,” he groans, fingers still working her clit even as she comes down. “Fucking beautiful.”

She pants under him, unable to respond as her other hand wanders to the dip of his back, fingernails digging. She feels herself spasming around him as his thrusts become longer and slower, dragging her slick along himself. She reaches down to push at his hand. “Kono—stop—”

��Really?” he whispers, leaning back in to cover the crook of her neck with his lips, “you want me to stop?”

“With—with your hand—” she whines, grabbing at his wrist, “it’s sensitive!”

“Mhm,” he mumbles against her skin, digging his teeth in before releasing, “and you feel amazing around me when you come.”

“Fu—ah—” She arches her back as his fingers remain there, rubbing deep circles. “Kono—”

“One more,” he begs quietly, and she can’t even pretend to dislike it, he’s just so damn charming, “then I’ll stop.”

“Fu—fine!” she whimpers, reaching up to wipe at her face, a mixture of tears and sweat on her cheeks. He trails his lips up from her neck to her cheek to kiss them away.

“You’re so good to me,” he whispers against her cheek, pressing his hips deeply into hers, filling her completely before stilling himself there, fingers still relentless. She pants, pushing her nose into the pillow below her, clenching around him. “Hanabi, I’m fucking addicted to you.”

“Shut up,” she breathes out, shaking her head.

“It’s true.” He covers her lips with his and bites down on her lip. She cries out, legs tightening around him instinctively. He releases the lip. “I can’t stop thinking about you, making love to you.”

“Don’t call it that." She digs her fingernails deeper into his skin until they feel slightly wet with blood. He hisses quietly, burying his nose into her hair.

“Why?” he asks, still working her over even as he remains inside of her. “Every day for the past month—”

“It’s not—”

“Come for me, honey.”

She gasps, whines, twists.

“Come for me,” he repeats, pulling himself back up to look at her again, “fuck, yes.” His way with pillow talk is so much better than any other guy she’s ever been with. He could have her a mess with just a few words and she tries to pretend that pisses her off. As her walls flex and her legs tighten, he runs his fingers through her hair, pulling her face back up to look at him, and she finally opens her eyes, finding his face overcome with hunger. That was the only way she could describe it, the relentless hunger he had for her, for her body and everything she gave him. Then he leans down to kiss her, and she kisses him back. He pulls back just a bit, his lips still teasing hers, and then—“I love you, Hanabi.”

“Fuck—!”

Hanabi moans, louder than she had before as she feels herself gush, tighten around him, wet and sloppy, and—what?

“What the—” she gasps out, “what did you—”

“I love you,” he repeats, he sounds so sure, “I fucking love you, Hanabi—”

“Get off of me!” she yelps, pulling her hands to her chest, “what the hell—”

“Really?” he breathes, “you don’t love this?” She gasps as he pulls out of her and quickly works his way down until he’s between her legs, his tongue on her.

“You didn’t say that—” she huffs as he drags his tongue along her slit, lips covering her clit. She grabs at his hair and pulls, harshly. “Kono—”

“I fucking love you,” he repeats, though it's muffled as he pushes his tongue inside of her, and she has no choice but to dig her fingernails into his scalp. “I love you, I love this—” She bucks her hips into his mouth as he speaks, “—I love your body, your eyes, your smile—” She whines as his finger enters her, immediately curling upwards. “How you talk, how you fight.” She grips his hair tighter. “How you look when I’m fucking you.”

“Kono!” she moans, urgently trying to bring him up, and he finally relents, fingers pulling out of her with a lewd sucking sound. “Fuck—what are you—” He cuts her off as he pushes himself back inside of her, grabbing her from under the knees to pull her apart as he rests on his shins.

“I don’t care—” he pants, the sound of their skin slapping and her moans filling the room, “—I love you, Hanabi.”

“Kono—” she whines, pulling the pillow over her face as he pumps in and out of her, until she feels him twitch inside of her and his movements come to an abrupt halt, filling her to the hilt. “Gods!”

Then he collapses on top of her, arms coming around her waist to hold her tightly up against his chest. “I don’t care, Hanabi, I really don’t—” She tenses up. “I'm in love with you”

“You—you can’t-“ She instinctively wraps her arms around him.

“I already am,” he breathes into her neck, pulling her closer if that was possible. “I’m already in love with you.”

“You’re an idiot,” she sighs, turning her face away. "You’re a horny idiot. You’re in love with fucking me.”

“That, too,” he admits, slowly pulling up from her. "But I love you, too. All of you.”

“Shut up,” she shoots back, forcing her palm into his cheek to push him away. He reaches up to grab the hand and pushes it back into the bed.

“I won’t,” he inhales, pushing the wrist in harder, “won’t shut up until you understand—"

“You’re so dumb.” She shakes her head, trying to wiggle her wrist away. “Delusional, you just love being inside of me.”

“Of course, I do,” he breathes, grabbing her other wrist to pull above her head, “I love every single part of you.”

“I’ve treated you like garbage for ten years." She finally looks up to lock her eyes with his.

“I don’t care. I fucking love you.”

“You can’t love me.”

Konohamaru pauses to look at her, really look at her.

He hadn’t planned on going about it this way, but he didn’t even regret it when it slipped out. In fact, he leaned into it.

Konohamaru had always worn his heart on his sleeve, and Hanabi had always poked at that heart in some way or another. He never had expected her to rip it off and take it for her own, though.

For months, they’d been acting like a couple. She was in his bed every night or every other night barring missions. He was taking her on dates, kissing her in public (despite her resistance), and calling her his girlfriend to anyone who asked. And Konohamaru decided that he had in fact fallen for Hanabi.

So as they lay in a hotel bed together after attending some clan leader's wedding that she had been expected to go to (and that she had invited him as her date for), Konohamaru decided now was the time. After watching several haughty men approach her and be swiftly rejected, he had to make sure she knew.

“I can love you,” he retorts, leaning down to take her lips with his, and he smirks against them when she returns the kiss. Then he trails his lips down the corner of her mouth, her chin, her neck, reaches her chest and begins drawing circles with his tongue around her nipple. He tightens his grip on her wrists as she wiggles under him, then pulls them together to lock into his one hand. He brings the other hand back down to find her hip and steady her.

“Y—you can’t,” she pants out, and he decides he wants to hear her panting out her words for the rest of his life. He drags his finger across her hip bone, dipping back between her legs to find her clit again. “Kono, gods!”

That, too. He wants to hear her cursing his name underneath him for the rest of his life, too.

He whispers into her chest, “let me love you,” before wrapping his lips around the teased nipple, simultaneously dipping his finger between her puffy folds.

“No-” she exhales shallowly, but he ignores it, instead deciding she wasn’t adequately taken care of if she wasn’t screaming his name.

So he moves quickly, releases her wrists and pulls his hand from between her thighs, and spreads her wide open. He positions himself against her opening and pushes in, slowly, while running his thumb over her clit, swollen from his relentless teasing of it the entire night.

“F—fuck—” She reaches out for him on instinct. That makes his heart flutter, the way she needs him, and she can’t even hide it. He grins, willingly obliging, coming back to rest on top of her again. He keeps his hand between them as he fills her and her arms wrap around his neck, forcing his nose into the crook of hers. “Kono, please—!”

“What, honey?” he mumbles against her neck, trailing his lips to her ear. He connects his lips there, asking, “what do you need?”

“Ahh—” she gasps out as his tongue teases her, his fingers tease her, he teases her. “I don’t—I don’t—”

He groans into her neck as he feels her tighten around him. “Fuck Hanabi,” he grinds out, nearly coming himself as her walls suck him in, “how—” he inhales sharply as her heels dig into his back, “—how do you expect me not to fall in love when—” he feels her nails digging again, “—you’re so damn perfect—”

He pulls his arm from her back to drag himself up from her, just enough to capture that pretty flushed face as she comes for him. It’s almost unreal how much he enjoys watching her come, almost more than coming himself—but not quite. It really does it for him when he can see her moaning, gasping, struggling to breathe as he works her over, and—

Fuck—

“Come for me,” she breathes, coming down from her own high and the words shove him over the edge. When she reaches up to drag her fingers into that spot behind his ear, he groans a deep, throaty groan, leaning into the touch as she whispers, “that’s right, good boy…”

Then he collapses.

He might have overdone it when he lost track of how many rounds they had gone because he almost instantaneously falls asleep on top of her.

Hanabi sighs shallowly as she wraps her arms around Konohamaru’s neck, letting him be cradled by her as he sleeps.

He had to be going insane.

Drunk off her, maybe. She had that effect on people, she figured.

Let me love you.

“Damn…” she sighs against the crown of his head.

Well, this wasn’t what Hanabi expected when she stumbled into the shower with Konohamaru.

Amazing sex? Well, she had heard he was good in bed and he did not disappoint. Someone to drag with her to clan events? He made good company, it was easy for them to banter insults about the posh people who attended them. A sparring partner who actually gave her a run for her money? Hyūga trained with Hyūga and that was terribly boring, training with Konohamaru was fun and he always kept her on her toes (and subsequentially curling them).

But love?

Hanabi couldn’t love him, and he couldn’t love her, either.

Hanabi has too much baggage and him not enough. She’s a mess, and she decided a long time ago, no one should be forced to love this mess. And now that she actually kind of cares about Konohamaru, she’s certain she can’t let him end up loving her, either. He’s actually…kind of sweet.

Not kind of, he is sweet. He bandages her hands for her when he notices she’s cut up after sparring, he sweeps her up by the legs and arms to carry up hills, he washes her hair for her and spoils her in bed. If Hanabi didn’t know any better, she’d think her heart was melting whenever he did those things. She never thought her heart to be soft and squishy like her sisters until Konohamaru.

And he’s not just sweet, he’s funny, brave, and surprisingly intelligent. Calling him dumb as rocks was her and Udon’s favorite insult for him, but that just wasn’t true, she realized. His quick wit stopped surprising her within weeks of hanging around him in some friendly capacity.

When Moegi and Udon began fake-gagging anytime they were together, she knew she was getting too close.

Hanabi gasps and shoves Konohamaru off of her when some deep rumbling comes from his chest.

He also snores.

She couldn’t love someone who snored. No, that was simply unacceptable.

Tiredly, she drags herself to the bathroom to get ready for bed, and promptly falls asleep next to him, praying he won’t invade her dreams tonight.

Not that he hadn’t been in them every night since that day.

Konohamaru chose not to bring it up the next day, decided to let her stew in his confession of love for a little longer.

She’d come around, he knew it. He’d make her come around; he had no problems doing that. She just needed some time, he figured, and that was okay. It had only been around 6 months since that day at the beach, but he was sure of it. He had fallen in love with Hanabi, just like his stupid friends told him.

6 months might not be enough time to convince her, so he’d just have to keep at it. Keep taking her on dates, keep tagging along wherever she went, keep making sure she was satisfied in bed. Being a clan heir must be exhausting, and he would ensure he was there to take a little stress off of her.

So when they go on a relatively relaxed mission together a month later, a delivery, he corners her.

“We have a couple of extra days,” he tells her as he grabs her hand, pulling her towards him before she can react. She gasps and stumbles into him, hands pressing up against his chest as she looks at him. He smiles down at her, really enjoying the way she fits just right up against him. He’d dated plenty, but Hanabi was really the first tall girl he had dated, and he clearly didn’t know what he was missing. He still towers over her, but it’s kind of nice not bending halfway down to kiss a girl. Especially a girl as beautiful as she is. Her beauty had just been lost on him for the last decade because she had been such a mean girl.

“So?” she asks, tilting her head curiously. A little smile ghosts her lips and he leans in to take them with his own. She giggles into the kiss, and he pulls her in closer until her chest is flush against his. That's a good sign. He wants more good signs.

He pulls back just slightly to speak, “so the Waterfall village is less than a day away…we could stay there tonight.”

“Oooh.” She bites her lip as he pulls back a bit more to take in her pretty smile. “It is very pretty there.”

“Like you.”

“Oh.” she shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “When did you start saying such cheesy things?”

“Ah,” he says with a grin, rubbing his nose against hers, “I’ve always said cheesy things, just not to you.”

“I see.” She raises an eyebrow. “I should consider myself so lucky.”

“Lots of people would think so,” he agrees with a nod, leaning in to take her for another kiss before she can return with yet another snarky remark.

Being teased by her had always made his blood boil in the past, but now, it makes his heart feel light.

He pulls away and then turns his back to her, crouching to his knees. He looks back at her curious expression and waves her towards him, “I’ll carry you.”

“Oh!” She laughs, swatting the top of his head. “I’m perfectly find walking.”

“I know that,” he clarifies, nudging his head, “but I want to. Please?”

She clicks her tongue, rolls her eyes, but she still has a smile on her face and pink cheeks.

All part of the plan.

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Pairing: Hanabi Hyūga/Konohamaru Sarutobi

Summary: They've never gotten along. How are they supposed to spend a vacation together?

Konohamaru braces himself to be tortured by Hanabi, not to fall in love with her.

July prompt: Enemies to Lovers

Rating: E for Smut

Chapter 1/5: Invitation

When Hanabi drops down from the top of the front gates of the Leaf Village with a pack strapped to her back, Konohamaru nearly turns on his heel and leaves.

“Oh, don’t look so frightened, Kono.” She reaches up to pat his head and he cringes away from her.

“Hm?” Hinata inquires, tilting her head at the two.

“Uhm…” Konohamaru darts his eyes over at Naruto who is grinning obliviously. “Big bro, you didn’t say…”

“Oh, yeah!” Naruto laughs, waving the group over. “Hinata invited Hanabi!”

“Big sister!” Himawari chirps as she bolts into Hanabi’s arms, who gladly picks her up and twirls her.

“Oh, someone’s glad to see me!” Hanabi responds brightly, holding the little girl above her head as she squeals in delight. When she plops her back on the ground, she raises her eyes to Konohamaru and furrows her eyebrows. “Unlike Kono.”

Konohamaru frowns purposefully low and sticks his tongue out at her. He catches the sight of her hand by her side with her middle finger up and he snorts. “Real nice, Hanabi.”

“I am nice, aw,” she sings, fingers rejoining the rest as she brings her hands to her cheeks, pushing them up so her eyes squint with a mocking smile. “Nice and cute, right?”

“Yes, of course.” Hinata nods, giggling. “Shall we?”

“You're happy to see me, aren’t you, Hima?” Konohamaru inquires, tilting his head down at the girl. She smiles and nods enthusiastically. He swiftly plucks her up now, too, and puts her on his shoulders. “More than big sis, right?”

“Huh?” Himawari asks with all the cutest naivety in the world while Hanabi glares at him.

“I wanna be carried!” Boruto whines, pouting up at Konohamaru. Before Hanabi can sneak in, Konohamaru's already swooping the boy up as well, tucking him under his arm.

“You’re gonna tire yourself out before we get there.” Naruto laughs, roughing his hand through Boruto’s hair.

“You’ll tire yourself out before we even make it out of the Leaf,” Hanabi quips quickly, smirking up at him. He huffs through his nose, refusing to pay her a look.

When Naruto asked him to come along on a vacation out to the Land of Waves, he hadn’t mentioned Hanabi would be there.

Well, he figured he had been invited mostly to keep an eye on Boruto and Himawari while Naruto and Hinata had some sort of alone time while they were there. He didn’t mind doing that, he enjoyed being around them. Now he knew it was a mistake to just assume things.

Hanabi and Konohamaru had never really gotten along.

Not that Hanabi ever let him show off what an amazing guy he is.

They graduated to genin at different times with Konohamaru being a year older, so they never really knew each other much before then.

Then she insisted on entering the chunin exams within a month of promotion to genin. Her sensei foolishly allowed this, and in the end, Konohamaru had been the one to beat her in the battle portion.

She never really let go of that.

And honestly, he never really felt bad about it, either.

It was the chunin exams. And it was nearly ten years ago, now!

They were adults, both in their twenties, and here she is, still holding onto something so petty. It's ridiculous, and he won’t be made to take pity on her. So he simply avoided her whenever possible, kept his distance if they missioned together, tried to make excuses to leave whenever she came around.

Of course, when Naruto and Hinata became an item, that became harder. A lot harder.

He almost resented the fact she drove a wedge in his relationship with Naruto. He was his big bro before she ever came into the picture, and now she acted like she’d been there the whole time. Like she deserved to intrude on their time. It was rude!

Once, Naruto suggested they go on a date when they were in their late teens.

They responded with a resounding refusal.

“HELL NO!”

“Absolutely NOT .”

It was probably the first time they were on the same page, both hurling glares at Naruto as he laughed at them.

Then, of course, Boruto would get involved.

“Aunt Temari and Uncle Shikamaru are married…so are Aunt Ino and Uncle Sai. So you guys are married, too.”

“Boruto, if I ever hear that out of your mouth again, you may have no mouth left to speak with.”

Boruto was confused, so Hinata gently explained it to him.

As Himawari got older, she was expressing similar sentiments. Thankfully, she was still young and didn’t really understand anything about relationships outside of the scope of her mother and father, and they were able to get ahead of it before it would become a problem.

At Himawari’s fourth birthday, Naruto pointed out that Konohamaru and Hanabi were getting kind of close to each other, and Himawari immediately launched.

“THEY’RE JUST FRIENDS PAPA.”

Oh, that was embarrassing.

Also a little funny, because they weren’t even friends.

Yes, a vacation sounded nice, but now with Hanabi here, it was bound to be hell.

Konohamaru braces himself and ignores Hanabi’s smirking gaze.

Hanabi specifically accepted this invite because Konohamaru would be there.

She never missed the chance to mess with him, no matter what.

Assigned a diplomatic mission, but Konohamaru was headed the same way on a shinobi mission? They should go together!

Taking Mirai, Boruto, and Himawari to the Tanabata festival? Hanabi deserved to go as their aunt.

Moegi inviting her out for drinks? Would Konohamaru be there? She’d be there, too.

Her cousins never let her forget the Third’s scrappy grandson took her down in the chunin exams, so she’d never let him forget her, either.

Her bids to spar with him often went unanswered, and if he did answer, it was always to leave him alone.

Was it petty? Absolutely, and she knew it.

What compelled her? She reasoned revenge. But it had been nearly ten years now. Maybe there were other reasons, but she chose not to think on those. It didn’t matter.

Besides, he wasn’t so bad to look at. Once they got into their late teens, in fact, he became downright good to look at. So that didn’t hurt. Not that she’d ever, ever dare to tell him that.

She chose to let him think that when she stared at him, it was because he looked like an alien to her.

“Give me my nephew,” she demands once they were a few kilometers out, Hinata and Naruto further ahead chatting happily.

“No.” He turns his nose up at her as Boruto struggles under his arm.

“Yes!” Boruto calls back, “this doesn’t feel good!”

Hanabi raises her eyebrows expectantly as Konohamaru sighs, leaning down to put the boy on the ground.

“Come here, Boruto,” she beckons him, “come to your favorite!”

Boruto stops and looks up at both of them, confusion on his face.

“Don’t do it, Boruto,” Konohamaru warns, glaring down at the boy.

“Come!” Hanabi holds out her hands. “Come on!”

“Boruto…”

“Boruto!”

“You’re being weird!” Boruto cries, bolting past them to grab at his mother’s skirt. Hinata looks down curiously, then looks back at the two. Hanabi huffs irritably and crosses her arms while Konohamaru chuckles.

“You think it’s funny to turn my nephew against me?!” Hanabi snaps, resisting the urge to punch his shoulder while he carries her niece.

“Kind of funny, yeah.” He nods, eyeing her.

“You’re an asshole.”

Himawari gasps and covers Konohamaru’s ears. His grin is shit-eating. “Big sis! Mommy said those words are bad.”

“Actually, Hima,” Hanabi starts, tilting her head, “I think they’re completely appropriate when it comes to certain Sarutobi’s.”

“Huh?” Himawari leans forward, completely confused by what she had said.

“You’re dumb, you know that?” Konohamaru pulls one of Himawari’s hands from his ears while looking at Hanabi. “You always talk to them like they’re adults. They’re kids, Lady Heiress.”

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

“Lady Princess? Princess Heiress? Or just princess? You act like one.”

“Big sis is a princess!” Himawari chimes in brightly, beaming down at Hanabi. Despite her frustration, she smiles up at her niece.

“Regardless, you’re not good with kids,” he points out, “you frighten them.”

“Himawari.” Hanabi reaches up for her niece and pulls her off of Konohamaru who doesn’t put up much of a fight. She settles her on her hip.” Do I frighten you?”

Himawari is silent for a moment as she tilts her head. “Yes.”

Konohamaru howls.

“What?!” Hanabi gasps, “why?!”

“When your eyes get all big and pop.” Himawari points up at her face. “But I still love you!”

Hanabi sighs, shaking her head. She sets the girl down, ushers her away with a, “go to your father, Hima.”

“Okay!” Himawari skips ahead of them to catch up with the rest of the Uzumaki’s.

“Told you.” Konohamaru smirks that ugly smirk, resting his hands behind his neck. “Lady Hanabi Hyuga, terrorizing children everywhere she goes.”

“You’re a dick,” she huffs, looking away, “and soft. Maybe they love you so much because they can tell you’re just a weak idiot. They can take advantage of you.”

“That’s harsh.” He raises an eyebrow. “Wasn’t so soft when I took you down in the chūnin exams...”

Now she punches his arm and he recoils, hissing. “And you’ve never given me a rematch. I would bury you if you did, and that’s why you always say no.”

Konohamaru snickers, shaking his head.

“Coward.”

His laughter is quickly cut off and he frowns, glaring at her. “Don’t go there.”

“Go where?” she asks, innocently pulling her hands behind her back to clasp. “Point out that you're afraid? Afraid of the big bad Hyūga? Because you know she’d beat your ass?” His face is quickly turning red and it brings her a high amount of amusement. “You are a coward!”

“I’m gonna go ahead and quit this conversation now, before I do something I regret.”

“Mhm. Coward.”

“Hanabi…”

“Hm?”

“You’re a bitch.”

Now she laughs, loudly. “Excuse me?!”

Konohamaru stares at the ground with wide eyes.

Did that really come out of his mouth?

Couldn’t be. He’d never—

“Yeah, I said it.”

Oh gods. I’ll be dead within minutes.

Hanabi clicks her tongue and he feels her eyes boring a hole into him. “You’re right.”

“What?” He looks up, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion and anger. “The hell?”

“When did you grow balls, little Sarutobi?” She punches his arm lightly now, almost fondly, smirking up at him.

Konohamaru contemplates for a moment. “Moegi says that term is outdated.”

“Oh, right. We’re saying ovaries now.”

Now Konohamaru laughs, feeling a little more relaxed. “Uh—sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

“Sure you did.” She doesn't look at him. “And I mean it, too. You’re a coward.”

Konohamaru glares at her as she skips ahead to catch up with her sister.

Never mind.

A few hours later after avoiding interacting with her, halfway to the Land of Waves, they stop at a little village that specialized in tourism. Everything one could need for a trip to the coastal city: beach balls, surfboards, floaties, sunscreen, sand toys, and more. Hinata and Naruto left the kids in their care while they went to inspect the food stands.

Konohamaru has a funny idea.

“Since I’m your favorite,” he declares, causing both kids to look up at him as they stop in front of a bright, colorful toy store, “we’re gonna go in there and I’m buying you each whatever toy you want.”

“Really?!” Boruto gasps, and Himawari is already bolting into the store.

Hanabi lowers her eyes at him, he can see it in his peripheral, and he smirks, ushering Boruto in.

They follow the kids as they inspect toy after toy until Himawari lands on a large, stuffed giraffe.

“This one!” she proclaims. It's bigger than her. Konohamaru frowned.

“Well, actually…that’s kind of big to be carrying around, Hima. We’d have to carry it back…”

Hanabi cuts in, “I’ll get it for you, Hima.”

“Yay, big sister!” she squeals as Hanabi picked it up.

“Since I’m your favorite,” Hanabi speaks mockingly at Konohamaru as she crouches down, pushing the giraffe’s face to Himawari's cheek and making a kissing sound, “right?”

“Yes!” Himawari confidently says, throwing her arms around the giraffe.

“You’re carrying it,” Konohamaru scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“No, you are. You are the one who offered.” Hanabi shoves it into his arms and then goes after Boruto.

Konohamaru holds the giraffe in front of him and glares at it.

As Konohamaru pays for the toys the kids picked out, they exit together, and Hanabi beckons them. “Big sister is going to get you two ice cream!”

Hanabi smirks at Konohamaru’s look of disapproval.

“Ice cream, too?!” Boruto yells, eyes filled with wonder. Hanabi nods enthusiastically, leading them to an ice cream stand.

Boruto immediately points at the last item on the menu, a picture of a waffle cone topped with five different colored scoops of ice cream, whip cream, chocolate drizzle, sprinkles, and a cherry. Hanabi grimaces, avoiding Konohamaru’s knowing look. “Uhm, Boruto…you’ll never finish it, and you’ll get a tummy ache—”

“I’ll get it.” Konohamaru steps in, pulling out his coin pouch and Hanabi purses her lips, squinting at it.

“YES! Big bro for the win!” Boruto fist-pumps. She catches Konohamaru biting back a laugh as she scowls.

“Since I’m your favorite,” Konohamaru speaks in the same mocking tone she had used as he grasps the cone, then crouches in front of Boruto and offers it forward, “right?”

“Oh yeah!” Boruto greedily grabs the cone out of his hands and immediately bites into it.

“He’s going to be sick,” Hanabi growls toward him as she passes off a cup of strawberry ice cream to Himawari.

“And you’ll clean it up. You are the one who offered.” He looks at her, his grin wide.

Somehow, they had spent a good hour playing this game, indulging the children in too many presents and sweets until Hinata hastily collected them, scolding them for their recklessness.

They promptly broke off from one another without kids to look after, and Konohamaru finds himself inspecting a jewelry stand outside of a shop Hinata had gone inside with Himawari and Boruto. He examines it closely, trying to find the cheapest thing possible to bring back Moegi, who had insisted he find her a souvenir. He may like her better than Hanabi, but he wasn’t about to drop a chunk of change on some stupid accessory for her.

Then he hears whistling next to his head and a loud thud. On instinct, chakra begins flowing through his extremities as he jerks up to find the attacker—someone coming for Naruto?

His mouth drops open at the sight of Hanabi on top of a restaurant, crouched next to its chimney, grinning down at him.

“Oh my,” the woman running the stand whispers, having gone pale white at the attack, “is that a kunai? You—" She pointed at Konohamaru’s headband. “—shinobi! Leave, take your business elsewhere!”

Konohamaru ignores the woman as he turns to Hanabi, folding his arms. “Really, Hanabi?”

She snickers and hops from the roof of the restaurant to the roof of the shop next to the jewelry stand. “Fight me, Konohamaru Sarutobi!”

“You’re insane!” he yells back, instinctively reaching for his satchel, “we’re in civilian territory!”

“Spar, then!” she demands, standing tall with her hands on her hips. “Don’t be a coward!”

“You’re gonna learn a hard lesson if you keep saying that shit,” he shoots back, leaping onto the roof to shove his fingertip into her forehead. She promptly grabs the finger and twists, hard.

“Come on, Honorable Grandson.” She uses her other hand to grab his shoulder, forcing him down as he growls in frustration. “Teach me a lesson.”

Then she's on the hard ground below them, back slamming loudly. Everyone in the center of the village freezes.

He hops down and promptly puts his foot on her chest to restrain her. “Stay down, little Hyūga.”

“Oooh.” He didn’t expect the giggle and also didn’t expect to end up crashing into the jewelry stand.

No souvenir from this little village, he supposes.

Hanabi feels excitement bubble in her chest as she hops to her feet. She knows her eyes must look unhinged as she marches toward where Konohamaru lay in the broken wood. She plucks a sack of coins from her satchel and drops them in the old woman’s hands without even paying her a glance.

“This—this is unacceptable!” she cries. Then she opens the sack and her jaw fell. She promptly closes it, humming.

“You’re deranged,” he breathes as he peels himself up, all eyes still on the pair.

“Coward, coward, coward!” she proclaims far too proud, beaming at him as he stomps towards her, chakra flaring around his hands. She skips backward, ducking as he attempted to swipe at her. “Hit me, come on!”

She laughs as she continues dodging his attacks, fully enjoying the way his face becomes nearly purple with frustration. Just as he thinks he's about to get a hit in, she stabs her fingers into his side with a little chakra and cackles as he buckles.

But that had apparently been an act, because he immediately rolls forward and grabs her legs, forcing her to go tumbling into another stand, the wood cracking under her body.

He pulls himself up, but she's already up, too, and tackling him back down. She swings her legs over him and focuses chakra in her palm to close a chakra point. She gasps as he grabs her wrist and jerks his knee up, pushing the flat of his foot right into her chest to throw her backward.

“Shit!” she curses, skidding on her heel as he sprang to his feet.

“You’re gonna regret this, Hanabi!” he warns, pulling his hands together to start creating that familiar blue ball of chakra.

“Don’t think so!” she calls back, dipping her stance with her palms out.

“Raseng-“

“Rotat-“

Hanabi gasps as she feels herself yanked by the collar, and in a blur, she's being thrown to the ground in an unfamiliar area. She darts her eyes around, finding Konohamaru in the same position next to her, then—Naruto’s angry face, right in theirs.

“The hell are you two doing?!” Naruto demands, reaching out with both his bandaged hand and human hand to jab their foreheads. They both groan and reach up to cover the hit spot.

“She started it—”

“He was being—”

“I don’t care!” Naruto announces, straightening back out. “Whatever it is you two need to do, get it out of the way—WITHOUT civilians around!” He turns his back to them as he heads back to the little village. “Catch up when you're done, and don’t come back until you can be normal human beings with each other!”

“That’s great—” Konohamaru huffs as he climbs to his feet, “just great, Hanabi! Look what you did! You’re a damn psycho—”

“I’m not done!” Hanabi hops to her feet, stomping up to him. He glares down at her, shaking his head. He watches as white chakra flares around her hands and sighs, grabbing her wrists to pull them apart.

“I am.”

“No!” Her voice turns almost whiny as she tore her hands from his. “Fight me!” She reeled her hand back. “I demand it!”

“I know you’re used to people doing whatever you say,” he says as he blocks a hit, stepping backward, “but I’m not one of your little subjects!” Another hit, and his frustration's about to bubble over. “Hanabi! Knock it off!”

She doesn't respond as her hits came faster and harder and he finally letsout an exhausted groan, grabbing her forearm and twisting it.

“Don’t make me put you down like a damn dog,” he growls, shoving her toward the ground.

She immediately rolls over, propping herself up on her elbows, and winks. “Try it, babe.”

“Babe—?”

That was a mistake. She catches him off guard, and now he's being thrown right into the base of a tree.

Konohamaru is done.

If she wants him to put her in her place, then he had no choice but to oblige.

They went on like that for far too long, probably, but Konohamaru had no time to think about it because Hanabi really was a better fighter now.

She had been good when they battled in the chūnin exams, but she was truly powerful now. That gentle fist was no joke, he was just glad she hadn’t been able to close his primary chakra point. He briefly wondered whether she was intentionally avoiding it, but quickly decided that was certainly impossible. She’d have closed it straight away if she could, so he continued protecting his chest as they gradually became battered and bruised.

Finally, after what felt like hours, he has her pinned on the ground. He uses his shins to keep hers down (so she couldn’t kick) and shoves her wrists into the earth above her head (so she couldn’t punch), leans down to settle his chest on hers (so she couldn’t get leverage) and presses his forehead to her forehead (so she couldn’t headbutt him, because he knows she'd try). It was a hold Ebisu-sensei had taught him, and while it was fairly intimate (and uncomfortable for a grown man on top of a boy to be doing), it was effective.

He feels her chest heaving against his and has to assume she felt his, too. They're both taking haggard breaths as their eye contact remained unbroken.

Then she tilts her head up and her lips were on his.

He freezes—paralyzed, really. He doesn't even realize his grip has loosened on her wrists, and—

“FUCK!” he yells as he rolls off of her, clutching his chest.

Now she's on top of him, grinning that wild grin down at him as she holds his shoulders down. “Want me to close another?”

“Cheater!” he gasps, rubbing his chest, realizing that it wasn't his primary chakra point she’d closed—but damn, it was close. “You’re a damn cheat!”

“Art of seduction,” she damn near purs the words into his ear, leaning in close, until their noses were touching, and his eyes blow wide. “It’s part of the shinobi way, Konohamaru.”

“That was sexual harassment.”

“Oh please!” she laughs, pressing her forehead against his, “don’t tell me you didn’t like it.”

Konohamaru presses his lips in a thin line, glaring up at her.

Truth be told, he's not really sure if he did or not. He has no time to think about it.

Because in just as quick a motion, he grabs the back of her head and forces her to close the little distance that remained between their lips.

“Mmph—” she gasps against him, and he's…surprised that she hadn’t resisted. She hadn’t resisted at all.

And Konohamaru's not really sure what comes over him, because he finds his other arm snaking around her waist and pulling her flush against him. He pulls his knees up between hers, forcing her legs to straddle around his abdomen, and she's pushing down and he realizes—

Konohamaru Sarutobi is locked in a passionate kiss that Hanabi Hyūga is returning. Eagerly.

So he rolls her over and forces his knees between hers, resting his hips against hers as her arms wrap around his neck.

Is this actually happening?

He pulls the arm from around her back to grab her waist, burying his fingers there as her nails dig into his scalp, head tilting and lips parting. His head goes cloudy as he feels her tongue swipe against his lips, forcing them to immediately part for access on instinct. He pushes his tongue against hers, letting her run hers over his top teeth—he's not sure a girl had ever licked his teeth before but finds he doesn't hate it. Then he pushes back, attaching his teeth to her bottom lip and tugging it. When she lets out a breathy moan, he bites down harder.

Once he feels her hips rock up into his is when he knows he's on the edge—of what, he's not sure, but he's going to be shoved off it if he doesn’t stop this, now.

He quickly pulls his arms from her body, hands planted on the ground as he tears himself off of her. He stops to observe her in the seconds he has. Her face is flush, her lips swollen, her eyes closed, and she's leaning up as if to bring him back.

“Hanabi—” he breathes, causing her to pop her eyes open, “—what the hell?”

As if clarity had rushed her senses, her eyes turn fiery. “PERVERT!”

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Love Me the Way I Want to Be Loved

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Full YOTP Series Found Here

Pairing: Hanabi Hyūga/Konohamaru Sarutobi

Summary: Once upon a time, Hanabi was just that starry-eyed girl, read fairy tales like all the other little girls of the village before they start training to become kunoichi. The protagonist always finds that perfect person.

When she kisses him, it feels like her life finally begins.

June prompt: Proposal/Wedding Fic

Word Count: 6.8k

Rating: T

A/N: Context for those who haven’t read “Tag”: Eiji and Jun are Hanabi’s teammates. Tora was their sensei. Tadashi is Hanabi’s guard. Moriko is Konohamaru’s mother. This takes place shortly after Episode 50 (the infamous drunk scene of Boruto that set sail to this ship) so doesn't account for alien stuff or the Remon arc. This is an extension of Tag.

If you like this pairing and enjoy my writing to some extent, I'd recommend you check it out! It's a longfic about them. Thanks as always <3

Konohamaru doesn’t enjoy being irritated with Hanabi, but today, he is.

Everything was planned to the T for this. He prides himself on being a good planner, and today was no exception. It’s a plan he’s had in mind for a few months now. He was supposed to pick up Hanabi at four p.m. in the middle of July when the weather is the warmest. The sun would still be high in the sky, he’d take her to Ichiraku’s, where they’d had so many conversations from silly speculation to deep and emotional. Then to the dango spot they went to way back when they were kids, the same spot he lost a bet to her. As the sun goes down, he’d take her to the lake.

But it’s coming up on five, and while he’s been chatting with Tadashi inside of the Hyūga compound, he’s been tense. Outwardly, he’s doing his best to show indifference, just act happy with Tadashi, but inside, he’s kind of fuming. He tried really, really hard to make sure this was perfect. It doesn’t help that the clouds are slowly inching closer and closer, threatening to overtake the whole damn sky.

“I do wonder what holds Lady Hanabi up…” Tadashi comments offhandedly, peering off to the side. “She is a bit on the later side sometimes.”

“Not with me,” Konohamaru responds instinctively, knowing it sounds entitled, but it’s true, damnit. She’s not usually late with him. Tadashi looks back at him with this knowing smirk he’s been giving him since he was a kid, whether Konohamaru realized it or not. “It’s just—it was kind of an important date.”

“Date,” Tadashi says it with a chuckle behind his voice and Konohamaru shifts on his feet. It’s unsettling to say these things out loud after all this time, he figures it’s some sort of trauma from keeping the whole thing a secret for so long. Konohamaru’s eyes dart to Tadashi’s when they go veiny, byakugan activating, something he’s been doing out of courtesy for Konohamaru while they’ve been chatting. Konohamaru waits with anticipation as his face relaxes and turns to him. “She’s approaching with Eiji.”

Konohamaru debates whether he wants to accost her and berate her for being late, but decides even if it’s an hour late, he still wants to make the date special, so he decides against it. He hears Eiji’s loud laughter in the distance, then sees the two girls approaching and she’s…clearly pretty buzzed. He deflates.

“Heyyy!” Hanabi waves her arm big, the other wrapped around Eiji’s neck as they stumble against each other. “You’re early!”

“I’m – I’m what?” Konohamaru asks, frustration bubbling. “You’re late!”

“Four, right?” Hanabi asks, unhooking her arm from Eiji’s neck.

“Ah fuck,” Eiji says after pulling up her sleeve to check her watch. “It’s damn near five.”

“Wait, really?” Hanabi asks, double-taking at Eiji. “Shoot! I’m sorry, Kono.”

Konohamaru sighs, slumping over before grabbing her forearm to keep her steady as she stumbles towards him. “How many drinks did you guys have?”

“Err – “ Hanabi holds up her hand, counting on her fingers, then the other hand, and Konohamaru shakes his head. It really is just his luck for things to play out this way when he’s trying to do something actually important.

“It’s fine. Let’s get some food in your stomach, alright?”

“Can Eiji come?” Hanabi asks, batting her eyelashes up at him and Konohamaru grits his teeth. Another nail in his coffin.

Too polite for his own good, he shrugs and Eiji hollers, smacking him on the back. “Thanks, Kono~”

“You’re not allowed to call me that,” he snaps at her and Hanabi laughs, hooking her elbows around Konohamaru’s and Eiji’s.

Konohamaru accepted a long time ago that things never go quite as planned with Hanabi, made peace with it. He was just asking for one day. One day, that was it.

“Lemme guess,” Eiji ponders aloud, teasingly, “Ichiraku’s?”

“Yep!” Hanabi says, bubbly. He likes hearing her voice, even if she is slurring her words and letting her friend make fun of him. “Never could stop trying to be like big bro.”

“Ha-ha,” Konohamaru laughs, flatly, looking off to the side while Hanabi and Eiji giggle into each other’s faces. He’d rather she be happy than pouty, so he just lets it go. When they arrive at Ichiraku’s, they seat themselves at the bar, Teuchi happy as ever to see them, wondering out loud when the ‘old gang’ will get back together completely again.

“’Member when it was us three here with our dumb mentors?” Eiji asks, laughing as she takes her bowl of super-meat ramen happily. Hanabi laughs a bit and Konohamaru smirks.

“Oh gods! Yeah, right before exams? Oh my gosh, that was---that was when—”

Konohamaru peers out the side of his eye at her as Hanabi puts the pieces together in her head. Her chopsticks still in her hand, a noodle hanging out of her mouth. He chuckles, shoving the noodle back in her mouth.

“That was…when you kissed me.”

“Huh?” Eiji asks enthusiastically from the side, slurping a noodle with wide eyes at Hanabi. Konohamaru smirks a little as she hides her mouth behind her hand, dropping the chopsticks in her bowl, hiding her face behind her hair. Konohamaru decides to ham it up in front of Eiji, leans in on Hanabi, and grabs her cheek with one hand. He pulls her in to kiss her cheek and she giggles while Eiji mock-gags.

“Yep,” Konohamaru says with a smile as Hanabi buries her face in her hands like a schoolgirl, Eiji shaking her head. “That was when Hanabi got revenge on me for kissing her by, get this, kissing me.”

“Nasty!” Eiji’s not actually serious about her chiding, he can tell by the grin on her face.

“You’re embarrassing me,” Hanabi whines, pushing her bowl away. “You kissed me first, and come on! What was that about, anyway?”

“Is it so hard to believe I had a crush on you?” Konohamaru is 29 years old and has no shame about admitting this aloud to Hanabi. It was 18 years ago, there’s more shame in being shameful about it at this point.

“Yeah?” Hanabi asks, dropping her hands into her lap with a little smile on her face. It’s mischievous and sly and he loves it, more than words can describe. Konohamaru leans in and nods, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Yeah.”

“Well…maybe I did, too.”

“Don’t believe it,” he responds lightheartedly, leaning their heads in to press a kiss to her nose. Eiji bellows laughter next to Hanabi, causing them both to look at her.

“This is so stupid!” Eiji declares, slapping her chopsticks into the bowl. “You two have been dumb in love the moment you laid eyes on each other!”

“You would know?” Hanabi asks, leaning towards Eiji. Konohamaru decides this is Hanabi’s territory, but he’s interested, too.

“Mhm. The moment this dumb kid – “ Eiji points a finger at Konohamaru, albeit with a smile, “yelled your name and you looked at each other. It was a done deal.”

“Wooow,” Hanabi sings, shaking her head, “bold of you to assume I fell in love with this dummy then.”

“You’re both dummies,” Eiji points out with a smirk, plucking a piece of chive from Hanabi’s hair, who looks up in surprise. “You’ve been in love longer than all your silly little genin have been alive.”

“Eiji,” Konohamaru interjects. Eiji looks at him expectantly with those raised eyebrows, blinking. He laughs a little, then reaches for Hanabi’s chin to pull her towards him, deciding to utilize the moment while he has it. “I think she’s right.”

“Huh?” Hanabi asks, a little drunk and dumb. She moons her eyes at him and he just wants to swallow her up whole.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

He says it with all the sincerity inside of him, hoping it resonates. Even Eiji knows when to quit teasing, cause she holds her breath and slowly starts to get out of her seat.

“That’s dumb,” Hanabi breathes out like she lacks air.

“I’ll see you soon,” Eiji whispers in her ear, clearly getting the hint as she quickly leaves.

Konohamaru doesn’t even mind being left with her bill.

“I really do,” he whispers, tilting her head up so he can slot his lips to hers. He feels her sigh into them and that gives him a lot of comfort.

Her fingers wrap around his wrist and he decides they can skip dango to get to the lake, especially since Eiji has bowed out.

Now that she’s sobered up, she starts apologizing for Eiji’s presence and her lateness. Tells him she’s to blame and wishes she had paid closer attention to the clock, but Konohamaru decides it’s not worth being mad about. Hanabi doesn’t get much free time, and when she does, it’s with him, so for her to spend it with Eiji is a treat for her and he’s just glad she enjoyed it. He won’t stop being miffed that his great plan was disrupted, but it’s going fine and he’s not mad at them. Her happiness is paramount and seeing her giggly and bubbly is happiness enough for him.

So when he drags her to the lake and she immediately breaks into laughter as they approach, his heart lifts. She’s still a little buzzed, but he can work with it.

“Sky’s pretty,” Hanabi points upwards, tracing the outline of a cloud with her fingertip. “Clouds are pretty.”

“Like you.” It’s almost on instinct that he says shit like this now. Ever since he knew what flirting was, he’s been flirting with her. Even after being together for years, he likes complimenting her and seeing her get a little red in the face. Warmer tones always suited her, anyway.

For a long time, she never accepted his compliments. It’s only been in recent years that she’s learned to laugh and say thank you and call him a dummy instead of telling him to stop it. But this time, she just stares at the clouds, her hand dropping to her side with this really sweet smile that threatens to squeeze his heart in two.

With fewer people around than normal and the sun exactly where he wants it to be, grazing the treetops, he decides to seize this moment as his opportunity, and he’s gonna do the whole to-do.

Konohamaru gets down on one knee like his mom and Moegi told him he better do, pulls out the ring box, and lets out a low whistle. Hanabi turns and her eyes blow wide, hands to her mouth, just like you see in movies, and it’s the exact reaction he wanted.

“Hanabi,” he starts, feeling the air inside of him constricting. He’s about 99.99 percent sure she’s going to say yes, but that 0.01 percent chance she’ll say no stills lingers in his mind. Breathes out, opens the box, and says it. “Will you marry me?”

But instead of screaming and crying and jumping around, or the less likely reaction of disgust, she just looks…confused. That makes all of his anxiety bubble up quickly.

“Sorry,” she says, quickly when she notices his face fall. “Yes, Konohamaru, I mean—obviously, yes! Yes.”

Konohamaru raises his eyebrows, completely underwhelmed by her reaction. She reaches for the box, which he assumes for the ring, but instead, turns it to face him and…there’s nothing there. “What the hell?!”

“Oh no,” Hanabi says with a sad smile, holding her hand out for him. He pulls himself to his feet and starts tearing everything out of the box – the cotton, the bed it sits on, even the paper lining. It had to be there?

“Where the hell?” he asks himself, frustration teeming in his voice. Then it hits him. “My mom’s…”

“It’s at your mom's?” she asks, stepping towards him to set her hands on his cheeks. He feels himself calm immediately with her touch, and looks down at her with these big, sad eyes.

“I was showing her…and, damnit,” he sighs, slouching over and letting her pull him down so his forehead presses to hers. “I left it on the counter.”

“Did she approve of it?”

“What, the ring?”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah.” He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her in. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

“I’m really sorry,” she says, softly, rubbing her nose against his. “I was late and drunk, I had no idea it was for something so important…”

“That’s kinda the point.” He chuckles, presses a kiss to her lips to reassure her. He’s more mad at himself now. “I’m sorry, you deserve a lot better than this.”

“What could be better?” she asks, leaning up for another kiss. “What, in a fancy restaurant surrounded by people? Put it in a piece of dango so I can choke?”

Hanabi really does know how to make him feel better, and he laughs out loud at the idea. She likes nice things but being in the limelight hadn’t really been her thing in a long time. None of those scenarios were ever something he seriously considered because he knew she’d like it quiet.

“It’s perfect because it’s you.” She’s always had a big personality, but when it came to romance, she’s always been a little softer and quieter about it. “This lake is really special to me.”

“Me too,” he responds into the kiss, letting it melt them together, “’cause of you.”

“Dork,” she whispers, letting him guide her into the grass. “In the grass?”

“I wanna make out with my fiancée,” he says it out loud and it makes all the good feelings inside of him rise.

Konohamaru is happy to lay on top of his fiancée, in the grass, by the lake.

Hanabi’s surprised by how excited Konohamaru is to get married. She really thought it’d be her fretting over a wedding, but he’s thoroughly surprised her by having a hand in every step of planning the ceremony. She’s the heiress, so the Hyūga were naturally always going to be the ones putting on the wedding, something she figured he knew going into this. But no decisions were final until he got to hear them, and he was very insistent on what his vision was.

It was hilarious, actually, watching her former caretakers being told by this big dumb Sarutobi that there was absolutely no way the ceremony could be in any season except Summer. It’s really sweet to her that he cares so much about making sure their wedding takes place in full sun, but what Konohamaru hadn’t thought of is that he saved the summer for proposing to her. It’s the middle of Summer and the only way to have a Summer wedding would be to either somehow ramp up getting every together to have it in August, or wait another year.

“Well, we can swing it.” The poor man’s so excited to be married to her that he can’t (or won’t) see reason in that trying to plan a wedding that is going to be attended by international politicians in a month is near impossible.

“Well, you heard the man!” Moriko gestures outwardly. Sometimes Hanabi wonders if she’s Konohamaru’s sidekick, or in fact his partner in crime. Perhaps she’s the mastermind herself, here. Either way, together, they’re a hard-headed pair and when they’re in full agreement on something, they’re practically impossible to budge. Hanabi feels a little bad for the people assigned to planning the wedding, so she comes up behind Konohamaru and takes his hand.

“Be a little easy,” Hanabi tries, tugging at his hand so he’ll look down at her. “Maybe it still can be in the summer, but maybe it’ll just be…smaller?”

“Smaller?” Moriko laughs at the question, waving her hand. “Don’t you worry, dear. Your father isn’t the only one with political sway.”

Hanabi raises an eyebrow at this declaration.

“A Sarutobi-Hyūga wedding is guaranteed to pull every silly little lord and lady in no matter the date. We could have the wedding a week from now and they’d be scrambling to get their butts here.”

“You know we don’t care about that,” Konohamaru points out, letting Hanabi’s hand trail up his shoulder so her elbow can rest on it. “I could give a damn what politicians make it – wait, no, I take that back.” He grins mischievously down at Hanabi, who gives him a curious look. “I’d love for that stupid Sand guy to have to watch me kiss Lady Hanabi.”

“Oh, shut it.” Hanabi rolls her eyes, shoving at his arm. She shudders to think of the man, Katsumi. Grabby hands, lack of boundaries, boring conversation. Hanabi’s nearly 30 now and looking back on it now, she wishes she had slapped him when he tried to kiss her. She was just in her baby twenties trying to fulfill her duties as an heiress, not realizing just how taken advantage of she was. Part of it was thinking about what some other heirs have to endure just to save face and believing she was just lucky it didn’t go farther.

Inevitably, they had crossed paths a couple of times since that day, but it was kept to polite greetings and clan talk. Hanabi still remembers the way Konohamaru had lost his cool worse than she had ever seen from him before, how excited it made her. Over time, she realized that maybe it made her feel a little safer, knowing someone was watching out for her that wasn’t Tadashi or Natsu. Someone who unapologetically interrupts, unwilling to be intimidated by someone’s status or power.

Hanabi sighs dreamily as she thinks about it, lost in thought while Konohamaru and his mother go back and forth about how they’ll get this whole thing worked out.

“Udon and Moegi already volunteered to send their teams out, too.” Hanabi snaps out of her daydreams when Konohamaru shifts on his feet, causing her to lose her balance. Without even looking at her, he grabs her by the waist to keep her up and pulls her against him. “Things are quiet in the village, so it’s a good time to let them go on some low-key escort missions to other lands.”

Moriko agrees enthusiastically and Hanabi taps her lips, thinking it over. “What about my team?”

“Your team?” Konohamaru asks, glancing down at her with a perked eyebrow. “I mean…do you think they’re cut out to go out on their own already?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hanabi asks irritably, pulling away from his arm. He looks helplessly at her, realizing the insult in the sentence. “Think my girls aren’t good enough?”

“I didn’t say that—”

“They’re more than capable,” Hanabi snaps, hands on her hips. “I’ve been practicing with Namida and she’s gotten way better with her sound wave!”

“I don’t doubt that,” Konohamaru interjects, stepping towards her while Moriko excuses herself in a hurry. “I didn’t mean anything by it, okay? I’m sorry, you’re right. Maybe they can go out to the Sand?”

“Closest of the great villages, huh?” She’s defensive now, turning her nose up.

“Moegi’s team is already going to the Cloud, Udon’s the Mist, mine are going to the Stone…we actually weren’t going to send anyone to the Sand.”

“Hmph.” Pouty, she turns away, shrugging her shoulder at his attempt to put his hand on it.

“Hey, no pouting,” he says as he circles back around, cupping his palms around her cheeks. “Can’t resist your pouty lip.”

“Stop trying to charm me,” she huffs but doesn’t pull away when he bends down to kiss her lower lip.

“I just thought maybe you’d want them around,” he tells her, earnestly as he presses his forehead to hers. She relaxes slightly, letting her arms drop from their cross. “In case of errands and stuff.”

“I’ve got all the Hyūga for that.” Even if they’ve slowly broken down the class system, there are Hyūga that still work for a living as caretakers and servants, many of them in fact happy to plan another large wedding. “I don’t want my team to be put on petty missions.”

“Ever think maybe they’d like the break?” he asks, sliding his hands from her face down to her hands, lacing their fingers together.

“Pfft, Wasabi?” She shakes her head and he smiles. “I guess they could go out to the Sand. It’s something.”

“Right,” he agrees, giving her a quick peck on the lips before pulling away from her. “Now, I gotta find Natsu.”

Dumbfounded, she reaches out to him before he can get too far. “And what exactly do you need with my caretaker?”

“She’s going with me to the Yamanaka flower shop,” he says over his shoulder as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Hanabi watches Konohamaru march away, proud as ever, and she wonders how she ended up here.

Deciding it’s not worth it to dwell on, she treks over to her sisters.

Here lies an odd sight: Eiji in Hinata’s kitchen, at her dining table.

“Ah, hello my sweet sister!” Hinata chirps, waving her in, unbothered by Hanabi bursting in. Hanabi stops to look at them: Hinata’s in a chair at the dining table and Eiji stands behind her, looking over her shoulder at some sort of magazine. Eiji doesn’t even pay her glance, just jabs her finger at the magazine in front of them.

“This one’s good,” Eiji says and Hinata immediately looks back down with interest.

“What’s going on?” Hanabi asks, irritated that she’s being ignored. She pulls out the closest chair to sit and see what they’re looking at. She’s horrified to see a catalog of bridal kimonos. “What—”

“Weddings in a few weeks, Hanabi!” Eiji exclaims, her toothy grin flashing up at her as she finally looks up. “You weren’t lookin’ so, you know!”

“Okay, but—” Hanabi scoots in, suddenly interested. “You can’t just do this without me.”

“Join the party!” Eiji tells her, pointing at a particular kimono. It’s primarily white, with bursting red and orange flowers along the length of the inseam and sleeves.

“I think this fits you beautifully, Hanabi,” Hinata tells her with a smile, clasping her hands.

Hanabi stares at it for a bit. Usually, she’d like to look at all her options without being force-fed once, but…she kind of likes this one already.

“What the heck are we waiting for?” Eiji exclaims, just like she did for her own wedding day, and tears the page right out of the catalog. Starts marching towards the front door with little regard. “Let's go get you outfitted, princess!”

“Hey!” Hanabi calls after her old teammate, and something inside of her feels light and happy about it. Like old times. She throws her arms around Eiji’s neck while Hinata giggles behind them, grabbing her things to trail after them.

“C’mon!” Eiji doesn’t even hesitate, grabs Hanabi by the legs, and hoists her up on her back. Hanabi’s so much taller than Eiji, but Eiji doesn’t care. She’ll climb Hanabi any day, but she’ll also carry her any day, too. Hanabi can’t help but burst into laughter as her tiny teammate marches through town with her on her back.

“Hey, wait!” Hanabi exclaims, all laughs and bubbles as Eiji comes to an abrupt stop. Hanabi points a finger at her team, who come to a halt upon her summoning. “How would you ladies like to go out to the Sand?”

“A mission?!” Wasabi exclaims, hopping forward without hesitation. “Outside of the village?”

“Yep, I need you three to do something very important.” Hanabi waves her hand inwards toward herself, causing all three girls to lean in toward her and Eiji. “I need you to escort some politicians back to the Leaf.”

“Oooh,” Namida responds, giddy, “for what?”

“For…” Hanabi plays up the drama, bringing her arms around the girls who get even closer, wide-eyed. Eiji laughs even harder, lowering her head as Hanabi tells them in a high-pitched whisper, “my wedding!”

All three girls, even Wasabi, erupt into “EEEH”s and “OOOHHH”s and giggles, clapping. “To Konohamaru-sensei?!” Namida asks, clasping her hands together, starry-eyed.

“Mhm.” Hanabi nods as Eiji drops her, unable to handle all the girls latching around her waist and shoulders. “So I’m trusting you three to bring back fancy politicians for it!”

“Even the Kazekage?” Sumire asks, hands to her chest with this hopeful look.

“Even him.” Hanabi nods with a big smile. All three girls crowd together. “Go to the mission center tomorrow morning and they’ll get you your mission details.”

“Ooohh!” Namida squeals, over the moon.

“Hell yeah!” Wasabi pumps her fist, stepping forward. “You can count on us, Hanabi-sensei! We’ll make sure everyone’s safe and sound for the big day!”

“Is Konohamaru-sensei excited?” Namida asks as the three let go of her. Hanabi covers her mouth with a laugh as Eiji scoffs.

“The big dope is beyond excited.” Eiji folds her arms. Wasabi’s already taller than her, and Sumire matches her in height. Hanabi finds this amusing.

“Dope!” Wasabi laughs loudly, holds her stomach even, and Eiji joins her. “Yeah, he kinda is, huh?”

“Wasabi,” Eiji sets a hand on Wasabi’s shoulder, still laughing, “you got no idea what a dope that guy was when we were kids.”

“Stop it!” Namida huffs all pouty, crossing her arms. “Don’t make fun of him that way! That’s Hanabi-sensei’s future husband!”

“No, it’s okay.” Even Hanabi can’t keep back her giggle, shoving Eiji’s shoulder. “Can I tell you a secret?”

All three lean in, giddy.

“He’s kind of a sap.” Wasabi laughs out loud while Sumire and Namida control their giggles. “You’re all still so young, but when you find your person, make sure they’re soft inside.”

“Soft inside,” Sumire muses, tapping her chin.

“Yeah, you know what,” Wasabi steps forward, confident, “if a dude wants to know me, he has to be in touch with his emotions.”

“Wait—really?” Sumire asks, looking taken aback. Even Hanabi has to question it.

“Yes ma’am!” Wasabi declares. “Men who are confident in themselves, that’s the way to go.”

“I want one who can cry in front of me,” Namida says with all the vindication in her tone.

Hanabi and Eiji cackle, evil and crazy with one another, clutching their stomachs.

“Alright girls, I have to go.” Hanabi shoo’s them away, feeling satisfied with their interaction. Eiji is still laughing as they head to the bridal gown shop, pushes her way in. Eiji even greets the shop keep by name because she became so familiar with the shop for her own wedding. Eiji gets to work pointing out the dress she’s decided she needs to see Hanabi in, and Hanabi just lets her because she’s just happy someone cares enough.

When she looks at herself, she almost tears up.

Not because the robes are particularly beautiful or anything, just because it’s something she’s dreamt about for a long time. For better or worse, Hanabi’s thought of what her wedding would be like since she was old enough to know you could commit your entire life to one other person.

It started with the hope she’d find a beautiful boy who was strong, brave and treated her like a living god. That beautiful boy would sweep her off her feet and commit his entire heart and soul to her. Would never wrong her, would always be there to kiss her cheeks and hug her when she’s sad and jump for joy with her when she’s happy. That silly stuff girls only get to dream about for a little while before reality catches up to them.

Naturally, it turned into something sadder and bleaker. The gut-punching reality that she would never live that fantasy. It was always going to be an arrogant, boring, stuffy man. One who could never make her laugh, whose smile would send unpleasant shivers down her spine, who looked down his nose at her. One that wanted her as his prize. The reality of her situation, especially her. The heiress to the Hyūga needed a fitting husband to have kids with.

Konohamaru broke down all those barriers. It took a long time, a lot of heartache, so, so many tears. Late nights wondering if she’d ever truly be happy. Early mornings wondering if he’d come back to her again. Days when she felt like it was all for nothing, that she should just accept her fate and close off her heart, never let it be squeezed or full or burned again. Really go down that cold heart of neutrality path, as her father had done for so long.

Here she is. Standing in front of a mirror, feeling like that princess. Knowing that beautiful boy is just a call away. That he’s smitten with her just like she always dreamt about, gone for her in a way that only someone deeply in love can be. Even better, it’s exactly how she is for him, too.

Her heart feels bouncy in her chest.

Eiji knocks aggressively on the door and she snaps herself out of her daydreams. They don’t have to be dreams anymore.

“This is the one,” Eiji waves Hinata over to observe and Hanabi nearly chokes when she sees tears in her sister’s eyes.

“Hey!” Hanabi gasps, holding her arms out. “Hey, hey, what—”

“I’ve always just wanted you to be happy,” Hinata breathes out, holding onto Hanabi’s elbows as she comes toe to toe with her. Hanabi looks down at her sister with wide eyes. “I was so worried.”

“I…I am happy,” Hanabi tells her, suddenly feeling guilty.

“I know,” Hinata says in this soft voice, smiling all watery up at her.

Hanabi thinks of all the times she crawled into Hinata’s bed. Crying, sad, or just lonely. Even into their twenties and Hinata’s thirties. Time and time again, every moment life felt like it wronged her, her older sister was always her stone. So she lets Hinata pull her down into a tight hug, trying not to let tears well up in her own eyes, too. Tries not to think about the fact that neither of them had a mother to give them away. She just tries to be grateful that she has this. Her big sister and her best friends. And her beautiful boy.

Hanabi frequently has to pinch her skin to remind herself she’s not dreaming. This is reality.

There’s no doubt in Konohamaru’s mind.

He’s marrying Hanabi in the summer, in the sunshine.

It’s what she’s always deserved, and he doesn’t want to wait a second longer than he has to before officially sealing the deal.

Yeah, it’s definitely something he’s thought about for a long time. He’ll never have any shame in admitting that. Hanabi’s been his dream girl for as long as he’s known her. The moment he watched her make short work of her bullies and put them on the ground, he was gone. Admiration from up close, he thinks. She’s always been the bright spot in his life he chased after, even when she pushed him away. Told him there was no way their worlds could ever connect, and still, all he wanted was her.

Even when he thought maybe he was a little crazy in the head for how much he wanted her, there was no stopping it. Confronting Hiashi and demanding acceptance was always an inevitability. Making her his wife was always her decision. Konohamaru thinks there’s some truth to faith and destiny and all that other crap. It was always meant to be, as sappy as that is.

In movies and T.V., the groom is always a nervous wreck. Konohamaru lets Jun tug at his tie while Naruto reminisces with him, and he feels calm. Everything is just as it should be. He doesn’t have a worried bone in his body, he thinks.

Udon stands in the doorframe with his arms crossed, smiling at Konohamaru.

This world took Konohamaru’s father from him. His grandfather. His uncle. He learned a long time ago that these were the realities of shinobi life. The fourth war had him facing an impossibly terrifying enemy at the tender age of 11. That’s when a lot of them get to have their first near-death experiences. What kept him going were the people in his life he wanted to protect. His mom, Naruto, Udon and Moegi. Hanabi. Every day, Konohamaru swore his life away to make sure those people would be safe.

It feels so much different now with Hanabi, and now the nerves get going inside of him. They’ve been together for a good amount of time, but now he has a duty to not die on her. It’s something they’ve talked about, late-night promises before missions where he tells her he won’t be that reckless kid he once was. Promises that he can’t die. Promises he can’t make. Leaving Hanabi alone in the world terrifies him, especially now that she’s committing to him, really committing to him.

Sometimes, he thinks there’s a reason all of the older shinobi got married and had kids so fast. Naruto and Hinata, Sasuke and Sakura, Shikamaru and Temari, Ino and Sai, and all the others. Fighting directly in the war, there must have been some urgency to pass on their genes and settle down. Look for a sense of normalcy. Konohamaru thinks that just didn’t apply to shinobi his age. The ones who wanted to fight but were forced to stay in the village. Watched the destruction from a distance. Felt the impacts but could do nothing to help. Told they were just kids and their responsibility was to live.

It took a lot longer for him and his own peers to settle. Even Konohamaru is doing it sooner than a lot of kids from his class. Naruto still refers to them as kids as they all near their thirties. Udon’s been a bachelor forever and Moegi’s bounced from guy to guy forever. Even Konohamaru experimented with dating for a while before he realized his heart firmly belonged to Hanabi.

Committing like this feels like a giant leap. It’s one he wants to make, but also one that kind of scares him.

There’s no way Konohamaru can die on Hanabi, not after declaring his love and intention to her father and subsequentially wedding her.

“Are you okay?” Jun asks in a quiet voice, leaning towards him. Snaps Konohamaru from his devastating thoughts.

“You almost died.”

Jun blinks at him with those big yellow eyes, then looks behind him briefly. Naruto’s moved on to Udon to tell him how proud he is of what great men they’ve turned out to be. Jun clears his throat and steps forward. “I’m aware…?”

“Weren’t you terrified?” Konohamaru asks, swallowing hard, knowing he’s being too vague.

“The concept of dying is naturally scary,” Jun says in a disbelieving voice.

“Terrified of leaving Eiji?”

Quiet sweeps over them as Jun purses his lips together. After a moment, Jun nods, stiffly. “Of course I was.”

“So…” Konohamaru doesn’t know how to articulate what he wants to say.

“We’re all shinobi, Konohamaru.” Jun seems to pick up on his hesitancy. “We all know what we sign up for. And we all know who we sign up to be with.”

Konohamaru licks his lips, trying to fight off the dry mouth that threatens. “Right, but…”

“That’s our burden.” Jun reaches up to set a firm hand on his shoulder. Konohamaru thinks of his father. “And their burden, too.”

It’s all perfect, really.

His mom was shooting for something bigger than Naruto and Hinata’s wedding, but even he had to reign her in for it. Naruto, the Hero of the Leaf, was always going to have a giant wedding. Konohamaru’s just happy that he’s standing at a doorway, waiting to see his gorgeous bride under the sunshine.

Somehow they had pulled it together despite it all. When Hanabi emerges from behind the double doors, Konohamaru can finally understand why men cry when they see the love of their life at their wedding.

Hanabi always lit up his world like the firework she was, and today is no exception. She steps out, bashful, and still successfully steals Konohamaru’s breath away. A large, bursting orange Lily tucked behind one ear, her hair pulled into that gem-crusted clip her sister got her as a gift for graduating to genin, and the aquamarine pendant centered in her neckline that he had gotten her nearly ten years ago for her birthday. The kimono matches, with swirling bright red and orange patterning, looking like the warm glow of the sun she is.

He blinks, resists rubbing his eyes.

“Getting a good look?”

Even now, she teases him as she spins, holding up her arms. He reaches out with his hands, and she readily takes them, letting him pull her in close. There’s nothing more he wants than to carry her away and be alone with her, but it’s the big day.

“Perfection,” he whispers against her lips, not quite connecting, but close enough to feel each other's breaths.

“You don’t look so bad,” she snickers, stepping away. “Glad you don’t look boring.”

Konohamaru smirks as he thinks back to that day. The day Hanabi planted a kiss on his lips, hidden in a hallway like the stupid teenagers they were, starting their game of tag. Naruto and Hinata’s wedding day, he wore a suit and tie, and she wore slightly dressier robes.

“And you look stunning,” he tells her, excitement in his chest like that teenager he once was that he can still make her cheeks pink.

“Ready?”

“For a long time.”

When she kisses him, it feels like her life finally begins.

All of her life she was told to be better. Work harder. Fight. Lead. Strength. There was no path for weakness, except when she was with Konohamaru. Now she lets the burning, yet sweet liquid of sake slide down her throat as she’s declared his wife. She throws her hands up to cheer, and someone behind her, maybe her sister or Eiji, takes the small cup from her hand. His arms encase her entire back as he pulls her right against his chest and lifts her up.

Inside, she knows the little girl in her is satisfied.

Once upon a time, Hanabi was just that starry-eyed girl, read fairy tales like all the other little girls of the village before they start training to become kunoichi. The protagonist always finds that perfect person. Natsu cradled her in her arms and promised her that her happily ever after would come. Tadashi reassured her she was doing everything right. Tora-sensei guided her when she finally made it to the real shinobi world. Eiji and Jun made sure every piece of her stayed together, no matter how hard things got.

“I thought we’d run away together,” she says to him when it’s all over and they’re falling into bed, the first night as what she thought once impossible: newlyweds.

“Yeah?” he whispers, his lips trailing along her neck as she pushes the robes off his shoulders.

“I never thought we’d make it here.” It’s not a new conversation, far from it. It’s old news now, but he still laughs, because it’s okay to laugh now.

“Where would we have gone?”

“A coastal place.” She giggles as one hand wraps around the back of her neck to keep her from pulling too far away. “Elope without anyone knowing. Leave it all behind.”

“Eloping,” he repeats back between kisses.

“I’ve wanted this forever,” she sighs, happy and dreamy, nothing but good feelings rising inside of her.

“I’ve wanted you forever.” She shivers at the way he says it right in her ear, the warmth of his breath against it.

“You have me now.” He pulls away just enough to look at her and she feels like she’s glowing under his gaze.

“You and me,” he tells her with such sincerity, she wants to melt.

All she’d ever dreamt about was a beautiful boy, and that beautiful boy giving her the whole world.

Hanabi thinks her whole world is Konohamaru.

He’s all hers, and she’s all his. They don’t even have to say ‘I love you’s, because it’s just a given.

All of the fights, all of the pain, all of the waiting, it all ends in something beautiful.

Starting their lives together like this feels like a fever dream, but it’s her reality.

Hanabi lets Konohamaru conform to her, and all she can do is let happy tears and bubbly laughter pour out of her while he holds onto her like his life depends on it, kisses away her tears and laughs, too.

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sun digs its heels to taunt you

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Full YOTP Series Found Here

Pairing: Hanabi Hyūga/Konohamaru Sarutobi

Summary: Konohamaru looks at Hanabi and sees her femininity.

May prompt: Sunshine

Word Count: 2.1k

Rating: G

It wasn’t until their twenties that Hanabi noticed just how…tan Konohamaru was.

Konohamaru had always just been a bratty little snot-nosed dweeb to Hanabi. There was almost no way for her to see him as anything but, until he came back from an extra-long mission a few months ago and she realized that boys really don’t turn into men until that mid-twenty mark.

“Do you ever use sunscreen?” she asks him, an innocent question while they sort paperwork outside of Kakashi’s office – busy work during a time of peace.

“Eh?” He glances up at her and tilts his head, and it’s cute. Like a puppy. He flashes her one of those pearly smiles and shakes his head. “Not really.”

Snarky as ever, Hanabi retorts, “explains that, then.”

“Wanna fill me in?” he asks, dropping a stack of papers, then resting his hip on the desk. She peers up through her eyelashes at him, a playful smile on her lips. “Explains somethin’ about me?”

“You always look all crispy,” she teases, pointing up at his nose. The way his eyes flick down and cross as they set on her finger – yeah. That’s cute.

He barks a little laugh and pushes her hand away, and the way it feels on her skin makes goosebumps rise. “Crispy? I look crispy?” Her eyes land on his hand as it starts to roll up one of his sleeves. Now why is that exciting? She’s not sure, but she’s not upset by it. “Ever think it’s ‘cause I’m around you too much?”

Hanabi’s mouth opens in confusion. She wonders why he’s speaking in riddles, but then again, they had always just sort of talked around each other. “Mmm? ‘Cause of all my sick burns? Get it, burns?”

“Sick burns!” he repeats back as if it’s one of the more ridiculous things she’s said aloud. She frowns, pouty, flicks her hair over her shoulder as she ‘hmph’s. “You’re always in the sun.”

Hanabi ponders this a moment, finger to her lips as she taps. She shrugs slightly, bobs her head. “I guess I am, but I actually care about my skin. I use sunscreen.” She does, and not the aerosol kind, the one that emits hazardous chemicals into the air. She’s adamant that it doesn’t work as well as a good lotion kind that had a nice, non-metallic smell and feels nice when someone else does the due diligence of rubbing it everywhere.

“Also,” she continues, “what does you being crispy have to do with me?”

“If I gotta find you, you’re in the sun.” He shrugs, clasping his fingers around the back of his neck. “So I’m in the sun a lot.”

“Is that a way of admitting you’re a stalker?” she questions, her smile turning into a smirk. His lips part for his pearly teeth and his tongue runs over his top set of teeth, and she won’t deny that she’s staring. It’s what he wants, anyway, is for her to pay attention to him.

But honestly, the way he looks at her makes her feel more like a woman than anyone else. It’s a truth she’s coming to terms with – that being around normal men and ninja who are lower ranked than her, they’re always going to find her intimidating. Women like Moegi or Tenten like that part of being a high-ranked kunoichi. Not Hanabi. One of the things she liked most about being around her sister is she still treated her like a kid, like a little girl who was vulnerable and did need protection.

Girls are not meant to fight dirty. Kunoichi are.

Konohamaru looks at Hanabi and sees her femininity.

He swipes at his nose before reaching over to yank a stack of papers from her hands. She forces her face into a frown even though the way he loops his elbow into hers and tugs her away without asking makes her feel lighter inside.

Even if it’s dumb, Hanabi relates to those silly videos of people saying they feel safest when they’re with those people they can be empty-headed around. That’s how Hanabi feels when she’s with Konohamaru. She gets to be brainless, and it’s a blessing.

He presses the elevator button just to be a jerk and then pulls her down the stairs, and she can’t help but let a laugh go. She tries her best to match his pace – he takes the stairs three at a time and she has to practically fly down to keep up with him. Not that he’ll leave her behind, he’ll drag her behind him if he has to.

Sometimes, Hanabi thinks she’s weak for letting herself be led around by Konohamaru so easily, but he’s just so charming. Being around him makes her feel all soft inside.

And even if they’re not a couple, she sure feels like they are, the way he grabs her around the waist and tugs her right into his side. She easily complies and squishes into him, crosses her own arms around her stomach instead of wrapping it around his waist, too. She has to at least pretend like she’s being forced to do something she doesn’t want to do.

“Where’re we going?” she asks, jabbing him in the stomach with the finger closest to him.

“Your favorite place!” he declares and she cocks her head a bit.

“The animal shelter?” she questions, and he laughs out loud again. She smiles because she likes the way it sounds.

“The lake, in the sun.”

“You’re taking that sun thing pretty seriously, huh?” she teases him as they get closer to the outer gates. He looks down at her and she feels all the good things inside of her bubble up. She wants to grab that stupid scarf and tug him down to her level. Maybe plant a kiss on his teeth.

“Been inside all morning, it’s lunchtime,” he waves out towards the expanse of land.

“Kinda far to go for a thirty-minute break, don’t you think?”

“We’re strong, fast ninja,” he points out as his arm falls from her waist. She wants to grab it back but is pleased when instead, he laces his fingers with hers. Now he’s tugging her along and she laughs, decides to give into his antics.

Even if she likes being feminine, she is strong and she is fast.

Hanabi wonders if it’s a happy accident when they he skids to a stop and she yanks him into her. They’re both laughing, loudly, when he crashes into her and suddenly his heavy body is on top of hers. She wiggles and whines underneath him as he goes deadweight on top of her, smooshing her into the ground. “You’re heavy!”

“You’re soft,” he retorts.

She blinks up at him when he pulls his head up to rest his chin on his palm. He’s looking down at her and she lets out a happy sigh, knowing he knows she doesn’t actually mind. Something about having someone on top of her makes her feel safe. Sometimes the world chews you up and spits you out. Konohamaru makes her feel small and loved.

“I thought we were here so I could be in the sun?” she asks, already cursing herself for saying it because she doesn’t want him to get off her. Instantly, he rolls over and sits her on top of him. She squeals with the effort, really playing it up for him because it makes him laugh and smile wider. He props himself up on his elbows and she reaches out to pull his headband over his eyes. He snickers as he reaches up to tug it off. It’s one of those things she likes to do to him – it’s also to make sure his dumb forehead tans with the rest of his skin (she saw Udon take off his headband once and only once – because now he refuses after she loudly pointed out his pale forehead and burst into laughter).

She groans when he slides it over her head and bats at his hands. He asks with a smile, “why don’t you ever wear yours?”

“’Cause I’ll just look like my cousin,” she huffs, reaching up to tug it off. He laughs and pulls it further down over her face until it sits around her neck. “And now I’ll look like my sister.”

“Nah.” He reaches around her neck to pull her hair out from the band. His touch feels like fire on her skin. “You’re way cuter.”

“Rude.” She pouts out her lip.

“Than Neji, I mean,” he corrects with a smirk and she reaches out to pinch his nose. He grabs at her hand and it goes limp in his grip, easily letting him envelop it.

“Love birds~” A voice sings near them, and it’s now that Hanabi realizes exactly how she looks with Konohamaru right now.

Like a couple. They both look over to see Tenten winking as she waves at them, leaping off somewhere. They look back at each other and Konohamaru chuckles. “Pfft. I’m not a bird.”

“It’s an expression,” she deadpans, squinting at him.

“Mhm,” he hums his response and her eyes dip down to her hand still cradled in his.

“So you’re a love what?” she breathes, balling her hand into a fist in his. He squeezes it.

“Ahh, I dunno,” he muses, sitting up perpendicular now so that their bodies are closer.

“Love idiot? Cause you dunno what you’re talking about?”

“Ohhh,” he drones, pulling her hand up toward his chest so it rests flat against it. It makes everything inside of her light up – her heart flutters, her tummy tightens, her brain stops for a bit. “I think I know what I’m talkin’ about.”

“Mm-mm.” Hanabi shakes her head, letting her senses come back to her. “You’re not doing this here!”

“What am I doing?” Konohamaru asks her with this coy smile he loves to give her. She puffs out her cheeks.

“This!” She gestures with her free hand, out towards the lake. “On a Tuesday! In the middle of the day, during our lunch break! You’re doing this!”

“By the lake,” he interjects, grabbing the hand that’s gesturing wildly and pulling it so it sits around his neck. That hand wraps around her waist to bring her in closer. “In the sun.”

“That’s your justification?” she whispers, letting her fingers settle around the nape of his neck, pressing in slightly. “That we’re in the sun?”

“I’m telling you in the sun,” he says, quietly, leans up and tilts his head so his lips are right up against hers, “that I’m a love idiot.”

“Love idiot,” she murmurs while her eyes close in unison with his. She does her best not to press her lips right against his. “Say what you mean.”

“I’m an idiot in love,” he says, brushing his lips to hers, “with the sunshine girl.”

“Idiot,” she repeats, clutching at the material of his jacket. His thumb rubs against the back of her hand. “So, I’m in love with an idiot.”

“’Fraid so.”

“Is there a cure?”

“Could try kissing me.”

“Why me?”

“’Cause you’re a better kisser.”

So, she kisses him. As hard as she wants, because he said so, and the hand holding hers laces his fingers over the back of hers. She feels the sun on her cheek as her head tilts to meet his lips in just the right way. The way that makes her melt right into him, any resistance left in her muscles just seeping right out of her. He makes her soft and pliable in a way no one ever has.

Hanabi thinks about all the things that make her mad. Her father never showing her and her sister any affection. Her cousin relentlessly training her without showing mercy. Spending the better part of her childhood a dignitary. Never allowed to be weak, never allowed to be soft, never allowed to be feminine.

And Hanabi thinks about all the ways Konohamaru lets her be all those things. Weak, soft, feminine. The way he cradles her right up against him with strong arms. The way he calls her cute and pokes her cheeks and plays with her hair. The way he holds her hand in the sunshine. Tells her he’s in love with her as if it was the first time, every time. Lights her up with his tender voice and sweet gestures.

Hanabi thinks that all she really wants is to be his. To be in love with an idiot.

Especially one that drags her away from work like all the other times.

To tell her he’s in love with her, in the sunshine.

I can't seem to get off the fluff train. I'm hopeless for these two, I just want them to be happy.

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