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wind-becomes-lightning · 1 year

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Congratulations! 🫶🏻 for the 600 followers I’d like to request a story with one of kkps oc pairings- yuuta x hanabi; prompt: “do you think of me when you touch yourself?” Make it as spicy as you wish hehe

hello anon if you still exist after so many months! If you request third party oc's from me you have to accept that I put my own OCs all over it too. So here goes.

my au, blank period. yuuta is @kankuroplease's baby and setsuko belongs to @foolishk and ko is all mine baby.

Rated M, also a lot of alcohol is being consumed

2039 words

Yuuta is persuaded into a night out with some younger friends, but is mostly bored until Hanabi shows up.

Yuuta found himself in what he could only call the worst mixer that anyone, ever, had ever gone to. At least he could not imagine that there was a worse fate than his right now, sitting and staring at other people without having anyone else to chat with, even the jug of beer on the table didn’t help from the boredom he felt. He truly regretted having gone here with all these people that were younger than him and caught up in their own little worlds.

And it was not like he disliked any of the people present. Separately he had hung out with all of them several times since they had come of age, especially to go out for a drink. On his opposite side sat Udon, who now that he had grown had actually turned into a rather handsome and cute man. He was smart, yes, maybe smarter than anyone else present tonight and Yuuta enjoyed their occasional chats, but he was completely occupied by the woman sitting next to him now.

Ko had her head constantly turned to him and spoke to him, but Yuuta knew that she wasn’t really interested in Udon. On Ko’s left sat Konohamaru, the reason she had agreed to come in the first place. Ko hadn’t been in the village for long, just about half a year and it was clear that she very much wanted Konohamaru, and he probably wanted her too, guessing from the way he acted when she was around, but some sense of fake responsibility to Naruto kept him from just going for it. So they sat side by side, their legs under the table touching and while they were both leaning away from each other, they very much were together.

Yuuta had also chatted a bit with the girls to his own left, but Moegi and Setsuko had just recently officially gotten together and as cute as that was, a new and in love couple always all over each other could become bothersome. Happy relationships and people publicly making love declarations just made him feel nauseous with memories he’d rather forget.

Unfortunately sitting here and feeling as bored as he was meant that he had enough time to wonder and worry about why he was here on a Saturday night with people who were at least four years younger than him, while most of the friends his age, especially Ino, had settled down and were starting a family. Yuuta liked his free life without anything holding him back, at least as long as he didn’t think too hard about it.

He was just about to give up and down his beer to finally leave and go home, to just continue drinking on his own, when the door to the bar opened and he only needed to take one look to recognise who had entered. Hyuuga Hanabi didn’t have much to offer in body height, in fact, she could barely reach Yuuta's chest, but her presence could fill a room easily. She often smiled brightly, spoke her mind freely and spread an aura of hard work and dedication.

Most important of all: Hanabi and Yuuta were currently in a relationship, or better said, they had a friends with benefits thing going on. They’d been hooking up occasionally, mostly when either of them felt stress and needed an outlet. Hanabi’s cousin Neji was reworking their clan and while she wasn’t directly involved, as a potential clan heir (a role that, according to her, she wasn’t planning on taking anyway), Neji tried to keep her in the loop at all times. Which was nice and supportive, but also incredibly exhausting.

Hanabi found them with her skilled eyes among the crowd and returned the little wave that Konohamaru gave her. She circled around the other tables and then pressed herself onto a pillow right next to Yuuta, who suddenly felt his mood greatly improved by her presence alone. “Sorry, I’m late”, she said and smiled, because of course she did, “I was held up at home.”

A short round of hello’s and exchanged pleasantries followed and Hanabi got her glass filled with beer, then everyone returned to the way it had been before. Hanabi finished her first beer almost in one go.

“Slow down,” Yuuta said and pushed his elbow lightly into her side. “You don’t want to get drunk in an hour do you?”

Hanabi had a quick mind, which was one of the things Yuuta liked about her. “I have to catch up, don’t I?” She reached for the jug again to refill her glass. He just shrugged.

She exchanged some words across the table with Konohamaru and then quickly realised just like Yuuta had previously, that while Konohamaru was physically present and trying to listen, he was mentally somewhere completely different. She turned back to Yuuta. “So they are still not hooking up huh.”

“Not everyone is as open as we are,” he replied and it satisfied him that what he said made her grin.

The last time they had been together had been about a week ago, but then Yuuta had been on a mission and afterwards Hanabi had been busy with Neji and the clan issues. They had exchanged a short exchange over the new short messaging system Konoha had implemented and decided to meet again next week. And while he had sort of suspected she might have been invited to this mixer tonight too, he was still pleasantly surprised now that she was here.

It was easy to make conversation with Hanabi. It felt like with her he never ran out of things to talk about. When she pulled her shoulders up and made a face while talking about her sister as a newlywed and how exhausting that was. How she could laugh when she talked about missions she was doing and how she really wanted to train her own Genin someday and how attentive she would listen when he would talk. About his parents, about his own work, about his heritage. They were good friends, the occasional hookup didn’t change that.

They downed a few more beers and kept on chatting away, only broken up by Moegi and Setsuko who needed to push past them to go home. Both girls were still grinning ear to ear, hands wrapped up around each other and Yuuta wondered for a moment if they had ever let go of one another for even one second that evening.

“Must be great being so in love, huh?” Hanabi murmured to herself as the two left.

“Has its ups and downs.” Yuuta shuddered. Better not to think too much about it.

Hanabi turned to him and narrowed her eyes a little, but she did not ask, she never asked. That was another thing he liked a lot about her, the fact that she wasn’t pushing him to tell her things or do things with her or be her boyfriend in general. Normally, in relationships, Yuuta was the one that needed to hit the breaks with a partner because they wanted it all, but with Hanabi it was all alright the way it was.

Now that their deep conversation had been broken up she let her eyes wander over the rest of the table. “Udon,” she gestured to the boy opposite Yuuta. “When did those two go?”

Right, Ko and Konohamaru were both no longer there. Yuuta hadn’t seen them leave either.

“Uh, about an hour I think.” Udon seemed a little embarrassed. “I think I should leave too, if you guys don’t mind.” He asked it as if he needed their permission, as if he didn’t exactly know that they didn’t mind being left alone. Yuuta suddenly felt a little bad for him, this evening Udon was possibly the only one going home alone. He made a mental note to take him out alone sometime. It wasn’T like he wasn’t a cute guy anyway.

They didn’t stop Udon leaving, not only because it would have made no difference anyway, because he would have not been persuaded, but also because both of them looked forward to being alone, at least that was how Yuuta felt.

“So, Ko finally won that war..?” Hanabi said. She had just emptied another beer. “I never thought Konoahmaru would give in ever, but tonight she really laid it on heavily on him.”

Yuuta laughed. “If they don’t go home together, he will definitely need some self love tonight after everything she did.”

“You think he does stuff like that? Think of her while he touches himself?” Hanabi made a face as if the image in her mind felt disgusting.

“Most people think of someone they find attractive. Guys, especially.”

Hanabi’s eyes flickered up to him and the cheeky grin was back on her face. “Do you think of me when you are touching yourself?”

Yuuta didn’t know if it was the amount of alcohol, the heat in the bar or the direct approach but he could feel himself blush, actually blush. This was not something he was used to, the other way around actually. Yuuta was the one who made others blush. He was good at flirting, very good, in fact, he was so good at it that his mother had forbidden him to talk to friends her age out of fear he would hook up with them. He was just a charming guy and he knew how to use that correctly.

That someone made him flustered to the point that it made him speechless even if it was just for a second, was unheard of. He grabbed the glass on the table tightly and then winked back at Hanabi: “Sometimes.” It was his way of taking back control.

“Oh so there are other people you think about?” She put her chin onto the top of her fingers and watched him closely.

Somehow he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was somehow testing him. “I mean, you have to admit there is quite a big number of hot people in this village. It’s like there is something in the water.”

“Ah, you just say that because you haven’t been much in other villages.”

“Possibly,” Yuuta winked.

A moment where none of them talked then Yuuta asked: “And you? Do you think of me?”

The cheeky grin she had been wearing turned into her signature full on smile. “Most of the time.”

For the second time in a matter of minutes Hanabi had taken out the wind of sails in a way that had rarely happened before. He blinked a little unsure how to proceed from this point, but found his stride again almost as quickly as last time. “Well, if you want we could make your fantasy reality. You know where I live.”

She turned the glass under her fingers. “To be honest, that was why I came tonight. I knew you’d be here. Otherwise I might have just gone straight to your apartment.” She winked. “Though I have to admit it was nice drinking a little. I really did have the most stressful day.”

“Well, I think a little relaxing time is in order then,” Yuuta said. He took his last beer and emptied it in one breath. “So shall we go? I swear I’ll make it worth your while.”

They both got up and he offered the half-swaying Hanabi his arm so she could clutch to it. He refrained from telling her that he had told her at the beginning that she shouldn’t overdo it too much, mostly because she was too cute in this tipsy state to make fun of her now.

For that at least.

It was quiet and cold outside, so they huddled closer together for warmth. Hanabi barely reached Yuuta’s shoulders and so he watched from above how her ponytail was swaying while walking. It got him thinking about their conversation at the bar.

“I would love to see it by the way,” Yuuta said, leaning close down to her ear. “How you are touching yourself, I mean.”

She giggled a little and then knocked her head into his lower shoulder: “Shut up.”

He was happy to have the control back. Being left speechless twice in one night was enough.

#fanfiction things #nisi follower celebration #other people's ocs #oc: ko #i guess hanabi and yuuta are canon in my au now but only becaus ei dont know whom to fix yuuta up with #au: ikigai #who knows maybe ill change my mind later LOL #and yes i absolutely did not beta read this im much too lazy

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kiljoius · 1 year

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Cookies & Hot Chocolate

Pairing: Hanabi Hyuga/Konohamaru Sarutobi

Summary: Just as snow touches the ground of the Leaf, Konohamaru is faced with a very important mission: bring hot chocolate to Hanabi. Just as importantly, Hanabi also has a mission: help her niece deliver cookies to every villager in the Leaf.

Word Count: 5.5k

Pure fluff. Happy holidays!

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Colorful lights dotted the main streets of Konoha as a light dusting of snow gradually covered the village. Genin dotted the town, helping hang some of them along with decorative winter flowers and ornamental bells and bows. Young, wistful men and women scoured the shops for perfect gifts for the perfect someone for the upcoming Rinne Festival. Mothers and fathers fretted over their tiny children as they tried to escape their clutches to play in the snow, but not before they were well-covered in boots and scarves. Those tiny children weaved inexplicable hand signs that they brought to their lips, pretending the warm air coming from their lips was a fire-style jutsu.

And here Hyuuga Hanabi was, tapping her foot impatiently outside of the Hyuuga compound, wrapped from head to toe in the most ridiculous amount of winter-wear imaginable. Gone were her usual yellow and orange robes, replaced with thick snow pants, likely two or more sweaters and/or coats, knee high boots, and a long, blue scarf, wrapped thrice around her neck, concealing that impossibly long mane of brown hair. Like a cherry on top, a red beanie with an overly large puff ball. It was entirely too much for less than an inch of snow, but she had never been a cold weather girl.

She felt as ridiculous as she looked.

“Whoa, Hanabi-sensei, is that you?”

With a sigh, she drifted her eyes towards one of her little genin.

“Yes, it is indeed me, Wasabi.”

“I can’t even hear you,” she chuckled, peering up at her. Hanabi grasped at the edge of the scarf and pulled it from her mouth to reveal a frown. “Yeesh, you look grumpy.”

“If you must know, I am,” Hanabi turned her nose up, pulling the scarf back up. Wasabi perked an eyebrow.

“Is that Konohamaru-sensei’s scarf?”

Hanabi sucked in her cheeks, thankful for the cold that wouldn’t allow a blush to appear so noticeably. She eyed her student carefully before responding “does it matter?”

“Oooh~” Wasabi cackled, coming in close on her tip-toes to get right in her sensei’s face, “now you’re keeping his scarf?! What next?! He’ll get a set of your classic robes? Exchange rings and wedding vows? Aw, I can already see it—”

“I think that’s enough,” Hanabi huffed, pushing her gloved finger against Wasabi’s forehead to push her back down, “aren’t you supposed to be helping with the decorations, Wasabi?”

“I finished!” Wasabi declared proudly, fists on her hips. Her proud grin turned into a mischievous smile as she peered back up at Hanabi “want me to find Kono~sensei for you?”

Hanabi willed her lower eyelid not to twitch. “No, I’d like you to help Namida finish up, actually.”

“Aw,” Wasabi slumped forward, frowning.

Hanabi squinted at her as she began trekking away dramatically before calling “and grab a jacket! It’s freezing!”

“Doesn’t bother me!” Wasabi called behind her, perking up, “some of us like the cold! Like Kono—” her eyes widened and she broke into a run as Hanabi’s eyes turned veiny.

“Brats…all of them…” Hanabi muttered, shifting, but couldn’t contain a little smile behind the scarf. “Cute brats, I suppose.” Then she dipped into another frown. “Brats all the same.” She sighed, glancing side to side before pulling up her sleeve to check her watch. “Kono, you’re the brat…if you’re not here in the next five minutes…”

As she waited and nodded politely at fellow Hyuuga entering and exiting the compound, she decided enough was enough and began her trek to her sisters.

No, Hanabi had never been a fan of the cold. She was a spring child, born just as the air warmed up and the foliage began growing back in. Tolerate it as she may, she would have much preferred to be inside with a hot cup of tea—or preferably hot chocolate during this time of year, wrapped in blankets and waiting out the frigid temperatures. But today, Konohamaru invited her out because he was an enthusiast when it came to snow, so here she was. Even if she’d rather be in bed.

Upon arriving in front of her sister’s home, she took in the scene. Hinata had always loved decorating—her room at Kurenai’s was proof of that. While she didn’t have much sway over what the compound looked like, she had always taken great pride in her little room there. Now that she had her own home and a daughter who also had an eye for design, she fully embraced decorating for every holiday. Hanabi let a smile tug at her lips. The lights, the flowers, the little statues and welcome mat. It was so delightfully homey, Hanabi had to admit she found far more comfort in her sisters home than her own.

She marched up the steps and knocked on the door. After a moment, her young niece greeted her with a bright smile. “Big sister!”

“Hima,” she offered a warm smile back, embracing the girl as she clutched around her hips. “Mama and papa home?”

“Just mama,” Himawari spoke cheerfully, though Hanabi frowned. “We’re making cookies! Come on, there’s a bunch of cookie dough!”

“Oh, I’m okay,” Hanabi giggled, following behind her niece and pulling the door shut. She breathed a sigh of relief at the warmth encasing her body from the fireplace and chose to shed a few layers of clothing, draping them over the back of the sofa.

“Hello Hanabi!” Hinata called from the kitchen as Himawari anxiously tugged her towards it. Hanabi was greeted with the smell of fresh-baked cookies, making her salivate as her eye landed on the cookie dough. She turned her head away to face her sister, who was shutting the oven door.

“Elder sister,” she greeted warmly, embracing her. She glanced around, finally noticing that there were what looked like hundreds of cookies all over the kitchen. “Whoa! Enough for one family?!”

“Oh,” Hinata giggled, releasing her as she stepped back, wide eyed. “Himawari insisted on gifting some to everyone in town. I told her it was a lofty goal…”

“But look!” Himawari chirped, gesturing, “we have a least a thousand, I think!”

“But…there’s at least a thousand people in the village right now…” Hanabi frowned, darting her eyes around. She noted at least a few dozen wrapped in plastic bags, ready to be delivered. Hinata pressed her finger to her lips to silence her and Hanabi nodded. “Why didn’t you come to the compound? We have dozens of ovens you could have used…”

“I didn’t want to bother you all,” Hinata waved her hand, “besides, I’m more worried about delivering all of them.”

Hanabi pondered briefly, tilting her head. She thought of Wasabi and perked up. “How about I get my genin over here to help out?”

“Your genin?” Hinata questioned, “oh no, I don’t want to distract them.”

“Pfft,” Hanabi shook her head, “those girls aren’t doing anything important anyway. I’ll be back.”

“Yay!” she heard Himawari’s little voice squeak behind her as she hurriedly pulled her winter gear back on, “big sister always knows what to do!”

Hanabi threw the door of her sisters home open, facing the frigid cold once more, but this time with a goal in mind: find her genin and deliver thousands of cookies to the people of the Leaf, courtesy of her dear niece.

Konohamaru had been to twenty different shops in the last hour, and not a single one had chocolate.

“Chocolate’s scarce this year, Konohamaru. Konoha didn’t get a shipment in last month, so I’m not sure anyone has any that aren’t the little candies. Sorry, kid, but I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Ah, that’s alright, Tadao.” Konohamaru slumped forward, head hung in shame. “Thanks for checking for me.”

Konohamaru left the shop, then stopped just outside, darting his eyes back and forth.

For as long as he’d known her, Hanabi only drank hot chocolate when it snowed. And for the last several years, he made it his mission to be the one who brought her that hot chocolate as soon as snowfall touched down. If nothing else, he’d make sure she had a cup of hot chocolate in her hands once a year, courtesy of his efforts. But this year was proving far more difficult than the past.

First, he tried to find someone selling hot chocolate outright. No one was, which was strange, but he figured it might be better if he just made it himself anyway, so he went to the shop to pick up some of those hot chocolate packets. Sure, it might be a little lazy, but he’d replace the hot water with hot milk and pick up whip cream and chocolate syrup and voila—not quite as good as a café’s, but better than a packet! Alas, those seemed to be out of stock, too. He resigned himself to looking for the chocolate itself, and was finally met with the realization that he had spent three hours on this endeavor.

He knew he was late to the time he had promised to meet her at, but he was a man with a goal, and he couldn’t face her without completing said goal.

“Psst.”

Konohamaru perked an eyebrow, glancing around for the source of the noise. He spotted a blond tuft of hair around the corner and rolled his eyes. Slowly, he shuffled towards the disturbance.

“Heard your lookin’ for chocolate.”

“Yes, Boruto, I am.”

“For a special someone?” Konohamaru circled the corner to get a look at Boruto, who was wiggling his eyebrows.

“Pretty special,” he nodded, folding his arms as he looked down on the boy expectantly.

“I might know where you can get some.” Boruto’s mischievous smile was never a good indication of anything.

“Shouldn’t you be helping with decorating?” Konohamaru raised an eyebrow and Boruto’s smile dipped to a taut frown.

“Jeeze, big bro, thought you’d appreciate the help,” he raised his hands in mock defeat, turning on his heel, “but I guess you’re right, I better go…”

Konohamaru clicked his tongue, squinting at the boy as his incredibly slow footsteps dragged him away. With a sigh, he called him back, “alright, I’ll bite. Where is this secret supply, then?”

Boruto looked over his shoulder, that silly impish smile returning. “I might know…for a price.”

“Bribery?” Konohamaru scoffed, lowering his eyes, “really?”

Boruto shrugged. “You don’t have to give me anything, just like I don’t have to give you anything.”

“Way to get into the holiday spirit, Boruto,” Konohamaru rolled his eyes, fishing into a satchel to pull out his coin pouch, “fine, you little brat,” he held out a handful of currency to Boruto’s starry-eyed expression, quickly snatching it out his hand.

“Aunt Temari had a stash she brought back from the Sand two weeks ago,” he concluded with a head nod.

“Temari?” Konohamaru rubbed the back of his neck nervously, shifting on his feet.

“Good luck!” Boruto swiftly took off.

Before he could get too far, Konohamaru called for him, “I’ll be checking on you guys in a few hours!”

With a sigh, Konohamaru turned the opposite way, looking towards the Nara forest. “Just had to be Temari…” He pulled his sleeve up to check his watch and frowned. He was incredibly late at this point, and now was regretting not telling Boruto to let Hanabi know he’d be late. But this plan was already in motion, and he wasn’t about to back out now. He set out towards Temari and Shikamaru’s home.

“Hey Konohamaru,” Shikamaru’s languid greeting welcomed him inside the home without question and Konohamaru nodded his thanks. “What brings you?”

“Uh—is Temari in?” he asked, sheepishly to the Nara’s mildly curious expression. He ushered him towards the living room while shaking his head. “Well, it’s kind of funny, really. I’ve been running around the whole village trying to find chocolate—”

“Good luck with that,” Shikamaru interrupted with a snort, hands on his hips, “haven’t had a shipment in weeks.”

“I know that,” Konohamaru breathed, glancing around nervously, “but, well—Boruto mentioned that Temari…might have some, from the Sand.”

“Huh,” Shikamaru smirked, folding his arms with a head tilt, “sneaky kid. What’s the chocolate for?”

Konohamaru hesitated, biting the inside of his cheek. “A gift.”

“Aha.” It was unsettling the way the man could seem to look right through him. “For a certain Hyuuga who despises the cold, I’m sure.” Konohamaru shrunk away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can’t say I disagree with her, though. It’s why I’m not out there. Anyway, I guess you’re in luck. Since Temari’s out, we may be able to sneak a few squares.”

“Really?” Konohamaru asked hopefully as Shikamaru led him down a hallway. They stopped in front of a dresser, which he pulled open to reveal a small chest-style box.

Shikamaru chuckled as he hovered his hand over it, a small pulse of chakra emitting from his palm. “She thinks she’s clever with that sealing tag,” he smirked, pulling open the lid. Konohamaru watched curiously as Shikamaru seemed to take stock of it. “Alright, I think we can get away with three squares here. I’ll just break these in half, rearrange…yeah. She’ll be none the wiser.”

“Wow,” Konohamaru exhaled, accepting the offered squares in parchment, “thanks for that, man. Feeling in the holiday spirit, I guess?”

“Something like that,” he shrugged as he resealed the box, carefully pushing the dresser closed, “don’t expect it all the time.”

“Never.” Konohamaru shook his head before bowing. Just as they reentered the living room for Shikamaru to see him off, the front door opened to reveal Temari herself and Konohamaru froze. Quickly, he tucked the package into his breast pocket and snaked his hands behind his back. Shikamaru elbowed him roughly, a clear signal to relax.

“Hey hun,” Shikamaru approached her with ease, and she darted her eyes at Konohamaru.

“Konohamaru,” she nodded, raising an eyebrow, “a pleasure.”

“All mine!” Konohamaru quickly stepped in, bowing towards her as she eyed him suspiciously.

“I’d love to stay and chat,” she continued, pulling her coat off, gaze not leaving his, “but I am in desperate need of a shower.”

“Enjoy.” Shikamaru waved at her as she disappeared into their shared room, and Konohamaru exhaled a sigh of relief. Shikamaru blinked his lazy eyes at him, frowning. “You’re tense.”

“I better get going,” Konohamaru finished, patting his breast pocket. “Thanks again, Shikamaru.”

Before he could turn, his eyes blew wide at the sight of Temari appearing behind Shikamaru, chin resting on his shoulder. Just as she did, Shikamaru’s eyes went dark, visibly swallowing a lump in his throat. Temari’s voice was uncharacteristically soft and sweet as she spoke, “did someone think they could get away with dipping into my stash?”

Shikamaru’s lips parted briefly as Konohamaru dared to take a step back, one hand covering his breast pocket protectively. In a bare whisper, Shikamaru warned him, “run.”

Not having to be told twice, Konohamaru was out the door and halfway across the main part of the village within seconds. He checked over his shoulder as he stopped to catch his breath, relieved to not find her behind him. He cursed quietly as he pulled the parchment out of his pocket, unwrapping it to find the edges of the squares softening from his body heat melting it. He held it up towards the falling snow, hoping it would firm it back up before he continued his journey.

With the parchment held above his head, his gaze was fixed on the sky, and just as he began walking again, a smaller figure tumbled right into him.

“HEY! Watch where you’re—oh—Konohamaru-sensei.” He clutched the parchment to his chest protectively as he looked down to find three familiar genin, Wasabi being the one who collided into him.

“Where are you three rushing off to?” he asked inquisitively. They were Hanabi’s team after all, he had to wonder if it had anything to do with her.

“You don’t know?” Namida asked back, tilting her head. Konohamaru lowered his eyes.

“We’re going to help Hanabi-sensei and her niece make and deliver cookies.” Sumire cleared it up for him, hands clasping behind her back.

“Yeah, a really important mission,” Wasabi rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “But whatever, I’m excited to see that little cutie again.”

“Cookies?” Konohamaru raised his eyebrows, thoroughly confused.

“Yeah!” Namida beamed up at him. “Himawari wants to make cookies for everyone in the village, isn’t that so adorable?! Hanabi-sensei asked us to help!”

“Huh,” Konohamaru cupped his chin before snapping his fingers, “right! One of you go tell team 7 to go help, too.”

“Tch,” Wasabi turned her nose up at him, “you’re not our captain.”

He watched helplessly as she took off before looking down at the other two. He tried to justify, “but I have to—”

“Sorry, Konohamaru-sensei, she’s right,” Sumire shook her head, trailing behind. His eyes landed on Namida, begging eyes.

“I—sorry—” Namida’s face turned red as she turned away and caught up with her teammates. He huffed under his breath as he tucked the parchment back into his pocket. He was already late enough as it was, he might as well try to make up for it in some way by putting his team on the task as well. He took off to seek out his genin.

Hanabi watched with a far larger than normal smile as her genin crowded around Himawari.

“Oh my goodness you are just so sweet!”

“That little peak of hair on top of your head is adorable!”

“Her little whiskers are so, so cute! I can’t stand it!”

Himawari’s infectious giggles rung through the living room as the girls relentlessly praised her, Hinata laughing behind her.

“She’ll get a big head if you bring them over too often,” Hinata commented playfully, stepping next to her.

“They’re not wrong, are they?” Hanabi beamed down at her sister.

“Stop it, stop it!” Himawari called unsuccessfully as she was passed around, just as the front door of the Uzumaki home slammed opened.

“Never fear!” Boruto called victoriously as he marched inside, “big bro here to save the day!”

“Oh please…” Sarada sighed as she followed behind him, then Mitsuki, and finally Konohamaru.

Her eyes lowered at him and she watched as he visibly recoiled from her stare. He gave a feeble wave, “hey guys.” He settled next to her, and she cast her unrelenting glare up at him as he leaned down to lay a kiss on top of her head, though she was unamused. He smiled sheepishly down at her, reaching down to brush that stubborn strand of hair from her nose and it took everything she had not to grab the hand back and twist it for keeping her waiting so long. It also took just as much not to grab it back for the sole purpose of putting it back on her cheek to suck away his warmth, lest she give her dear genin more ammunition against her.

“Ah!” Hinata clasped her hands together, “you’re all really here to help?”

“Really, really?!” Himawari gasped with glee as the girls finally released her, facing the other team.

“Yep!” Sarada set her hands on her hips.

“Just tell us what to do, Himawari!”

The six genin stood side by side at attention as Himawari’s eyes blew wide and starry. She heaved a long breath before initiating her commands.

“Brother, Wasabi, and big brother Konohamaru—over here to mix the dough—” Konohamaru tried to interject weakly, but was interrupted. “Namida, Mitsuki, and big sis Hanabi, form the dough and stay in charge of the oven!” Hanabi opened her mouth in surprise, looking towards Hinata for confirmation. She shrugged. “Sarada, Sumire, and mama, pack away cookies and write the notes!”

Hanabi was blown away by the authoritative tone. “And what will you do, Hima?”

“Keep everyone in line, of course!” her bright tone returned, wide grin. “Is that understood?” When silence was returned, she tilted her head, her voice going a little lower as she repeated “understood?”

The six genin looked at one another for a brief moment before stepping forward with their fists raised. “UNDERSTOOD!”

Hanabi couldn’t help but feel amused as they spent the next several hours under Himawari’s command. Complaints were frequent.

“She doesn’t seem so cute anymore…”

“We’re really taking orders from my little sister?”

“She’ll make a great leader, one day…”

Hanabi dutifully kept an eye on the oven with Mitsuki and Namida shaping cookies, getting into a rhythm of having a tray coming out and going in every five minutes. While she stood next to it, she kept another eye on Konohamaru, smirking as he and Boruto got into a squabble about the best way to measure out ingredients for the dough. Her poor student, Wasabi, having to stand in between them with a look that was quickly turning from exasperation to frustration. Soon it would be full blown fury, so she decided it was time for her to step in.

She swiftly grabbed Boruto and Konohamaru by the necks of their collars, bringing them towards her as the veins around her eyes began to pop. Both immediately went quiet, eyes wide, as they individually clutched her wrists. “You don’t want to disappoint dear Hima, do you boys?”

“Uh—” Konohamaru gulped.

“N—no, sorry big sis—”

“Yeah, sorry.”

She released them, letting them stumble backwards. As they righted themselves, she patted the tops of their heads, though had to reach up quite a bit higher to reach Konohamaru’s, and smiled. “Good boys.”

Both of their cheeks went red as she stepped away, folding her arms. Himawari sidled up next to her, looking up at her with admiring eyes. “Big sis, you have to teach me that.”

“Oh, I will,” she smirked down at her niece, tapping her temple, “all Hyuuga must know how to intimidate and incapacitate.”

She saw Konohamaru look over his shoulder at her and didn’t miss the wink he offered her. Subconsciously, her bottom lip withdrew between her teeth as she felt heat creep up her neck, thankful for his dumb scarf covering the bottom half of her face. No matter how long they’d been together, he could still have her blushing for some reason. Probably that stupid boyish charm. Boyish charm she adored, but she’d never openly admit that to anyone…except, at times, to him. But only when he pushed her.

Then he stopped and stepped away, and she watched him remove his coat that he had apparently been too distracted to shed earlier. Underneath, she almost let out a howl of laughter at the sight of a green knit sweater, dotted with little cartoony images of a tanuki.

“Is that the One-Tail?!” Hanabi giggled, bringing all eyes to him. He glanced down at himself and shrugged.

“Hima picked it out,” Konohamaru responded, “you’re telling me you don’t like it?”

“I—” she caught her words as he rolled up each of his sleeves, revealing his toned forearms that her eyes immediately shot to. Something about the way he pulled them up slowly and did it right in front of her felt like he was intentionally catching her off guard, making her slip up. She always did admire his arms; she didn’t get to see them nearly enough. He was taking advantage of that.

Damn brat!

“Oh, she does,” Wasabi snickered, elbowing Boruto who groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Gross.”

“Shuk-aaa-ku is not gross!” Himawari stomped her foot, glaring up at her brother.

“Not Shukaku, Hima,” Boruto smirked, glancing over at Hanabi who instinctively tugged the scarf further up her face to conceal the blush threatening to overtake her whole face.

“Back to work,” she muttered.

“You, too, sister,” Hinata joined the tease to her annoyance, “you haven’t checked the oven in over 10 minutes.”

“Shoot!” Hanabi gasped, whirling around to yank it open. She cursed as she pulled out a batch of overly browned cookies.

“Hanabi-sensei? Flustered?” Wasabi called with amusement.

“Who would’ve thought?” Boruto added.

“Just a little distracted, right?” Konohamaru flashed her a grin over his shoulder as he got ‘back to work’, intentionally flexing so the veins in his forearms would be a bit more prominent.

She cursed under her breath, turning her eye to her niece. “Himawari, listen to me,” she crouched down, grasping her little shoulders as she tilted her head curiously. Hanabi lowered her eyes and spoke in a serious tone, “never put those three brats together again.”

“Time to deliver!” Himawari declared proudly as the last package of cookies was carefully wrapped and a note tied to it. She strapped a pack full of cookies to her back as Boruto crouched in front of her.

“C’mon, Hima,” Boruto beckoned her as she giggled, happily hopping onto his back. Konohamaru smiled down at the girl as she clutched around her brother’s neck. At first, he was shocked by her assertiveness earlier in the day, but it immediately turned to thorough amusement as she bossed around her older brother. Kid really was a softy for his sister, maybe he’d have to bring her to their next training session to get his ass in gear.

“Meet your father and I at Senju Park before dark!” Hinata called as they began trekking for the door. They called agreement as she turned to Hanabi and Konohamaru, “you two should join us.”

“Yeah,” Konohamaru wrapped an arm around Hanabi’s shoulders as she reluctantly gave into the hold. She may have still been a little antsy about public affection, but he had no such inhibitions. He took any opportunity he got to show off his pretty girlfriend. “Sounds nice.”

Hinata giggled as she spotted her sister’s blush, turning away. Konohamaru thoroughly enjoyed it. Hanabi cleared her throat, “you all are dismissed after you’re done.”

“Hanabi-sensei!” the three girls bowed to her before bolting out of the house with their bags of packaged cookies.

“You two go on as well. Thanks guys,” Konohamaru waved away Sarada and Mitsuki as they took off.

“I better get this cleaned up,” Hinata turned back to the wreck of a kitchen, folding her arms.

Konohamaru cleared his throat now, releasing Hanabi’s shoulders, “why don’t you let us? Maybe you can go take some cookies to Lord Seventh?”

“Oh?” Hinata tilted her head just as Hanabi looked up at him in surprise. “Are you alright with that, Hanabi?”

“I mean—” Hanabi glanced between the two. “Yes?”

“Well alright,” Hinata smiled warmly, leaning in to embrace the two, “I appreciate it. Remember to lock up before you leave.”

“No problem!” Konohamaru waved her off as she collected a pack of cookies and dressed in her winter wear, waving back as she exited the home. As the door clicked shut, he glanced at Hanabi with a smile that quickly dipped to a grimace. Her eyes were normally a soft, lavender shimmering under the light, but right now, they were downright fiery. He was fortunately, and unfortunately, fairly familiar with both versions. Immediately, he held his hands up in defense.

“You BRAT!”

“Hey—”

“You left me waiting for hours! Hours Konohamaru! I looked like a fool standing there—”

“You stood there for hours?!”

“Well—no! I waited about ten minutes before I came here, but—”

“So you’re exaggerating.”

“You were late by hours!”

“I’m sorry.” He stepped forward, bringing his hands around her cheeks to soothe her furious stance. It worked, and she softened immediately, her angry expression turning to a simple pout. The years told him exactly how to calm her down. He leaned forward to press a kiss on her forehead, eliciting a quiet sigh. He trailed his kisses down from her forehead, over the bridge and point of her nose, then gently pulled his own scarf down from her lips so he could slot his against them and he felt her definitively give in when her arms wrapped around his waist.

She was puddy in his grip and he would always get a smug sense of satisfaction from it. But now wasn’t the time to tease, so instead he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her in close, deepening the kiss as she willingly parted her lips for him. One hand wandered up to run through the soft locks of her hair that were thankfully tamed by his scarf today—they had the tendency to tangle them together if unchecked. As his tongue grazed past her lips against her tongue, he nearly let a chuckle slip at the sweet taste of sugar in her mouth—she had definitely been sneaking cookie dough during their ‘mission’.

She pulled away from him, that pouty glare still on her features that made him smirk. “Enough.”

“Can’t help it,” he whispered softly as he leaned in again, kissing the corner of her lips, “you taste like cookies.”

“Pfft,” she pushed her hand into his face and he chuckled, grabbing at the wrist of the hand to stop it. “Idiot…”

“For you,” he continued, fully enjoying the way every inch of her skin went red. She rolled her eyes and he finally eased off, choosing to place one last kiss on the top of her head before letting her go. “C’mon, we got work to do.”

“You mean you have work to do,” she folded her arms, lowering her eyes at him, “you volunteered.”

“Aww,” he whined mockingly, gathering bowls and utensils, “you’re gonna make me do it by myself? Guess I’ll be here all night…”

With a little sigh, she approached him and pitched her pointer finger at the tip of his nose. “Where were you?” she questioned, snatching her finger back just as he leaned in to bite at it. She knew him too well. He smirked, tongue running over his top teeth.

“A crucial mission,” he replied with a simple shrug, dumping the dishware into the sink.

“Just so suddenly, right in the middle of the day?” she doubted, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Yeah, it was very important,” he nodded, turning the sink on to begin rinsing the dishes. “Had to seek out a rare item, took me all over the village.”

“That right?” she asked, adding dishes to his pile, evidently giving in to helping him after all.

“Mhm, went everywhere. It was only when a confidential source provided me with information that led me to its whereabouts.”

“Oho,” she commented loftily, gathering flour and sugar to put back into their respective places, “sounds top secret.”

“Sure was,” he smirked. He did love the way he could get her to play into his little games. His heart fluttered just slightly as he felt her arms slide around his torso from behind, her cheek pressing into his upper arm to watch him. He glanced down to find her hands trail up his chest and rest on his shoulders.

“Well go on, you should reveal what it was to the girl you kept waiting.”

To this, he turned off the sink and wiped his hands on a towel, then turned in her arms to pull her towards him, arms snaking around her waist. He leaned in close, brushing his lips up against hers teasingly as she laced her fingers around his neck. He smirked against her lips as she pushed in closer, trying to connect, and instead pulled away. “Patience, princess.”

“Jerk!” she gasped, pushing off of him. “After all that, you tease me!”

He laughed and grabbed her back, realizing he was going a touch too far, and yanked her into him. She huffed irritably and he grinned down at her, pulling a hand around her cheek. “You look so cute in my scarf, you know that?”

“Hush, you,” she glared at him and he wondered if she knew that he actually thought her attempt at intimidation was adorable.

Then, he slipped away from her and went towards the dining room to her confused expression, “hold on.”

“What is it?” she questioned, following after him. He grabbed a thermos he had discretely set aside when he got there and presented it to her proudly. She eyed it suspiciously as he undid the lid, letting the smell of milk chocolate waft towards her. She gasped, greedily grabbing the thermos out of his hands and pulling it right up to her nose. “Hot chocolate?! How?! There hasn’t been—”

“A very important mission,” he interrupted her with a grin, admiring the way her expression turned from irritation to full-blown cheerfulness, her eyes brightening and smile lines forming as she inhaled deeply. His grin turned to a soft smile as she brought the thermos to her lips, sipping once before a satisfied sigh left her lips. Then, unsurprisingly, she began greedily gulping down the beverage and he had to laugh.

“Oh—shoot!” she gasped before she could devour the rest of it, pulling it from her lips, “here, you should have some!”

“No no,” he laughed, pushing it back towards her to her inquisitive expression. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in, laying a kiss on top of her head, “it’s all for you, cutie.”

“Hmmm…” she hummed, accepting this immediately to bring it back to her lips. He snickered. He really did like watching her enjoy herself, especially if it was something he made happen. She pulled the thermos from her mouth and looked up at him, that familiar warm smile that made his stomach flutter just for her. “Thank you, Kono.”

He pulled her in for a kiss, savoring the way the chocolate tasted against her tongue, and hummed in satisfaction. “Anything for you, Hanabi.”

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