Hinata Was Actually into Hands

"Am I being too long-winded?" Hinata blushed slightly and nervously reached out to press down on her skirt, which wasn't swaying.

She rarely wore skirts on ordinary days, as the light night breeze would make her uncomfortable as it seeped into her thighs. In contrast, she preferred to wear thin trousers.

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a faint silvery glow. Perhaps due to the impending downpour, Konohagakure was shrouded in a sultry atmosphere.

"No way." Naruto was somewhat dazed.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered something from a few years ago. After the bathroom incident, Hinata unexpectedly took the initiative to contact him once.

In the entryway, under the bright yellow light.

That was the only time she ever confessed her feelings to him. But the short-haired girl who had mustered the courage to confess back then had grown her hair long again in the blink of an eye.

Thinking about that matter, Naruto suddenly felt something was off. He couldn't become the master of the bathroom, but he could at least become the master of the entrance hall.

Shaking off the jumbled thoughts in his mind, he looked at Hinata, only to find that Hinata was also looking at him. Embarrassed by being caught, he turned away.

As Naruto grew older, his facial features became more defined. His eyes were deep, and his smile, even before he spoke, possessed a captivating power.

Those clear, innocent eyes made him seem like a born liar. Whatever he said, he seemed to gain the other person's trust.

He smiled, put his hand on Hinata's shoulder, pulled her close, and casually started a conversation.

Have you prepared a gift for Shikamaru's wedding?

"Um?"

"What did you give as a gift?"

"A set of furniture," Hinata said quietly.

Although the words were understated, Naruto's eyelids twitched. Given the Hyuga Clan's wealth and influence, the furniture they presented was definitely not ordinary stuff that money could buy on the market.

"What did you give me?" Hinata asked softly, glancing at him with a flushed face.

"Me? Hmm." He was embarrassed to say that he and Kiba Inuzuka Teuchi a craft item, though Shikamaru wouldn't mind.

After all, it's just a token of their affection; it's merely a private gift exchange between friends. The social obligations between powerful families don't currently concern these individuals.

For example, a certain clan leader is just one person in the entire clan. It's embarrassing to even mention that he's the clan leader. Even Naruto would be too ashamed to constantly mention that he's the clan leader.

"The family's revitalization depends on you (they), Hinata," he said shamelessly.

"Huh?" Hinata was a little confused. After realizing what was happening, she blushed and looked quite cute. She bit her lower lip and still replied with an "okay."

His immediate attraction to Hinata's adorable response made him a little distracted; she was just too obedient. He even thought that if Hinata didn't have a curfew, he could trick her into going home tonight.

But the Hinata is a powerful clan, and even if Hyuga Hiashi satisfied with Hinata, she's still his daughter. He can't just watch her be taken advantage of.

"Why didn't you refuse before you agreed?" Naruto pinched her cheek, his heart skipped a beat. Pinching the eldest princess of the Hyuga Clan was really too exciting.

And it doesn't resist no matter how you pinch it; at most, its lips will occasionally twitch.

"Ugh," Hinata felt a little pain, but she endured it. "Should I refuse?"

"Of course not, I was just saying." Naruto said, his hands gradually moving down from his shoulders to his waist.

The two were still shrouded in darkness, not yet out of the shadows. The streetlights were too far apart to see anyone standing by the roadside; they could only make out two dark figures leaning against each other.

"Hmm," Hinata uneasily, shifting her position slightly, her heart pounding.

In her opinion, Naruto's hands were very beautiful. Every time those long, slender hands reached out and approached her, her face would burn as if it were on fire.

For some reason, Hinata always felt that when his hand joints were fully extended, the bulging veins and prominent wrist bones had a strange, rugged sexiness unique to men.

Occasionally, she would dream of those hands while sleeping. Although she couldn't see the face clearly in the dream, the memory of those hands was exceptionally vivid. She could recognize them at a glance.

In her dream, though she was somewhat shy, she couldn't move her body. She could only watch as those long, slender, and sensual hands slowly roamed over her body, like lovers indulging in pleasure.

I woke up to find it was all a dream. The white curtains swayed gently in the afternoon sun, and it took me a long time to come to my senses.

"What's wrong with you?" Naruto noticed that Hinata seemed a little too tense, her body almost stiff.

"No, it's nothing." Hinata exclaimed, looking up with a flustered look in her eyes, stammering to cover it up, "I... I just..."

"Are you feeling unwell?" He tactfully withdrew his hand.

"No." Hinata didn't know what to say, her voice as weak as a mosquito's buzz.

"Oh, when exactly is the Jonin Exam?" Naruto subtly changed the subject, thinking Hinata was scared and promptly withdrew.

We're going to try a different approach and explore further.

"The day after tomorrow," she replied, her voice somewhat downcast.

"The day after tomorrow? Shikamaru's wedding is tomorrow, right? It's a bit rushed. Do you want to go?" Naruto was a little surprised. The Jonin Exams didn't have a specific date.

Generally, applications are submitted according to the Chunin system, then reviewed, and finally several people are put together for assessment. The time frame is uncertain; applications can be submitted year-round.

But summer is usually the busiest time, while fewer people apply in winter.

"I'll go." Hinata bit her lower lip, as if speaking to herself, and repeated, "I will go."

Upon hearing this, Naruto lowered his gaze for a moment, realizing that Ino must have been there too. It wasn't exactly a chaotic scene, but it certainly wouldn't benefit him.

Hinata and Ino's relationship has become increasingly complicated since they finally talked things out a few years ago, like being separated by a layer of frosted glass. They can't see clearly, and they can't touch each other.

"Oh, okay," he said, patting Hinata's head. "I'll go too."

This was originally a pointless statement, but Hinata looked up at Naruto and became nervous because she didn't know what Naruto meant.

Although she is sometimes a bit slow-witted, Hinata is not stupid.

She knew everything she needed to know. Including Naruto's attitude, including how good Naruto was to her, but also how good he was to Ino. But she was the one who arrived first; if only she had been braver then.

Perhaps things wouldn't be like this now?

Ino, considerate and generous, and also very beautiful. Any guy would like someone like that, right? It seems like Ino was the one who stayed with him during that time.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of all the jumbled thoughts.

The two of them had slowly made their way to a brighter area. Naruto squatted down and started picking through some trinkets at a stall. He looked up at her and asked, "..."

Which one do you like?

"Huh?" Hinata was still lost in thought when she was suddenly asked a question, and her eyes darted away.

Looking down, Naruto holding up two adorably ugly little gadgets, his fingertips glistening under the light, engorged with blood. Realizing she was looking at his hands again, Hinata paused for a moment.

I silently blamed myself for always being distracted and thinking about things I shouldn't be thinking about. As a result, my ears started to burn, and I felt a little lost.

"Hmm?" Naruto laughed. Why was this guy always spacing out when he was with him?

He stood up, reached out and pinched Hinata's cheek, feeling that there was no need for Hinata to continue wandering around in her current state. So, he glanced into the distance and said...

"Why don't we go back?"

"Huh?" Hinata lowered her eyes, seemingly not in a good mood.

The word the little girl uttered most frequently throughout the night was probably "ah." Naruto was getting a little tired of hearing it. Is it possible that happiness isn't just "hahaha," but also "ah ah ah"?

"Young lady, shall we go back? Or shall we continue shopping for a while?" Naruto tugged at the corners of his lips, looking at Hinata with a hint of helplessness.

Hinata seemed a little annoyed by being called "young lady," nodding but saying nothing more, seemingly sulking. Sulking all by herself, she didn't even bother to say a word.

I walked with my head down for quite a while before realizing that this was the way home, and suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" He stopped and reached out his hand.

For no apparent reason, Hinata boldly grabbed his hand. She slightly raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I... I don't dislike you. You touched me. I just didn't know how to say it. On the contrary, I really, really like Naruto touching me."

"But I can't help it every time. If I make a sound, you'll think I'm a frivolous person."

Hearing Hinata's somewhat aggrieved words, Naruto was stunned for a long time. But his hands were faster than his brain, and before he could react, he had already pulled the girl into his arms.

"I'm glad you don't hate me," he said. "Actually, I really want to be around you, but every time I'm with you, no matter how hard I try, I always end up falling for you."

Before he could even organize his thoughts, he blurted out even the most straightforward words. In situations like this, time is always more effective than flowery language that is delayed.

Hinata, I love you.

Without any hesitation, before she could react, Naruto had already moved closer. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, tightening his grip little by little.

He lowered his head and kissed her gently. Hinata's mind was in a daze, and she suddenly felt short of breath and her body went limp and hot.

The path was dark and gloomy, and for no reason, she recalled the scene from her dream, her heart burning with an intense ache. She let out a muffled groan, her lips pressing even tighter against hers.

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally parted ways.

Hinata's mind was a little dazed, almost completely blank. Looking at Naruto, her lips were slightly parted and felt cool; her heart was pounding. Her first kiss was gone just like that.

She was almost being led, like a fawn following a feral wolf, sinking step by step into a thorny forest. Completely disoriented, her soul drifted aimlessly.

At the same time, a thought inexplicably popped into her mind: How come he's so skilled?

This seems to be a common sensitivity among all girls; whether they are smart or dull, their intuition in this area is frighteningly clear and sharp.

"Naruto, do you often hang out with Ino?"

I just gained a little advantage, and then a chaotic scene fell from the sky.

"Marriage?" he suddenly asked in the darkness, abruptly interrupting the spell, his eyes flashing with an eerie light.

"Huh?" Hinata was startled. She had wanted to say it, but not at this time.

"Not getting married? You took advantage of me, don't you want to take responsibility?" Naruto stared at her for a while, taking advantage of Hinata before she was completely fooled by the little dazed Hinata.

In that instant, she thought of her father and the extremely strict rules of the Hyuga Clan.

"Don't you want to marry me? You just want to possess my body?" He trembled, putting on an act that was the best he could muster. "Have you never thought about taking responsibility?"

"I just tried so hard, don't you want that?"

Hinata bit her lip, not wanting him to continue. She hurriedly explained, even waving her hands in a panic.

"I... I didn't mean that, it's too... too fast."

"No, it's been quite a while." Naruto became serious in a second. "You can't say things like that carelessly, it can easily cause misunderstandings."

"Oh, oh." Hinata didn't understand.

Distracted by him like that, Hinata lost interest in asking any more questions, and the small-scale battleground dissolved without a trace. It was fortunate it was Hinata; if it were Ino, such a trick wouldn't have fooled her.

After sending Hinata home, Naruto stood in front of the Hinata gate for a while, sighed softly, and then left.

The complicated situation has only become more complicated now. But there is one advantage: the depth of his feelings for Hinata or Ino is no longer what it used to be.

There's always a solution to every problem, and the two women aren't irreconcilable enemies. Even if they meet, aside from awkwardness, there won't be any real conflict.

This is due to Ino and Hinata's personalities; both are kind-hearted, and Ino isn't actually that possessive. Half of her attention is on the communicator, which is good news for Naruto.

Hinata is outwardly gentle but inwardly strong, possessing a tenacious spirit. Ino has a delicate personality, a strong sense of propriety, and is not endearing. The two are almost opposites, yet they also share many similarities.

Even if they meet, it won't be a disaster, so there's still a way to deal with the situation.

Naruto wasn't planning on any fancy maneuvers; he knew perfectly well that a gradual infiltration from both sides would suffice. Once he left Konohagakure, both of them would follow, and everything would go smoothly.

However, before that, there are some things that should be kept secret if possible.

When I got home, Nine-Tails was already asleep on the sofa, hugging a bottle of wine.

After a quick wash, Naruto lay in bed reviewing the day's events. He silently added to his mind that Hinata seemed to have a particular reaction to her opponent.

Thinking this, my consciousness slowly faded.

The next day.

Uzuki Yugao knocked on the bedroom window and flung it open with a whoosh. Unlike before, she wasn't businesslike, nor did she have a friendly expression; instead, she looked exhausted.

"The Lord Hokage is looking for you."

"Which Hokage?" He woke up from his bed, propping himself up with his hand and shielding his eyes from the light.

Konohagakure currently has two Hokage: Tsunade and the yet-to-be-appointed Sixth Hokage, Kakashi. Today is also Shikamaru's wedding day, and most people have received invitations.

At a time like this, Kakashi probably wouldn't have the time to look for me, right? Besides, Kakashi is naturally lazy. If he hadn't been forced into the Hokage apprenticeship, he'd probably still be out partying right now.

"It's Lord Tsunade," she added.