Naruto's Routine, Hinata Panicked Like a Little Deer

"Okay, thank you." Hinata took the water glass, pursed her soft lips, and lowered her head even further.

Seeing how nervous she was, Naruto simply sat down next to her. The two were only a fist's distance apart on the sofa, extremely close, and Hinata's body heat emanated from her thin long sleeves.

Hinata's snow-white eyes were unfocused, and her fingers gripped the water glass somewhat helplessly. She had impulsively gone home with him, but now she had no idea what to say.

Even in summer, she still wore a white chiffon blouse, revealing a little bit of skin at the chest, stubbornly hiding her entire soft arm inside the thin gauze sleeves.

Below is a towering treasure trove, so high that you can't see your toes at all.

She's probably the type of person who, even when wearing a skirt, will always make sure it's below the knee, and she'll always choose elegant colors, never anything too cute or bright.

She didn't want to be too flashy, but no matter where she stood, her beautiful appearance was always impossible to ignore. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her forehead was framed by neat, demure bangs.

This outfit suits her well; she looks easy to bully. Naruto can't help but think about how to get Hinata to wear the bodysuit unwillingly.

However, this idea is clearly unrealistic now. Since entering his house, Hinata has been sitting obediently on the sofa, seemingly with no intention of making any further moves.

He could vaguely see that Hinata was trembling with nervousness. Seeing this, Naruto couldn't help but reach out and stroke her head, gently touching her hair.

His movements were very gentle, Hinata trusted him completely, so she calmed down. Seeing that things were about right, Naruto slowly pulled Hinata into his arms.

Hinata leaned against him, her eyes slightly narrowed, and a coquettish expression appeared on her face. She seemed to have finally settled down, and even snuggled against him.

"What are you worried about?" he asked, taking Hinata's small hand in the process, and then added, "Is it something to do with your father?"

"Hmm, I still don't know what to do," Hinata nodded.

Naruto raised an eyebrow at this, thinking to himself that this matter wasn't difficult to handle. However, no matter how much comforting he offered, it would just be repeating the same old things over and over again, so there was no need for it.

The father-in-law isn't really a problem; Hyuga Hiashi than one daughter. Besides, it's already quite generous of me to only take one of his daughters.

What Hinata was worried about was not a problem at all in Naruto's eyes, but he naturally wouldn't try to reason with Hinata; he would just comfort her as she pleased.

"No, we'll definitely find a way later," he sighed, playing with Hinata's little hand before turning his gaze to her feet.

However, Hinata was frowning and struggling with her thoughts, so she didn't notice Naruto's strange gaze. But the next moment, she suddenly felt her foot being grabbed.

"Ah!" she exclaimed in surprise, trying to pull back. "No, it's dirty there."

"What's so dirty about feet?" Naruto said dismissively, poking her delicate feet. Hinata didn't sweat much, so she didn't have arches and her soles were clean and white.

Hinata couldn't find the words to refuse; she had almost never refused Naruto's requests.

His fingers brushed across the back of her foot, gazing at her neat and adorable toes, before he snapped out of his reverie. He looked up at Hinata and saw her blushing.

"I'm leaving for a while in a few days, leaving the village, and I don't know when I'll be back."

Is it because of a mission?

Hinata asked nervously, no longer caring about being shy. Things had come to this point, and she was now in a dilemma.

After all, Hyuga Hiashi was no longer feasible; the only reason Hinata wasn't forcibly confined was because she had Hinata age. However, the implications of this arrangement had been explained to Hinata long ago.

Ultimately, it's a family-style form of moral blackmail.

Hinata now faces a dilemma: the person she loves, and her biological father and the interests of her clan. If Naruto were to leave now, she would undoubtedly suffer greatly alone.

She only hoped Naruto would receive a short-term mission, something that would allow him to return to the village in ten days to two weeks. If he were to go for another year or two, then she...

"It's not a mission. I don't take on missions anymore." Naruto said, playing with his delicate feet. "I want to travel outside for a while. Lord Tsunade has left, and I have nothing to do in the village."

"Isn't that the Sixth Hokage, Kakashi-sensei?" Hinata may be a little silly at times, but she's quick-witted and vaguely understood why the Fifth Hokage left.

"Kakashi-sensei has just become the Sixth Hokage, and he'll probably be very busy for a while. There's really no point in me staying in the village; it would only bring trouble to the village."

Upon hearing this, Hinata fell silent. She knew Naruto was no longer the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, but apart from the Konoha, no one outside would believe it.

If Naruto stayed in the village, he would be just as feared as Tsunade. His situation wouldn't be good, whether from within or without.

Unfortunately, these are problems that the Hokage cannot solve. Kakashi has only recently taken office, and his influence and methods are not yet strong. He still has a long way to go before becoming Hokage.

The inappropriate thing Hinata had imagined didn't happen. Naruto patiently hugged and comforted her, and the two chatted about other topics.

"There's still some food in the fridge. Sit down for a bit, I'll cook." Naruto waved his hand, stood up, and said, "Would you like some wine?"

"No, no need." Hinata felt ashamed of her earlier thoughts upon entering the room. She had been prepared for that, but Naruto seemed...

It turns out he was just concerned about himself; after all, it's not as convenient to talk outside as it is here.

While Hinata was still lost in thought on the sofa, Naruto was already in the kitchen humming a little tune as he cooked. He was very patient and unhurried, knowing exactly what to do at what time.

If he walked in and started undressing Hinata like a pervert, the impression he'd leave would definitely be that of a creep. Even if he managed to take advantage of her, the future was uncertain.

If both people are passionately attracted, then naturally, there's no need to say more; entering the room is perfectly legal. Douyu Live broadcasts old-fashioned late-night projects, including two people playing in the water.

But Naruto knew from the start that Hinata was upset and had agreed to go home with him for comfort. His first priority was to meet Hinata's needs while lowering her expectations.

Even if Hinata's worries are nothing to him, he still needs gentle comfort, even if it's just empty words.

Time ticked by, and the kitchen filled with delicious aromas.

Naruto's cooking skills are so-so; he's just too lazy to cook, but the food he makes tastes alright. However, compared to Hinata, it's still far inferior.

After all, Hinata had received systematic training and formally learned from a teacher. All women in the Hyuga Main Family have to go through such a process; they may not have to do it, but they cannot be ignorant of it.

The Hyuga Clan is quite a paradox, being an ancient and Uchiha Clan. While the Uchiha have long since gone into the sea, the Hyuga pride themselves Hinata being moderate.

After outliving the Uchiha Clan, they arrogantly proclaimed themselves the greatest clan in Konohagakure. From their historical existence to their status within the village, they maintained their self-importance and loved to subtly show off.

Hinata only came to her senses and started helping after Naruto had served all the food. Her face was flushed, perhaps from the heat.

At the dinner table, Naruto opened a bottle of wine from the refrigerator, just for himself. Hinata drank warm water, and the two chatted for a while.

Just as they were finishing their meal, Naruto was serving soup to Hinata when he accidentally moved too roughly, causing a wet patch to appear on Hinata's chest.

"Ah!" Hinata frowned as she looked at the soup stains on her clothes.

Upon seeing this, Naruto was stunned and gasped. He quickly pulled out a tissue and handed it to Hinata, his face full of guilt.

"Hinata, I'm sorry, I was too careless."

"It's okay, I can just wipe it off." Hinata said as she wiped her clothes, but summer clothes are thin, and the soup seeped into them, so it wasn't easy to wipe it off.

Hinata felt a little depressed. She really wanted to take a bath, but she didn't know how to bring it up.

Should she use Naruto's bathroom? Would that be too abrupt? But going home... she didn't really want to face her father right now. Thinking about it, she became increasingly depressed.

"Hinata, why don't you take a bath?" Naruto suddenly suggested. "You can't really get her clean just by wiping, can you? What do you think?"

"Okay." She had no reason to hesitate; it wouldn't be comfortable for the soup to stick to her clothes.

"This way." Naruto got up and led the way, clicking open the bathroom door. "That's the washing machine and dryer; they've been replaced with new ones. We'll start like this."

He patiently talked to Hinata while filling the bathtub, then left after telling her to go wash first.

Hinata stood there, somewhat bewildered. She had originally planned to just take a shower and wash quickly. But Naruto had already prepared hot water for her, so it seemed she should take a bath instead.

Outside the living room, Naruto, a smile on his face, deftly carried all the food from the dining table into the kitchen. After washing up, he immediately leaned back on the sofa to read a book.

After waiting for about an hour, Hinata carefully emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe. The dryer was still running, its hum masking her embarrassment.

Actually, only Hinata was embarrassed. She stood there wrapped in a bathrobe, and in one word, she was a feast for the eyes. She didn't know what had happened; she felt like she had somehow ended up taking a bath.

She wasn't stupid; she vaguely sensed that things were going a bit strange, especially when Naruto suddenly stood up and said it was too hot and he was going to take a shower.

Hinata's alert level spiked to its peak. Her heart pounded, and she swallowed hard like a startled fawn. She glanced longingly at Naruto with her doe-like eyes, only to find him already turned his back and entered the bathroom.

With a click, she sat awkwardly on the sofa, her mind racing with a jumble of thoughts. Her heart, which had just calmed down, suddenly started pounding again.

In a panic, all I could do was blow-dry my hair.

In the bathroom, Naruto stood under the showerhead and took a shower. Amidst the rising steam, for some reason, he remembered an embarrassing incident involving Choji.

While Choji's new wife was undertaking some important tasks that would benefit population growth, she spent a great deal of time and effort dressing up, while Choji simply...

His wife was furious. Later, Choji accidentally let slip the secret while drunk, and Naruto found out and made fun of him for half a year. He was thought to be working to expand Konohagakure's population, but it turns out he only cared about population and didn't pay any attention to rituals.

He quickly took a shower and changed his clothes when he came out of the bathroom. Even if Naruto was shameless, he wouldn't go out in a bathrobe; it would scare Hinata away.

"Huh?" Hinata was drying her hair when she heard the sound and looked up sharply, her eyes meeting Naruto's.

"What's wrong?" he asked while drying his hair with a towel.

"It's nothing." Hinata watched Naruto finish drying his hair and go back to his room to blow-dry it, and suddenly felt that she was making a mountain out of a molehill, always being so suspicious.

Maybe... maybe Naruto never even thought about that kind of thing. She thought this, her heart pounding, as she blew her hair away.

A few minutes later, Naruto came out again and naturally took the hairdryer from Hinata to dry her hair. His hands danced through the half-dry hair, his fingertips occasionally brushing against her neck.

The itchy feeling made Hinata's mind a little chaotic. This series of actions had completely left her with a complex and inexplicable emotional state, and she also wanted to verify something.

Is it because I'm not charming enough? This thought inevitably crossed her mind, causing her inner turmoil and confusion, leaving her unsure of what to do.

Hinata was still a little dazed after her hair was dried. Unexpectedly, Naruto threw down what he was holding and fell asleep on her lap.

Of all the things in the world that are truly cherished, only black stockings and lap pillows are truly irreplaceable.

Hinata was taken aback at first, but when she realized what was happening, a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips. Her hand involuntarily reached up and touched Naruto's hair, her fingers threading through his hair.

Her face was infinitely gentle, and she spoke in a tender tone.

"I really enjoy the time I spend with Naruto. You are the most important person to me. So I'm worried that I won't be able to be with you in the future. I wish time could stand still at this moment."

Hearing Hinata's almost confessional words, Naruto looked up at her, but unfortunately her face was blocked from view.

"We'll be together, and Hinata's lap pillow is so comfortable, how could I bear to part with her?"

"Ah! Please don't say such things!"

"I'm telling the truth, is that something I can't even say?"

"Okay, okay, it's just that it's embarrassing to have a lap pillow. I..."

Naruto was clearly teasing Hinata, and the little girl couldn't bring herself to say anything sweet or cheesy; her ears were bright red. Her voice trembled slightly, but she showed no sign of displeasure.

So he sat up and pounced on Hinata down on the sofa.

Hinata, I'm sorry, I was too careless.

"It's alright, just wipe it off."

The familiar conversation repeated itself. Hinata said those words, but she no longer had the strength to get up and take a bath. Naruto words as usual; she never blamed others.

Naruto then let Hinata lean on his shoulder, and with his other hand he reached over to hug Hinata's back, whispering something to her.

Your face has turned very red.