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Genma stared at the sky as he walked through the training grounds. As he ran over all he had to do that day, he also thought about what he would do if he wasn’t a shinobi. What would life be like for him as a civilian? Would his day-to-day life essentially be the same? Or wildly different? He thought about his parents. What would they have wanted from him?
“N-Naruto-kun…” he heard a tiny voice flitter in his ears. Only one person could sound like that. Hyuuga Hinata was a small girl with a smaller voice. But she was strong. He always wondered what daily life would be like for her, being born to an elite clan. He thought about their differences, in childhood and adulthood. “I-I… um.” He came to a clearing, and Naruto and Hinata were staring at each other. He stopped walking to hide behind a tree. It seemed he stumbled upon something private, but he couldn’t get away. He could body flicker away, but where would the fun in that be? “I love you, Naruto-kun.”
Oh shit. He peered from behind the tree and watched as the small heiress gazed up at her long-time crush. Everyone knew how she felt about him. Hell, half the Chunin proctors made bets about all the Rookie 9, and one of them definitely had to do with Hyuuga Hinata’s crush on the jinchuriki. Her face was red as a tomato, but she kept her gaze on him. Her hands fidgeted in front of her as she waited for her answer.
“I’m sorry, Hinata-chan,” Naruto said, low and soft. Genma knew that she’d get turned down, but having to witness it was something else. He looked to the heiress as she was watching Naruto with glassy eyes, on the brink of tears. If heartbreak had a picture as its definition, this would be it. Her lip quivered as her hands stopped fidgeting and squeezed together instead. Her head fell and a curtain of ebony hair dropped in front of her face. “I don’t have those feelings for you. I love you as a friend.”
That’s got to be worse, Genma thought. Couldn’t he have spared her? He watched Hinata as she nodded, with her hair still covering her face. He could tell she was crying. Naruto put his hand on her shoulder and Genma winced. That’s got to hurt . She waved him off and Genma could make out a very faint “I’m sorry.”
Hinata stood there, her hands still pulled into her chest, head down. Naruto walked away from her while she stood still for a little longer. Then her shoulders started shaking, and she sank to the ground, arms around her knees. Genma watched her for a while until she stopped shaking with sobs. He walked out from behind the tree, approaching her as she was resting her forehead on her forearms, still crouched. He crouched next to her not saying anything.
What could he say? How could he make something like that better? He couldn’t. All he could do is offer a shoulder. Someone to listen. He watched her a little longer until he tentatively reached out his hand and placed it on her shoulder. Her head snapped up and she stared into his chocolate brown eyes. She tried to read what he was feeling in them but all she could find was concern. He offered her a small warm smile and squeezed her shoulder. She sniffled. He stood up then walked away, leaving the sounds of his sandal the only thing she heard from him as they scuffed the dirt. Tak tak .
She watched him walk away, heart still aching, face still stained with tears. But a strange new thought formed in her head. Was that the guy on guard duty for the Hokage?
***
It had been months since Hinata had been rejected by Naruto, but someone new came into her life. Someone who she never thought she’d ever enjoy being around. When everyone was in love with him during academy days, she never understood it. He was sultry and condescending, and she just never gave him a second thought. All she could think about was the sunshine boy who had taught her to never give up.
But Sasuke was finally home after a long mission. She hadn’t seen him since the war was over. She wasn’t sure how the two of them started talking, but they started seeing each other more and more. They spent time together, just the two of them. They walked around the park talking about the flowers, and enjoying each others’ company. She felt like she didn’t have to keep up while walking around with Sasuke. He was every bit interested in what she had to say as well as okay when neither of them spoke.
When it was Sasuke who confessed first, Hinata was shocked. Just recently she had been in love with his best friend and rival, and after a few months of spending time with Sasuke, he had already started to like her in a way Naruto had never been able to reciprocate. She had accepted him without thinking about it, and they began dating.
It was tough to get her father to see eye-to-eye with her, but she wouldn’t budge until Sasuke was accepted. Hinata hated that her happiness was better now that she was with him, but she was such a hopeless romantic that sometimes that had been all she needed all along. Just to feel like she was important enough for someone to want to spend their time with.
She also came to find out the name of the man who had been unexplainably kind to her. It was at this time that she also learned of his reputation among the village. It seemed like everyone and their mother had an opinion about Shiranui Genma. She couldn’t ask about him for fear of what people would say if they knew she’d asked. She would think the same thing, anyone who asks about him wants what everyone’s having.
Genma was, for all intents and purposes, a slut. But he was a slut who was good at it, so though he had been labelled as promiscuous, he also had been labelled as a ladies’ man. Most people (all genders alike) weren’t turned off by the fact that he was a bit of a slut; in fact, it sometimes excited them more.
When she first walked by Genma, he had been talking to his coworker and friend, Namiashi Raidō. He seemed to notice as she walked by since he waved to her. Raidō watched the exchange with curious eyes as the pretty heiress waved back with a small smile. He knew who she was, of course he did. That was the heiress of the Hyuuga clan, dating the head of the Uchiha clan. It was hard not to know who they were. But why was Genma of all people on waving terms with her? Raidō had never been more confused in his life.
Genma knew that waving to her might cause rumors to fly, but he also knew that she was pretty, and she was happy, and he wanted her to be happy. She looked like someone who had had too much pain in their life and needed to be happy. He smiled at her because acknowledging her would mean acknowledging her strength. She was strong for picking herself up again and getting back out there. She was strong for a lot of things relating to her job as well, but it took emotional strength to move on from someone she was sure was the love of her life. Genma saw it written on her face the moment he saw her in the field.
As she walked down the hallway, Genma sighed. For no reason in particular. Why Raidō was looking at him like that was beyond him. They just knew who each other were. That was all that mattered. Two people can wave at each other in a hallway without it being weird.
As the months went by, Hinata was happy, and he could see that. He was elated that she was happy, but he knew that they'd never get past this awkward ‘wave at each other in the hallways’ thing they had going on.
That is, until Hinata didn’t show up for work for a few days. Then when he did see her, she didn’t even meet his gaze as she passed him in the hall. He looked at Raidō and noted his quirked brow. Clearly, something was going on. It didn’t start to make sense until about a week after that. Sasuke had been called to an important mission. The duration was up in the air, no one knew how long it could take. Years didn’t seem like a stretch to them. Genma understood the implication - she and Sasuke must have broken up.
Another day went by, and Hinata once again didn’t meet Genma’s gaze, so he had to see what the fuss was about. He looked at Raidō and he just nodded curtly. Genma followed the girl back to her work station. He peered around the door to see if she needed someone to talk to, but Tenten was in there sitting with her in silence. He was just about to leave until he heard Tenten speak. He was frozen in his tracks, unable to stop eavesdropping on the heiress and her complicated love life. “Hinata, you have to talk about it sometime,” Tenten spoke, quietly and with empathy.
“It just hurts so much,” Hinata responded, her attention focused on the task in front of her. She was diligently and painstakingly going through each file, not bringing her gaze up to look at Tenten. Genma thought he had seen heartbreak on her the night Naruto turned her down, but this was something new. She actually had a relationship with Sasuke, and now that it was over, she was destroyed. “He told me,” she started again, her voice breaking. Her fingers clutched tightly at the papers she was reading through, almost wrinkling them. “He told me he didn’t want to keep me tied down to him if he didn’t know when he was going to be back.”
“Well that’s good, right?” Tenten reassured her. Her hand rested on Hinata’s arm. “That means that he cares enough about you to not want to keep you from experiencing other things.”
“Yeah, but,” she sniffled. “That just makes it harder to forget him.”
Genma watched a painful look of understanding flash across Tenten’s face. “I know what you mean,” she told her. Her hand squeezed Hinata’s arm, and the heiress finally looked up at her friend.
“Thanks, Tenten,” Hinata said weakly. Genma couldn’t see the look on her face, but from the expression Tenten wore, he could tell it wasn’t convincing of her well being in the slightest.
“Well, if you need anything,” Tenten started as she stood up.
Oh shit! Genma jolted out of his stealthy eavesdropping position and hurried down the hall to make it seem like he hadn’t been listening in on their conversation.
Hinata was convinced she was cursed. It had already been weeks since Sasuke went away and she hadn’t even gotten word from him, let alone heard how his mission was going. Sure, missions were classified, but sometimes people close to them could let them know that things were wrapping up, or that they’d be delayed. There was nothing from him. Hinata started to dread more and more that Sasuke had made the right decision. It seemed he wouldn’t be coming back for a long while.
She couldn’t bring herself to forget him entirely, so she had thrown herself into work. She remembered Genma working as the guard for the Hokage, and before she would wave at him, but dedicated Hinata couldn’t bother to think about such trivialities. She no longer waved to him, and she didn’t really talk to a lot of her friends very often either. She knew it was silly to get so hung up on him, but she missed him dearly. The more time she spent with her friends, the more she would think about how he would act, what he would quip to her after one too many of Naruto’s jokes, when he’d take her away so they could get alone time. She missed him more than anything, but time was ticking on. It wasn’t going to wait for Sasuke to come home, and it wasn’t going to heal Hinata any more than she’d allow it to.
Months after Sasuke had been away, Hinata had been working away in the archives as she had been doing. The work of reconnaissance had been almost nonexistent after the war ended, so she spent her time going through reports for discrepancies of other missions. The door opened but she hardly looked up to see who it was. Someone sat across from her as her busy fingers continued on. She forced her focus on the task in front of her. With the arrival of Genma, Hinata’s heart picked up in pace from anxiety. She tried to slow it down, but it wouldn’t listen. Under the assumption that he wasn’t going to talk again like last time, she ignored it.
“Are you okay?” Genma asked, making Hinata shudder. She couldn’t deny how silky his voice was, but she sure as hell was going to try. This was not the time for such thoughts.
“Hm,” she answered non committedly, a habit she may or may not have picked up from a certain Uchiha. She seemed to only do it when her mind was working too fast for her to process, and couldn’t think of a better response.
“I take it that things with Sasuke aren’t going well?”
She snapped her head up, eyes wild in a blaze after hearing his name. She managed to tone it down since he couldn’t know too much about her situation. Then her manners came back with full force and she internally cringed at her behavior towards him. “Something like that,” she admitted quietly.
“So, are you doing okay?” he asked again. She looked up at him, and it wasn’t pity in his eyes, but concern. The same concern that flooded them when he comforted her when she was rejected by Naruto. A senbon was twisted and turned in his mouth as he stared at her. She met his gaze and could tell that he was curious about her thoughts. Did he perhaps notice that she never looked at him anymore?
“Not really,” she answered truthfully.
He didn’t say anything after that, perhaps he felt too unqualified to be giving her advice, but he continued to be with her. Having his presence there was comforting, she concluded. Even if he said nothing, the fact that he knew of her pain, and was willing to be there while she endured it meant something to her. A thought of him only being nice to her to get in her pants popped up, but she quickly squashed it before she could worry about it further. He would have said something more if that was his goal.
***
Genma couldn’t deny the thoughts that continuously plagued him. He was more than aware of her short yet intense relationship with Sasuke. Something very scary and very painful lied in his future if he continued on like he had been doing. But as he watched her from the corner of the bar, finally sitting with her friends, he just couldn't bring himself to stop thinking about her. How would it feel to run his fingers through her hair? How would it feel to have her rest on his shoulder? How would she feel under him-
“Genma’s latched onto one finally,” he heard a voice say from beside him. He pried his eyes away from her to see who was talking about him. Anko smirked mischievously from beside him. “Got your sights on the emotionally unavailable Hyuuga heiress, huh?”
“She’s not emotionally unavailable,” Genma muttered.
Kakashi laughed a little too loudly for Genma’s taste. “She went out with Sasuke, of course she is.”
Genma watched her as she listened to her friends talk around her. Her gaze would sometimes droop but she did her best to maintain the mask that she always wore. Just once, he would like to see her drop it and be vulnerable. Maybe they were right, maybe she was emotionally unavailable. But even so, he was something of a challenge too? He could work on that.
“The passion of youth is strong!” Gai piped up. “Do not shame him for having such passions!”
“Gai, I’m older than you,” Genma deadpanned.
“And I too am full of the passion of youth. I do not see your point.”
Genma sighed and continued to stir his drink and stare at Hinata. He gave up trying to be discreet. For someone with a kekkei genkai in her eyes, she sure was oblivious.
“You’re aiming too high,” Kakashi said beside him. He slapped a hand on his shoulder, eyes crinkled in a tipsy annoying smirk. “She’s too pretty for you.”
“Why can I smell your alcohol breath when you’re wearing a mask?” Genma answered instead. His friends were used to him attempting to get with anyone who caught his fancy, and he usually was successful. It seemed that they thought this particular venture of his was too far out of his depth.
Genma, however, wasn’t entirely confident in his pursuit for her, more so that he was eager to get to know her. Despite what the rest of the village and his friends thought, Genma felt things deeply and intensely. He couldn’t take his eyes off the woman in purple, with the pearlescent eyes and the light blush of alcohol dusting her cheeks. Try as he might, he couldn’t get her face out of his dreams. She loved so deeply and unabashedly, he was jealous of that kind of devotion. After just a few months of dating Sasuke, she had fallen into a depression when he was taken away so suddenly. Would someone ever feel that way towards him? Sure, she was beautiful, but he wanted to know how she ticked. He was more curious of her thoughts than he was of anything else. And more than anything, he wanted to get that damn mask off her face.
“Leave him alone, Senpai,” Yamato slurred. He was across from Genma, next to Kakashi. “Just because you can’t get any doesn’t mean he shouldn’t.” Anko laughed loudly from beside Genma. “Plus, look at his track record.”
“It is pretty impressive,” Anko wiped a tear from her sudden laughter.
“Shut up,” Genma muttered. He was aware of his track record. He was hyper aware of it, actually. He had a libido that couldn’t be tamed and a deep craving for human connection. After every person he was with, he’d ask himself, is this the one? Is this going to be the one to get him to calm down? To love him for all his flaws? Each time he was disappointed, though he couldn’t put all the blame on his partners. He sometimes was quick to jump ship too. He was a walking contradiction - he craved the closeness of another person, yet feared the commitment. How he could ever get out of this hellish cycle was beyond him.
“Though he has been stagnant for a while,” Kakashi continued on.
“Are we ever going to move on from this subject?” Genma asked, his head falling into his hands. He loved being the center of attention, but this was far too much.
“Not likely. What’s the hold up, Shiranui? Has Hyuuga been on your mind longer than we thought? You don’t usually wait this long.”
“Hatake, shut your whore mouth.”
“Oh, now I’m the whore.”
“I hate it when you drink. You’re such an asshole.”
“You didn’t say that last time we drank together.”
“That’s because your tongue was shoved so far down my throat that I couldn’t even talk.”
Kakashi scowled at him. It was an unspoken agreement between them to not talk about their very fleeting and indulgent hookups in front of Yamato, who Kakashi truly had feelings for but refused to do anything about. It seemed Yamato was too far gone in his happy drunken state to follow along with his friends’ bickering. “You’re not supposed to talk about that.”
“Everyone knows we fuck sometimes, Kakashi. Your libido is almost as high as mine.”
Kakashi growled and turned towards his drink to pout at it. That got him off my back , Genma thought to himself. He glanced back up at Hinata just in time to watch her eyes flicker away as soon as his own landed on her. Oh? What is this?
Genma was here with his friends, just as Hinata was here with hers. She noticed him as soon as he sat down with them, but did her best not to look his way. She did catch that he was staring her down. She tried to ignore it, actually, and thankfully all her friends were turned away from him so they couldn’t tease her about it. If anyone caught on to the fact that she and Genma were friendly, she’d be mortified at the implication.
Hinata tried to listen as her friends gossiped amongst themselves. She thought about what Sasuke would think if he was here, but she pushed that thought deep down. She was here to get over him. He was right to break up with her, even more so since it had been nearly two months since he left and there was no contact.
It wasn’t until Genma had looked away for longer than usual that Hinata glanced his way. She drank in his light blush of alcohol, his boisterous friends, his smooth brown hair. Then he brought his eyes back to her, and she immediately tore hers away, hoping he hadn’t seen her. She laughed along with her friends to convince him and herself that it had just been a fleeting glance.
Why the jounin was so interested in her in the first place was beyond her, but she wasn’t about to ask him about it. What if she was wrong? What if he was just friendly towards her because he wanted to be her friend? She sipped her drink and cursed her overthinking. What would he even want with her?
She twirled her black shiny hair around her finger and ran her hands through her high ponytail. This had been the first time she had said yes to a night out in a while. She was starting to get tired from all the social interaction and yawned a little.
“Getting tired, Hinata?” Sakura asked her, her voice as sweet as cherries.
Hinata smiled softly. “Just a little.”
“Me too,” she returned the smile and added a little yawn of her own. “I think Ino and Tenten are going to continue the party, but I’m gonna head home. Do you want to head out with me?”
“Sure.” She followed Sakura out of the booth and said her goodbyes to Ino and Tenten who were scouring the dance floor and sipping on their drinks. When they made it outside, Sakura stayed with her by the entrance.
“I live in the opposite direction as you, I think,” Sakura muttered, mostly to herself. “Do you want me to walk with you home?” she asked, her question now directed at Hinata.
“No, that’s okay. I don’t live too far from here and I want to take my time. I know you’re tired, Sakura-chan.”
“Okay, see you!”
Hinata watched as her pink haired friend waved goodbye and started toward her apartment. Sakura was sweet, always thinking of what her friends wanted before she thought about herself. Hinata knew that Sakura was getting tired but couldn’t get Ino’s paws off her until someone else wanted to leave too. Hinata let out a breath of hot air and watched it as it turned to a cloud in front of her. It was a little chilly, but she was wearing her purple hoodie, so it could be worse. She gazed up at the sky, relishing in each little speck of light that shined from above. She had come a long way since the shy little genin that couldn’t say two words to Naruto. A small smile fell on her lips.
“Hi,” a voice right beside her ear startled her out of her concentration, causing her to jolt and blush in response. Genma was suddenly next to her, and smirking at that. She didn’t see his friends with him, so he either abandoned them, or they abandoned him. She wasn’t sure which one she’d prefer more. “You alone?” he asked, seemingly reading her mind.
She combed through her long ponytail with her hand and nodded. “Ino and Tenten are staying behind, I walked out with Sakura-chan.”
“I abandoned mine.” He shot her another smirk and she couldn’t help but watch his lips as he talked. Maybe it was the way he twisted the senbon in his mouth as he spoke, maybe it was the silky velvet of his voice that calmed her nerves, but as his words registered in her mind, she blushed slightly. He seemed to study her with much of the same intensity. She fidgeted with her lip in her mouth before looking to the street. Seemingly able to read her nervous actions, he spoke again. “Want me to walk you home?”
“I actually wasn’t going to go home,” she told him truthfully. She wasn’t sure what it was about Genma that made her want to tell him everything on her mind. It just somehow seemed to her like he’d understand everything she told him, that he wouldn’t question or judge her for anything she said. She didn’t fully trust him yet, but she felt like it was worth it to be transparent.
Genma looked around to see if he missed anything. Was she going to stay with Ino and Tenten and he just misread the situation? He didn’t find anything else of consequence. “So where are you going to go?”
She shrugged, looked up at the sky and sniffed the breeze as the flowers blew in the wind. It was the kind of night she didn’t want to miss by going home. “Not home,” she answered simply.
Genma studied her. She was pure moonlight; beautiful to look at. He knew that her soul was just as beautiful. He shook the cringey thoughts out of his head before he could say anything too cheesy. “Want me to accompany you?”
She thought for a second as she brought her gaze back to him. As his brown hair blew with the breeze of the flowers, his chocolate eyes sparkled with something she couldn’t place. She decided to go with her gut. “Okay,” she agreed.
She started walking and he fell right in step with her. She came up to his shoulder, and he had to keep himself from staring at her too much as they walked. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself. If this was any other one of his escapades, he’d start off by complimenting them. He’d flirt a little more, maybe convince them to take him up to their place. But this was Hinata, and she was not one to go through with anything until she knew for sure. She was not one for spontaneity. This was new to him, taking things slow. Even so, he didn’t know how much of her heart still yearned for Sasuke. It had been a few months since he left, but he wasn’t ever certain with her.
“Sorry for earlier,” he said, finally breaking the silence. It was too painful for him to bear.
“What do you mean?” she asked, not looking up at him. She kept her gaze forward, but her fingers fidgeted in front of her, a sign of her nervousness, mask still up.
He smirked. “I was staring at you all night.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks warmed and her fingers fidgeted more. She bit her lip and closed her eyes before speaking again. “It’s alright.”
“It was nice to see you smile again.” Genma winced at his own words. Laying it on a little thick, aren’t you? he chastised himself.
“Eh?” she finally looked up at him, iridescent pupil-less eyes wide. “I’ve smiled.”
“Not for real,” he said quickly. He was happy he got her full attention, but this wasn’t really the time for celebration. “Not since Sasuke left,” he added quietly, empathy lacing his voice.
Hinata visibly deflated. Genma cursed himself for bringing him up when he finally got the time to talk to her, but it had to be said. She took a long breath in, and with an exhale she painted on another smile. “I’m okay.”
“See, you were smiling like that.”
Her eyes blew wide, looking back to him. The somersaults in her chest were almost enough to make her forget about Sasuke, had he not brought him up. “Like what?”
Genma was quick to respond. “Like you want everyone to think you’re okay, but on the inside you’re crumbling. It’s the same look you had after Naruto rejected you.”
Hinata’s chest tightened from his words, making it difficult to breathe. What was his goal, to bring up every bit of her life that was painful to remember? Might as well just mention her dead mother and her father’s rejection while he was at it. He didn’t do it callously, she reminded herself. He was there when Naruto had rejected her, and he was there for her as a presence when Sasuke had broken up with her. She thought for a moment about what his role was in all of this. Somehow he was always there? He was barely an acquaintance, but she felt safe. Comforted. “Oh,” she said stupidly. She caught a bench in their line of sight and plopped down on it. If they were going to talk, she might as well get comfortable. He sat down next to her, and she relished in his comforting presence.
“You know, you don’t have to be okay,” he said softly.
She whipped to face him a little too fast and hit his face with her ponytail. A deep chortle rumbled out of him, but she couldn’t see the humor in the situation. Too many emotions were brought to the surface, and she suddenly felt like she was drowning and he was the only one with a buoy to pull her up. Before things could get too raw, she bowed her head to avoid his gaze. It seemed to pierce her every flaw. How he could see her so clearly without a visual prowess to aid him, better than anyone else ever could, was beyond her. “Thank you, Genma-san,” she said formally.
She heard him chuckle beside her. “You can call me Genma,” his voice was smooth to her ears, like a bass trombone. She felt his fingers on her chin as he urged her to look back up at him. As they stared, she couldn’t discern any malintent nor anything lewd. His eyes shone with the same emotion they’d been giving out all night. He reminded her of the stars she watched every so often and longed to be near.
Genma wasn’t expecting to be caught breathless as they stared into each others’ eyes, and he certainly wasn’t expecting his heart to lurch in his chest. Her dark hair framed her pale face, and he was once again reminded of moonlight. Her mask clung to her by a thread. It was so close to snapping. He wished he was an artist so he could capture that look on a canvas.
“Okay,” she agreed softly. Genma’s eyes moved down to her lips, soft and pink. She wasn’t just ebony and ivory, the pink of her lips called to him. Genma stood up abruptly. This was a bad idea.
“Apologies, Hinata-chan,” he said quickly, eyes darting around them. She continued to stare at him with her stunning pearlescent eyes. He couldn’t look any longer or he was going to be blinded. “I gotta get back. Will you be okay walking back to your apartment? Of course you will, you can take care of yourself. Okay, see you!”
He was aware he was rambling, but anything was better than standing a moment longer and feeling such mushy feelings. He willed his heart to slow, but had no luck. Just one moment alone together, and this was how he acted? Sasuke had barely even left, and he was already making moves like that on her. He was no good for her. He had to steer clear if he wanted to keep any last shred of sanity and dignity.
Meanwhile, Hinata was stoic as she watched him walk away. She still felt the burning sensation his hands left on her chin. He was a nebula, bringing her in with his warmth, making her stay with his gravity. What had just happened? she asked herself, finally blinking his stardust away. How did he bring up every last ounce of pain and then squash it with just one look? One gentle hand on her cheek, one look into his eyes, a few soft words, and suddenly she was okay again. She smiled softly, watching his back disappear into the night as he held his head in his hands and walked as far away from her as he could get. This is what she had been missing. She needed someone to admit that things would be hard now, but that she was strong. He obviously thought so by his last comment. She could make it. All she needed was a friend.
***
Making friends with Genma was harder than Hinata thought it would be. After that night, he distinctly avoided her. She walked by the Hokage’s office on her way to work, and he was mysteriously gone, though not off duty since Raidō was there with no partner. She sighed as she passed the Hokage’s office again. If he knew what time she came by, maybe she could surprise him by coming a little earlier.
She thought about their past interactions and came to realize that he had always been the one to find her. When they first became acquainted, he had found her in the field. When she was recovering from the heartbreak over Sasuke, he came to find her at her job. When they were at the bar, he was the one to approach her. Maybe she could do the brave thing and actually find him for once. She decided on a plan for the next week.
On a day she knew he’d be there, she arrived a half hour earlier than usual. She strolled down the curved hallway, and just before reaching the line of sight of the guards, she stopped. Running a hand through her long hair, she took a deep breath and steeled her nerves. She may be shy and nervous all the time, but she could make friends. She’d done it before.
She turned the corner, just landing in Raidō’s sight, but a bit out of Genma’s. She smiled to herself, knowing that he’d have nowhere to run if he didn’t want to appear suspicious. She swore she saw something in Raidō’s eye as he watched her walk down the hall. He undoubtedly knew what was going on since Genma suspiciously vanished at the same time that Hinata would walk by. Raidō made sure to distract Genma long enough so that he wouldn’t have time to so much as body flicker away.
As Genma’s eyes landed on her, he stopped dead in his conversation with Raidō, and Hinata was sure she saw Raidō snicker. Her eyes met his and she let out a small giggle and waved to him as she had done before. Genma slowly waved back, his eyes still wide in surprise.
“Pick up your jaw, Genma, you’ll catch flies,” she heard Raidō tell him. Hinata giggled again at his comment and passed them by. She’ll be able to make friends with him in due time.
Genma stared at Hinata’s back long after she had waved at him. How could she not hate him? He felt like he took advantage of her and her kindness. A hand waved in his face, and Genma was shook from his thoughts.
“You alive in there?” Raidō asked, smirking as he watched Genma stumble out of his stupor.
“Barely,” Genma answered, breathless.
After that, Genma stopped avoiding Hinata each time she walked by, but they never said anything more than two words to each other. If she was going to befriend Genma, she’d have to take the initiative. It seemed as though he wasn’t going to go any further than what she felt was comfortable. She appreciated that about him, but did want to pursue friendship, so she wasn’t sure what he was running from.
She once again steeled her resolve and tried to get to work early. She was going to talk to him today, even if it killed them. She made the usual turn about the long curved hallway and located the highly ranked pair of jounin. “Hi Genma-sa-, um, Genma,” she waved to him.
“Hinata-chan,” he acknowledged, waving to her as well. When she walked up to them rather than passing them, he did a double take. What in the world was she doing?
“How are you doing today?” she asked him, those same bright eyes gazing up at him with a wonder he couldn’t quite place.
“Oh you know, the same. We stand here, we crack jokes, we make sure the Hokage doesn’t get assassinated, but he’s more than capable of taking care of himself. I guess we're more like arm candy.”
Hinata giggled and looked at Raidō who was watching them with increased interest. “How are you doing today, Raidō-san?”
“Much better now, thank you,” Raidō answered with a wicked and knowing grin. The look Genma shot him was worth the flack he’d get later.
“I’m glad to hear that,” she told him with a polite smile.
“Oh, me too. Ow!” Raidō held his arm where Genma had smacked it. “What was that for?”
Genma shot him another glare before bringing his gaze back to the small woman in front of him. “Heading to work early, Hinata-chan?”
She smiled, bigger than the polite one she had shown Raidō, and it made Genma instantly forget why he was pissed at his friend to begin with. They chatted more until Hinata realized she actually had to get to work, and waved goodbye.
“Oh man, you’re so gone,” Raidō teased his friend.
“If you say one more fucking thing, I’ll knock your teeth in.”
“I didn’t say it was bad!” Raidō pouted the rest of their shift together, but Genma barely noticed. He couldn’t get his thoughts off the pretty Hyuuga princess.
With each passing day, their talks grew longer and longer. Hinata started arriving earlier to get more conversation in with him, and eventually, they started walking home together too. Hinata was pleased. She had set out to become close friends with him, and she got her wish, no longer caring about what other people thought. But there was something that loomed over them whenever they talked.
During their deep conversations, she’d think about how soft his hair looked. She’d think about how his hands would feel if she held them, and she’d think about what he thought about her. It wasn’t until months later that she started thinking that maybe she had a small crush on him. With Sasuke it was different. He was very upfront about what he wanted. When he started developing feelings for her, he told her almost immediately. The situation with Genma was different. She could tell he looked at her with a fondness, but she couldn’t decipher any more than that. When people would comment about their unlikely friendship, she would dismiss it, saying that they were just friends.
They’d become so close that they would spend almost all their free time with each other. When Hinata would pick herbs for her garden, she’d bring him along. When he needed someone to talk to after a long day, she’d meet him and listen to him. Every time Genma left his house, he was going to work or going to see her. It astonished him that he hadn’t thought about anyone else since they started talking.
During a walk back from work, the two had taken a detour and were now sitting on a ledge overlooking the village. The stars shone around them, and Hinata was reminded of the night that Genma had developed their relationship further. They sat in silence, Hinata’s feet tapped the wall of the ledge as she listened to him breathe. She exhaled a cloud of breath and watched as it dissipated.
In the croaks of the frogs and the buzz of the summer, Genma spoke up. “Hey Hina, what’s your star sign?”
“I don’t know,” she answered, turning to look at him. His same bandana covered his head, and a senbon stuck out of the lower corner of his mouth. “What’s December 28th?”
“Ah,” he hummed, smiling in the process. “You’re a Capricorn. That makes sense.”
Hinata cocked her head in question. “What do you mean?”
“You’re smart,” he started to explain. “Determined.” He looked up to the sky, thinking of the moonlight above and beside him. “Most things you set your mind to, you accomplish.” He heard her hum in disapproval and laughed. “You hold yourself to a high standard, higher than everyone else. You try not to let yourself feel your emotions.”
Hinata started to panic. She knew that she had talked to him about just about anything on her mind lately, but had she really lied to him that much? She didn’t think she was lying when they talked, how did he come up with that? “H-How do you know all this?”
“I’ve noticed it. I can see it in everything you do. You can’t hide from me.” She turned away from him, thinking to herself. “It’s why it took you a while to trust me.”
“I trust you!” she insisted, a little too loudly.
“Yeah,” he laughed. “You do, now. You didn’t when we first started talking.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, almost offended. How could he think that she didn’t trust him? Also, he was the one who ran away from her ! “I was the first one to talk,” she added quietly. “You kept avoiding me.”
“You didn’t trust me completely yet,” he smirked. “How could you? We’d only just met. There’s always a wall to climb over with you.”
Hinata huffed a little, slightly grumpy that he thought so of her. “Well, did you trust me?”
“In a heartbeat.”
“How?”
“I thought that someone who loves as much and as hard as you do couldn’t be untrustworthy.”
“Oh,” she looked down, suddenly embarrassed. How could it have taken her longer to accept him?
“Don’t get depressed,” he teased, ruffling her hair. He revelled in the softness of it. “I think it’s cute.”
“Why?” she asked quickly, her cheeks tinted pink.
He noticed the pinkness and looked away, giving her privacy with her thoughts. “It was endearing knowing that you didn’t completely trust me, yet wanted to spend time with me anyway. I mean, you sought me out when I started avoiding you. It made me feel special to you.”
Hinata almost fainted. She squeezed her hands together and took a deep breath. She hadn’t even been trying to get him to like her, and here he was, thinking so deeply and critically. She felt like a school girl all over again. “Why did you avoid me?”
“Good thing we’re compatible, huh?” he asked, laughing again and avoiding the question. He was always trying to alleviate any sort of tension with a good chuckle, but she couldn’t find it in her to laugh. She wanted to cry instead, but not of sadness. She was touched by his words.
She looked up to find a smirk on his lips, and suddenly her pulse quickened as she processed what he said. “W-What?”
“Cancer and Capricorn.”
She stared at him for a beat longer than her heart could take. Her eyes blew wide until she realized the implication. “You mean, for like…” She couldn’t say it. She wouldn’t say it. When her silence dragged on, Genma turned to look at her. Her face was redder than a tomato, but she didn’t look away. He felt entirely too pleased at that. “...Love?” she finally finished.
“That, and other things.”
Her panic continued and she felt like screaming. “G-Genma?” she started, her voice shaking. He took his senbon out of his mouth and turned to face her. It seemed he had stained her porcelain face red because she hadn’t stopped blushing since this conversation began. “Do you… um.” She breathed out all the air in her lungs before taking another deep breath in. His full undivided attention was on her. “Do you… like me? Is that why…?”
“I thought that was obvious,” he answered without a beat, returning her stare. The wind blew her midnight hair with its breeze, fanning her face and framing her full expression. His heart clenched. Did she not know how beautiful she was, inside and out?
“Oh,” she said quietly, breaking their eye contact to stare at her hands. “Genma, I-”
“I know. You need time. Take it at your own pace, I understand.”
She didn’t know what to do. On one hand, she was elated that there was nothing expected of her. On the other hand, she also liked him a bit, and was curious about what it would be like to be with him. Did he even mean what she thought he meant? She fidgeted with her hands in her lap. She looked to his own, holding his weight behind him while he was focused on the night sky in front of them. She bit her lip, debating with herself on what she should do. Finally, she placed hers over his. He snapped his head to look at her, her face still shaded with light pink. She kept her gaze down as she spoke. “Thank you.”
He smiled, switching his senbon to his other hand, then placed it back in his mouth. “It’s no problem.”
They stared at the sky together, her hand still on his. Neither of them were embarrassed, and simply revelled in their time together. Hinata felt as if she’d always been here with him like this; staring at the stars, feeling warmth and comfort in each other’s presence. They’d had this conversation a million times over, in a million different lifetimes. She couldn’t help it that her heart got carried away in her chest.
She was conflicted. It would be too soon for her to start thinking about someone in that way, right? And they had only been talking for a short while. But she took a moment to study him while his attention was focused on the stars. A senbon in the corner of his mouth, moving with his mindless chewing. His bandana atop his head, draping around his soft chestnut hair. She suddenly got the urge to touch it. She blushed and looked away. That wouldn’t be fair to him, not after she essentially turned him down.
After a few moments of looking back and forth from the sky to their hands, and to the man in front of her, she was startled by the gentleness of his voice. “I gotta go.” She stared at him, pearl eyes wide. He tried not to bask in the openness at which she expressed her feelings to him. It may have taken him a while to get here, but it was worth it.
“So soon?” she breathed in, awaiting his response with new anxiety she hadn’t felt before when she was with him.
“I have an early mission that Hokage-sama wants me there for. Are you okay?”
She nodded, visibly attempting to relax. “I’m okay.” She let go of his hand and tried not to notice the absence of the warmth of his hand. She tried not to think about the look on his face, and how similarly it resembled Sasuke when he looked at her with adoration. She tried not to think about how lonely she’d feel had he not wormed his way into her life.
“I trust you’ll get home safe?”
“I will.”
He smiled. “You will. If you don’t, I’ll find the bastard and kill him myself.”
“We’re in a village of highly elite shinobi,” she giggled softly, watching him dust off his pants as he stood up. “I don’t think that’ll happen.”
“You can never be too careful, Hina-chan.” He turned to look at her, slightly above him as he had stepped down from their ledge. “Most accidents happen a mile away from home.” He shot her a wink, and then he was gone. She giggled softly to herself, letting her mind wander. He may have left, but she still felt the warm presence he offered her. She sighed in reverie.
***
Hinata waited anxiously for Genma’s return. Every night since he left, she’d replay their conversation over and over in her head. She’d think about how he looked at her, his eyes as they met hers. She’d think about how warm his hand was to hold, and how comforting his voice was just to let her know that she could take her time, and he’d wait. She was starting to regret taking her time. Would things have been different if she had accepted him from the start?
Each day, she headed to the main gate to see if he was due back to arrive. Kotetsu and Izumo would look at each other painfully before letting her know that no, Genma wasn’t supposed to be back yet. Each day he didn’t return was another day Hinata had to spend thinking about what they could be together. She started imagining him waking up next to her, holding her hand, kissing her. She would dream about spending the morning with him, making him breakfast. She would think about running her fingers through his silky brown hair. She would think about him every day he wasn’t beside her.
She eventually decided that she’d be willing to try with him. To hell what everyone would think, feelings for Sasuke be damned. With that thought, she surprised herself. She hadn’t thought about Sasuke a single time since her last conversation with Genma. Was this her chance to move on? It wouldn’t be fair to Genma if he was just a rebound, but he wasn’t. He was her friend, someone she confided in. If he was more, then she would be okay with that. Friends don’t fantasize about making out with each other.
“Is Genma-”
“Hinata!” Izumo interrupted, already knowing what she was going to ask. “Genma is coming back today!”
“R-Really?” she asked, a blush donning her cheeks. Kotetsu told her his arrival time and she began running over a million scenarios in her head “Thanks!” With a quick wave behind her, she was off. She had to prepare for his return. She ran home to make a bento for him, knowing that nothing tasted better after soldier pills than a warm home-cooked meal.
She poured her heart and soul into it, hoping it was of her best quality, and set off for the main gate. She was just in time to see him walk through the gates. She tried not to think about what Kotetsu and Izumo thought of her and focused solely on Genma. She could feel their eyes on her and hoped she didn’t look desperate.
As Genma walked through the gates, turning to wave at Kotetsu and Izumo, he noticed the purple princess standing just past them. His eyes travelled down to her hands and he noticed the package that she was gripping tightly. He smirked as his eyes travelled back up, but she knew that he was trying to keep his cool. No one’s eyes look that happy while attempting to be smug. Her heart skipped a beat. After spending so much time thinking about him, she was finally actually seeing him.
They walked beside each other taking up a snail’s pace as they recounted what they did while they were apart. After months of seeing him almost every day and not seeing him while he was gone, she couldn’t stop the giddy feeling bubbling in her chest now that he was back. She clutched the bento in her hands as she walked with him. Neither of them remembered a fairly vital part of a shinobi’s return from a mission.
As Genma’s apartment came into view, Hinata realized that she didn’t want this to end. Most of their conversations took place while walking outside with each other, and they very rarely saw each others’ apartments.
She walked with him up to his door, and as he opened it, he turned to face her. “So is that for me?”
“What, this?” she asked, looking down at her bento. She suddenly started to panic, having second thoughts. What if it was too much? “Um,” she started, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. “I-if you want it?”
“I do, yeah,” he answered easily. He watched as her hair, a blanket of the night sky, swayed back and forth. How he was so lucky to get a girl as cute as her to make things for him was beyond him.
“Okay, well here you go!” she said a little too loudly, pushing the bento into his chest, forcing him to take it. He laughed as he took it, enjoying the pink dusting the bridge of her nose. “I gotta go.” She turned around, ready to make a speedy getaway from embarrassing herself too much.
Just as she turned, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him. As she was pulled flush against him, her small hands were splayed out over his flak jacket. His scent of cloves and sandalwood filled her nose as he held her still. She heard him take in a deep breath, no doubt getting a nose full of her scent as well. She could hear his heart beating a little too fast in his chest. “Do you want to come inside?” he whispered, still holding her.
She nodded against him. He risked ruining the moment as he pulled her inside, leading her by the hand and closing the door behind them. Hinata stood, fidgeting nervously, as he tore off his bandana and vest, flinging them to the ground.
“Hinata-chan,” he started, turning around to face her. The words died on his lips. His heart quickened as he returned her stare. Hers was full of longing, but also of shyness. The pink dusting her nose was ever-present, but it was such a good look on her. That gaze was enough to send him into cardiac arrest. “I’m not going to be able to keep my hands to myself with you here.”
“T-that’s okay,” she reassured him. She was firm in her resolve, even if her voice wasn’t.
He peeked over at the table, her bento lying there, almost forgotten. “Your hard work will go to waste.”
He stepped closer to her and revelled in the fact that she had to tilt her head up to meet his eyes. “I’ll make you another one.” He ran a hand through his hair.
“God, what are you doing to me?” he said, more to himself than to her. She took a step closer, and his breath hitched. She was about to answer him when he leaned down and stole her words with a kiss. She kissed him back, the same desperation that he had been feeling evident on her lips. Her hands shook as she clutched his shirt tightly. His hands found their way to her hips, oh god those hips. He’s wanted to touch them since their time at the bar. He pulled her closer, not getting enough of the way she felt against him. Pressed to him, he could smell the lavender scent that followed her around. She smelled like a garden, flowers of all different types, intermingling with one another, but lavender stood out.
Her arms reached up to wrap themselves around his neck. She pulled him closer to taste more of him, feel more of him. His tongue swiped across the bottom of her lip, asking for permission, and she opened it gladly, happy to grant him access.
She attempted to step towards him, but he stepped further, pushing them back toward the bedroom. The sounds of their steps and their lips filled the otherwise silent apartment. She stopped as her legs hit the bed, and he pulled back to watch her. His eyebrows shot up as she fell back on the bed, looking up at him looking thoroughly kissed.
He felt that straight in his groin. That look she was giving him was something out of his wildest fantasies. The blush on her cheeks, the look of longing in her eyes, how could he have lived so long without it? He crawled over her, kissing up her stomach as he went. She sighed and moaned as his lips found hers again, kissing her fervently.
Hinata shuffled up to his pillows, keeping their lips locked, not wanting to miss a second of him. He followed her up, his hands roaming under her jacket, but over her shirt. She shrugged off the shoulders, breaking their kiss as her hoodie fell to the ground. He kissed her again, revelling in the soft little sighs she let loose. He bit her lip, and she yipped in a high pitch.
He laughed, kissing where he bit her, then going for her tongue once more. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, holding him closer. His legs were on both sides of her, his length pressing in his pants. She felt the bulge against her core through their clothes and let out a soft moan. His hands snaked up under her mesh top, feeling her soft skin against the pads of his fingers. “Mm,” she moaned against his mouth. He smiled into it, documenting where she liked to be touched.
Her mesh shirt was thrown over her head and she was laid out before him, chest still bound tight by the binds she usually wore to keep her from being in too much pain when she fought. His hands found the end of the wrap, and sitting up on the back of his legs, he held her with him as he unraveled them. While the blush bloomed from her cheeks, her eyes told him that she was anything but hesitant. Even through everyday life she felt things intensely, her emotions a whirlwind kept locked inside, and he couldn’t wait to help set it free, to see that intensity displayed before him, while she screamed his name.
His hands were warm as they cupped her now freed breasts, massaging her. He leaned down once more for a kiss, and she returned it, but pulled away quicker than he’d have liked. He chased her lips with her own as she pulled away, but she just smiled and tugged on his shirt. He took the hint, smirking, and shoved off his own shirt. She sighed as she watched him, eyes raking over his toned body. He couldn’t help the pride that swelled in his chest knowing that she found him attractive. Even if her kissing wasn’t enough to prove it, if she kept looking at him like that, he was surely going to give her the best time of her life.
Genma kissed her belly as she laid down once more, resting her head on the pillows. She breathed heavily as he trailed kisses down her stomach. She tensed as he got inches away from her heat. She grabbed the sheets, bracing herself for impact, and he pulled down her pants, leaving her almost completely naked. She let out a soft whimper just as he reached to touch her over her panties. He stopped. He looked up at her from between her legs, her hair sprawled out, a heavy blush painting her cheeks, and a needy look in her eyes. He bit his lip.
What if he fucked everything up after this? What if when he woke up she was gone, and he never saw her again? What if he couldn’t keep her to himself like this? His chest started to tighten. He could almost feel a panic attack coming on. Sex always complicated things with him, what if she didn’t want the same things? Was he pushing this on her?
Hinata noticed the increase of panic and worry on his face, and leaned forward to cup his cheeks, bringing him close to her. “I’m okay,” she reassured him. “I want this.”
He was more worried about fucking up, and the thoughts continued to plague him. What if this ruins what they have together? He never wanted her to stay his friend more than he did right then. But then she looked at him, the same cheeks seemed to be red with desire and want rather than embarrassment. Suddenly, he became lost in the softness of her hands and the power and ferocity in her eyes. He closed his eyes, reaching a decision. He was going to have her, if she let him.
His hands covered hers on his cheeks. He squeezed them, a tenderness in his eyes. “Okay,” he agreed. “Okay,” he repeated, more to himself.
She pulled her hands away to rest on the pillow while his fingers trailed along the inner side of her thighs. Her breath hitched as he ghosted over the cotton of her panties. His middle finger trailed up the fabric along her slit. She let out a small moan, and he smirked, hoping that there were more where that came from. He did it one more time. “Please,” she breathed out, bucking her hips.
“Please what?” he whispered, watching as she stared at the ceiling, pleading to feel good.
“Please,” she repeated once more.
“Use your words, Hina.” His finger trailed over once more and she moaned with a sigh.
“More,” she whispered. He slid her panties down her legs and moved up to be in front of her face. His brown hair framed his own while he looked down at her in all her naked glory.
“You’re so beautiful,” he grinned from above her.
She lightly pushed his chest, blushing. “ Stoooop ,” she whined, covering her face with her hands. He chuckled, and pulled her hands away from her face.
“I mean it.” He kissed her on the lips, smiling while she kissed him back. He pulled away too quickly, and she whimpered at the loss. “You’re beautiful here,” he said as he kissed her neck. “Here.” He kissed her chin. “”Here.” He kissed the valley between her breasts. “Here.” He kissed her nipple, sucking lightly while pulling away. She let out a small moan. “Here.” He kissed her other one, sucking as well. “Here.” He kissed her navel. “Here.” He kissed her lower stomach. “Here.” He licked her slit towards her clit.
“Genma!” she screamed, bucking her hips at the sudden sensation. He chucked again.
“What?” he asked, grinning. He was looking up at her, her pearl eyes staring back down at him with a look he could only describe as lust . “You said you wanted this.”
“I do,” she said softly, but firm. “I want you.”
Genma smiled, looking down at her pretty pussy. “All you have to do is ask.” He dove into her licking circles around her clit. She clenched to the sheets as he sucked and licked. She couldn’t hold back her voice. Hinata liked to think that she was quiet when she did intimate activities, but it seemed that with Genma she was anything but. She mewled, gripping the sheets, wanting to tighten her thighs around his head.
He held her thighs down with his hands, spreading her legs for him as he lapped. Her hands left the bed and instead went for his hair, and it was softer than she thought it’d be. With him between her legs working her in angles she’d never felt before, she lost herself in him. Her voice became more confident, louder, more high pitched.
“Genma,” she sighed as she wrangled her fingers through his hair. He took that as a sign to slip a finger into her, and she screamed . He smiled into her, and she moaned, the sensation of his breath against her was almost too much for her to handle. He was pleased, listening to her come undone, but he didn’t want it to stop yet, so he pulled his finger back out, continuing on her clit, but stopping her before she could lose herself. She whined at the sudden loss, but it just made him smile more.
“Genma, I-” her words were stopped short by his fingers making their way in her again, and this time it was two. She made the same scream this time, toes curling as he curled his fingers inside her. She needed them deeper, she needed him deeper.
He pulled them back out and toned down his tongue as she had almost climbed to a climax at just his fingers. He crawled up to her, smiling down at her. “I love it when you say my name,” he told her, grinning. He leant down to kiss her and was surprised at how much she kissed him back despite tasting herself on him. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she kissed him, biting his bottom lip, and bucking her hips up towards his.
“More,” she said simply against him. She bucked again. “More.” She was whining now.
“Now, now,” he smiled against her lips but pulled away from her. “We got to do this right.” He opened his drawer with condoms and pulled one out.
“I don’t care,” she pouted.
“Hina, you’re really making it difficult to be safe.”
“I don’t care,” she repeated.
“You don’t right now, but that’s just the horn dog brain. Trust me, I’ve been there before. I know how it goes.” He kissed her quickly, then shimmied off his pants. “Who knew you’d get so needy so quick,” he teased.
She didn’t have a comeback, and instead only blushed at her own behavior. She was being too clingy with him, she knew it. Though all thoughts of self esteem flew out the window as he took off his briefs and rolled a condom on his already hard length. “D-don’t you,” she coughed, her throat a little hoarse from her earlier screeches. “Um,” she breathed out and started again. “Don’t you want me to return the favor?”
“Oh no,” he reassured her. “We can do that another time. I am easily hard enough just hearing you yell for me.”
“Oh,” she replied in a small voice. Her eyes glanced down at his now covered length and her thighs tensed together in want.
“What’s wrong, Hina?” Genma asked, his voice low and sultry. “See something you want.”
She looked up to his chocolate eyes, smiling at the warmth and light she found in them. “Yes,” she answered honestly, because she trusted him. Completely.
He smiled back at her, kissing her once more. It was closed mouth at first, only gradually opening back up when he leaned her against his headboard. He climbed over, kneeling between her legs as her thighs opened for him. He ran his finger up her slit again and her breath hitched.
“Genma,” she moaned and whimpered against his mouth. “Please.”
“Anything for you,” he whispered against her lips. He positioned his cock at her entrance, sliding it up and down her folds before finally pressing it in. She hissed, but he slid right to the hilt due to how wet she was. “Let me know if you need to readjust,” he said, breath hot against her ear.
Hinata held onto his shoulders. After not being allowed to cum earlier, her legs were already starting to shake. He felt so good inside her, so full . She moved her hips up to his to get him deeper. “Move,” she told him finally.
He started with a slower pace, pulling out almost completely before pressing back in. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, bracing herself for the ride of her life. He moved slowly with her, their hips coming to rest against each other after each thrust. His mouth found hers again, and as he kissed her, he noticed her hips were coming up to meet with his too. He moved faster, and suddenly she broke the kiss. “Genma!” she gasped. Her eyes were shut and her arms were wrapped around him, and he smiled to himself as she held on. Picking up his pace, he held her close to him.
“Hina,” he whispered, out of breath as he continued to pound into her, his moans matching her intensity. He could feel her start to clench around him just before words started tumbling out of her mouth incoherently.
“Mmm, Gen-” she had been cut off by her own pleasure, her eyes snapping open. “Oh!” He went harder, faster, and she was squeezing him with her thighs and womb. “I’m- I’m!”
“Cum for me, Hina,” he whispered in her ear, and she lost herself in her crescendo. She was shaking with her orgasm as he fucked her down, and with one last squeeze from her, he lost himself too.
He placed his head on her shoulder, and she stroked his hair, his cock still in her. She kissed the top of his head while his hands reached around her to hold her. “We should probably wash up,” she whispered, still stroking his hair.
“Mm,” he hummed, not wanting to let go of her warmth.
“Genma,” she urged.
“I don’t wanna,” he said, burying his face in her chest. “It’s been a long day, I just wanna sleep.”
“We have to clean,” she urged him. “It’s good for you,”
He sighed. “Fine. But I’m going to complain the whole time.” When he pulled out from her, she gasped at the loss of contact, missing feeling him between her legs. He stood up to get to the bathroom, and she tried to follow, but almost lost her footing to shaky legs. “Whoa, careful there. Don’t want to damage you,” he laughed, helping her along.
She held onto him, legs still shaky, but as they washed each other off in the shower, she leaned against his warm body. Her head rested on his chest while he washed her off.
After their shower, they made their way back to the bed. Nevermind the fact that it was early evening, both parties were extremely tired from the day’s emotions as well as their activities. So they crawled into the bed, Genma’s head resting on Hinata’s bare chest while she stroked his hair again. Barely any time had passed at all before they fell asleep, just like that.
***
Genma started to stir in his sleep, his brain waking him up early in the morning. He moved his hand around his bed feeling for something he thought he had next to him. The prior day’s events played back for him, but there was no soft midnight woman to wake up next to him. He started to panic. Not again, he thought to himself. I was so sure this time .
He raised his head to look around the room. The first thing he noticed was that her clothes were still there. That’s odd. Those are usually the first thing they grab . He stumbled out of his room, walking into the kitchen with just his briefs on. His eyes were closed as he ran a hand through his hair, but as he inhaled the chilly morning scent, he was surprised to smell maple.
Syrup? He opened his eyes and standing at the stove with a pan in front of her and one of Genma’s shirts donning her petite upper body, was Hinata. Her hair was pulled up in a lazy bun, and her bangs were every which way, but the sight alone made his heart stop. So she stayed..?
“What are you doing?” he asked, chuckling as she jumped from his sudden voice. Trust a shinobi to be silent as the dew after just waking up.
“I was gonna surprise you and make breakfast while you were asleep,” she told him, turning around to see him in all his almost-naked glory. She slightly blushed, but turned back towards the food, making sure she didn’t burn the pancakes.
He came up to hug her from behind, smelling her shoulder. “You didn’t have to do that,” he mumbled into her shirt. His shirt. Their smells mingled on her body, cloves and lavender alike, making him hold her closer.
“I wanted to!”
He could hear her smiling, and he smiled to himself at the sheer thought of their shared happiness. “What are you wearing?”
“Oh,” she squeaked. He felt her body tense a quick moment before relaxing against him. He always thought it was interesting how she had to train herself to not be so shy. She seemed to fix her body’s automatic reactions quite often. “It was the first thing I saw on the ground. Plus, I didn’t… Um.” She struggled with keeping her breath steady. “I didn’t want to wear pants.”
Genma laughed, tightening his hold. “Who would’ve guessed that our little Hina-chan was quite the exhibitionist!”
“I am not!” She turned to face him, still in his arms, content that the pancakes hadn’t burned yet. “I just, I don’t know…” She covered her face with her hands, spatula still clutched. He pulled them away, just to get a look at that cute face with the pearl eyes. “I wanted to wear something of yours, and without pants… Well, you know…”
“I actually don’t.” He smiled cheekily at her, eyes glinting mischievously.
“If I didn’t wear pants, it’d uh.” She bit her lip. “It’d be easier.”
“Easier?”
“You know,” she sighed, looking up at him. He met her gaze, his emotions mirroring her own through his eyes. “For more. Later.”
Genma barked out a laugh. “You’re definitely going to be the death of me,” he said after calming down. His hands gripped her waist as he looked down to her soft pink lips. He leaned down to capture her lips once more, but then a knock on the door startled them both, making them jump. She smiled at him before turning around and flipping the pancake before it burned.
Genma sighed and pulled away from her reluctantly, heading toward the door. As he opened it, he internally screamed remembering that there was something he had to do yesterday. Something important that every shinobi should know.
“Genma,” The Rokudaime himself greeted. “Anything you’ve perhaps forgotten?”
“No,” Genma said quickly before attempting to shut the door. The Hokage’s foot stopped the door from closing.
“Now I’ve been very fair and gave you at least 12 hours before demanding that you report to me, but I need that report now.”
Genma looked at Hinata, her wearing his shirt, slipping a pancake onto a plate on the counter. He missed her bento that she made him the day before, he’d be damned if he missed her breakfast too. “Can it wait for after breakfast?”
“No.”
“Please, Kakashi-sama,” Hinata pleaded as she came from behind Genma, and Genma cursed whatever gods were responsible for Hinata to be caught in this sight. “Just a half an hour! I promise I’ll make him go afterwards.”
Kakashi sighed. “Drop the suffix. But fine. After breakfast. But if you take longer than half an hour, I swear to god, I don’t care how close you are to orgasming, I’m pulling you out by your hair.”
Kakashi walked away, allowing Genma to close the door after he left. “Maybe we’d have time for a quickie?” he joked and she slapped his arm.
“I can’t believe you didn’t report to the Hokage after your mission!” she chastised, a big dopey grin on her face.
“What was I supposed to do? A beautiful woman had made me lunch, and I hadn’t seen her in ages. If you ask me, it was his fault.”
“And why is that?”
“He should’ve gotten me yesterday.”
Hinata blushed, looking away from him and crossing her arms. “We were busy yesterday.”
“Yeah, but it would’ve been quite the show.”
She hit him again. “I changed my mind, no breakfast.”
He held her in his arms and she squealed, attempting to get free, but not trying very hard. He knew of her strength. “Hinaaaaa,” Genma whined and she turned around to face him, her doe eyes catching his own sparkling brown ones. “Please?” he asked simply.
“No,” she told him, but couldn’t stop the smile.
He kissed the corner of her lips, earning a blush from her, but she didn’t look away. Instead she looked at him like he was the stars and pulled him closer for another kiss. He kissed her until her lips were red and she was dizzy. When they pulled apart, her attention flashed to the breakfast. “Oh no!” she yelped running to the stove. “The pancakes!”
“They’re fine,” he told her, laughing as he came up behind her.
“No, no, no, I burned them!”
“It’s okay-”
“No! I was going to make things all nice for you, and-”
Genma caught her again in his arms. He couldn’t get enough of how well she fit there. “Everything is perfect. And so are you.” He kissed the top of her head. She melted against him, revelling in the warmth of his arms around her. As he hugged her to his chest, he knew that he didn’t want anyone else to see her like this. He wanted to see her in his shirt every day for as long as she’d let him. The weight of his feelings for her made his face hot, and he wondered if this was how she’d always felt.
They weren’t sure if they were written in the stars, but being there together, eating breakfast together, talking and teasing one another was unlike anything they had experienced before. It was easy existing together. Just as the stars coexisted with the moon, there was simplicity in their relationship. Genma wasn’t sure if what they had was love, but he’d bet the world and then some that it would quickly evolve into something like that.