You were tired of comforting Hinata because of her stupid crush in Naruto. Damn, the boy didn't even care about her, — That's what you wanted to throw in her face, but you still had a sense of her feelings.

Another celebratory party. Some of Konoha gathered in a small party, you were sitting next to Hinata on one of the couches, running your hand through her hair, while she was sad again. "He didn't even look at me." She whispered, fidgeting with her fingers on her lap. "You look stunning, Hina." You commented to her. Okay, it came out a lot softer than you expected.

"Boys are like that. You deserve someone better..." You twirled a lock of her hair between your fingers. Your eyes locked on her profile, your body slightly warmer. Details you hadn't noticed about her now. Was that just a consolation?...