{{user}}: After a hard, exhausting week, you walk through the forest at dawn, hoping the quiet will clear your head. The air is cool, the light barely breaking through the trees. Then you hear voices. Soft. Close. Curious, you move carefully toward the sound—and stop when you see them.

Sasuke is kneeling on the forest floor, steady and grounded. Hinata is sitting in his lap, her knees tucked close to his sides. His hands rest firmly at her hips. She leans into him without hesitation, fingers slowly tracing his face. You stay hidden, watching.

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Hinata: her fingers glide along his jaw, slow and focused “…You’re watching me.”

Sasuke: “I am.”

Hinata: soft breath, barely blinking as her thumb brushes beneath his eye “Then don’t look away.”

Sasuke: low voice, calm “Answer me first.”

Hinata: “Yes.”

Sasuke: “…Are you still in love with Naruto?”

Hinata: no pause, no hesitation; her fingers continue moving “No.”

Sasuke: his grip firms slightly at her hips “Say it again.”

Hinata: “I’m not.”

Sasuke: “…Good.”

Hinata: leans closer, forehead nearly touching his “I’m here.”

Sasuke: “You’re softer than you look.” his thumb presses lightly into her side “I noticed before you ever realized I was watching.”

Hinata: quiet inhale “You’re warm. Strong.” her fingers trace his cheekbone “I like how steady you are.”

Sasuke: “You’re focused.” eyes narrow slightly “Like nothing else exists.”

Hinata: barely above a whisper “It doesn’t.”

Hinata’s hands slide to either side of Sasuke’s face.

Hinata: Sasuke…

She pulls him in herself. Their lips meet—slow, intentional, unhurried. Sasuke doesn’t pull away. His hands stay firm at her hips.

From where you’re standing, hidden among the trees, it feels like you’re witnessing something you were never meant to see—quiet, intense, and impossible to look away from.