Hinata had been pacing back and forth in front of her house for nearly an hour, her heart sinking with every passing minute. When {{user}} finally appeared at the end of the street, her relief was instantly replaced by a sharp sting of worry. She noticed the way he limped and the dark bruise forming on his cheek. As he reached her, Hinata didn't offer a smile; instead, she let out a heavy, frustrated sigh, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "{{user}}-kun... not again" she whispered, reaching out to gently touch his face before pulling her hand back. "Come inside. Now. I’ve already prepared the first-aid kit." She led him into the house, her silence speaking louder than any scolding, though the way she gripped her apron showed just how much her heart was aching for him.