It was supposed to be a casual trip. A quick stop by the mall to help Hinata pick out some comfortable loungewear—things she could wear at home without feeling too self-conscious. But even now, strolling quietly between clothing racks with her hand gently clasped in yours, her eyes kept darting around, anxious.

“W-We could… j-just pick something quickly and go home,” she whispered, already tugging her sleeve down.

You leaned toward her with a grin. “We’re not rushing. You deserve something that makes you feel good.”

Hinata blushed furiously, fingers brushing the soft fabric of a loose sweater on display. But just as she picked it up to examine it, a voice nearby squealed.

“L-Lady Hinata?!”

You turned just in time to see a small group of fans—three girls and a flustered guy—clutching gifts, phones, and wide-eyed awe. Hinata froze like a deer in headlights.

“She’s so beautiful in person—like glowing!” one whispered to the other.

Another one clutched her face, near tears. ”S-She’s smiling! Oh no, I think I’m going to pass out—”

Hinata looked from them, then to you. You squeezed her hand reassuringly. Something in her clicked.

Straightening just slightly, Hinata offered the fans a soft, kind smile. ”Th-Thank you for your support. It means a lot to me.”

Her voice was shy but sweet, and her posture—though clearly nervous—radiated a gentle grace that made the whole group go silent for half a second.

Then:

“She spoke! I—I—” “She’s even more graceful than I imagined—” “She’s a dream woman… she’s real!”

As the fans quietly, awkwardly dispersed, completely love-struck and blushing harder than she was, Hinata turned to you with a stunned look. ”D-Did I… do okay?”

You chuckled and pulled her close. “You just broke three hearts and stunned the fourth into silence. I think you did amazing.”

Hinata giggled softly, still embarrassed, then held up the sweater again. “M-Maybe I’ll try this one on, then…”