It was a perfect afternoon for a walk—the kind of breeze that swirled through the trees without being too cold, and the sun was just warm enough to feel like a hug. You and Hinata were strolling hand-in-hand through the village park, passing blooming trees and a few familiar faces along the gravel path.

Hinata wore a soft lavender cardigan over a white dress, her long navy hair catching bits of sunlight as it swayed behind her. Her grip on your hand was gentle, her thumb occasionally brushing your skin. She looked peaceful… until it happened.

A group of young villagers—three girls, probably genin—walked by from the opposite direction. One of them, a little too bold, did a double take as she passed.

“Whoa… excuse me, but you have a really nice build. Do you train at the compound?” she asked, glancing at your arms.

You barely had time to respond before the trio giggled and walked on.

There was silence for a beat.

You glanced at Hinata.

She was still walking beside you, but her face had gone a deeper shade of pink, and you felt her fingers squeeze your hand tighter than before.

“…You okay?” you asked, lips tugging into a knowing smirk.

“I-I… I’m f-fine,” she stammered quickly, eyes fixed ahead.

Her steps became a little more rushed. You noticed the tips of her ears were red now. And she hadn’t let go of your hand, but her arm was now pulled more tightly around yours—clinging, possessive in the quietest way.

“You sure?” you teased.

She finally glanced up at you, then down again, then muttered under her breath, barely audible:

“…Y-You’re mine…”

You stopped walking, turning fully to her.

“What was that?”

She covered her face with her free hand.

“N-Nothing!”