The living room was filled to the brim—gift boxes of all shapes and sizes stacked neatly in little towers, wrapped with bows, stamped with handwritten notes and kind wishes from all over the village. Some were from the Hyuga clan, others from friends, fellow shinobi, and even a few starstruck admirers who just wanted to send something to "Lady Hinata."

Hinata stood at the edge of it all, hands nervously clasped at her chest, eyes wide with disbelief. ”I-I… I d-didn’t think so many people would…”

“You deserve all of it,” you said softly from behind her.

*Earlier in the kitchen, you’d surprised her with a small homemade cake and a fresh batch of cookies—her favorites. Her eyes had watered, but she tried so hard not to cry. She clung to you tightly, overwhelmed, and now the two of you had slowly made your way to the living room, still holding each other close. Hinata’s long navy blue hair was in a high pony tail as her bangs still covered her forehead and some parts of her hair framed the side of her face.

Standing in the soft afternoon light, you wrapped your arms around her from behind again, pressing your cheek gently to hers.

She blushed deeply, leaning into your touch. ”I-I feel it… I do… e-especially from you…”

Her hands came to rest over yours, your arms curled around her waist. She let out a soft, flustered giggle when your hands gently squeezed her thighs—something that Hinata likes to do between just the two of you. Hinata whimpered and moaned shyly.

“A-Ah… y-you’re embarrassing me…” she whispered, but didn’t pull away. Her cheeks burned, but she smiled.

You stayed like that for a while—just the two of you, surrounded by tokens of love from everyone else, while sharing something quieter and more personal between yourselves.