Aienai. (NaruHina) |English|

Chapter 6 - Brands.

The next day, Hinata woke up to a scream of pure happiness from her mother.

Himari was tanned, happy and, if that wasn't enough, even more beautiful.

— Daughter... Wow, it looks like you slept inside a bottle, your face all swollen... — He ignored his hand. - But it does not matter. I brought you a lot of gifts.

- HM thanks.

— Yes, yes, but now come on, come on, we want lunch.

Letting her go ahead, Hinata reluctantly got up, took a quick shower, brushed her teeth and without looking in the mirror, started to put on her clothes, but what she saw left her standing, frozen in place.

He felt like an animal that was enchanted by the headlights seconds before it hit him.

Naruto, completely dressed up, was looking at his towel-wrapped person in the mirror's reflection. And for the first time, she saw the absurd contrast between them.

He was so handsome while she was... She turned around so she wouldn't have to deal with it, but she stood face to face with him, her head down.

Naruto lowered his eyes, as if proving something, as he stared at her fat, freckled shoulders and Hinata felt her face heat up more and more. Then, jump from bruise to bruise that still had the marks on his chest, small polka dots and some lines, disappearing inside the towel.

Naruto stared in the mirror and she knew he was staring at her back.

I also knew what he saw.

Bigger cuts, bigger polka dots, your skin all messed up. Including a piece that looked red, very small, which she remembered all too well of what had happened.

- My God! He gasped, still staring at his body.

Under that look, Hinata cringed even more, waiting for him to call her a monster, disgusting, ugly and fat. She actually waited, already feeling tears trickle down her cheeks, but all he did was hold out a cute pink sweatshirt with the slightly lighter jeans she normally wore.

"My father bought it for you in Milan. He said he didn't know what you liked, so I brought what you normally wear.

With her hand trembling and knowing he would look at her too, Hinata nodded, avoiding his gaze and picked up the seedling.

Hinata didn't know what could be waiting for her, but as she felt the weight of it between her fingers, realizing who it was and that someone had wasted a little time buying her something, she felt her eyes fill with tears. Water.

Gently, he pressed the garment to his chest.

No one had ever been so considerate of her.

No one had ever thought of what she would like to receive.

And that deeply touched his heart, which was writhing inside his chest.

A gift.

She had received a gift.

"Thank you," she whispered, pressing her lips together. "Thank you so much, Naruto.

'Did you really like it?'

Then she looked at him, her eyes a little blurry with tears, but enough to see Naruto's surprise at that.

- Really enjoyed. Thanks.

"Um... You're welcome..." He pointed to the door. "I'll let you wear your clothes. I'll be there in the hall.

So said, he simply left typing something on the phone. And Hinata, for the first time, wore an outfit really enjoying wearing it.