𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓘𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓥𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓼

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After the final bell rang, signaling the end of another day of classes, Hinata gathered his belongings and made his way out of the classroom. The rain had intensified since morning, transforming the streets outside into shimmering ribbons of silver beneath the gray sky.

Pulling his jacket tighter around himself, Hinata stepped out into the deluge, feeling the cool droplets patter against his cheeks. The rhythmic sound of raindrops hitting the pavement provided a comforting backdrop as he navigated the familiar streets of his hometown.

Umbrellas bobbed overhead like colorful mushrooms, shielding their owners from the relentless downpour. 

But Hinata, undeterred by the rain, welcomed the sensation of water trickling down his face, mingling with the stray strands of his ginger hair.

As he walked, Hinata passed by familiar landmarks—the quaint cafes, the bustling shops, the park where he used to play as a child. Each one held memories, both happy and bittersweet, woven into the fabric of his hometown.

The rain-soaked streets were quiet, the usual hustle and bustle of the city muted by the weather. But Hinata found solace in the stillness, the rhythmic cadence of his footsteps, the only sound that echoed through the empty streets.

Finally, he reached the familiar doorway of his home, the warmth of the interior beckoning him inside. Looking off to the side he could see no one was home. Despite the dreary weather and the whispers of rumors that lingered in his mind, there was a sense of peace that settled over him, like a gentle embrace from his hometown itself. 

With a sigh of relief, Hinata stepped into the quiet house, his senses immediately attuned to the absence of his father's presence. The usual tension that lingered in the air when his dad was home seemed to evaporate, leaving behind a sense of peace that Hinata hadn't felt in a while.

As he kicked off his shoes and hung up his jacket, Hinata couldn't help but feel a weight lift off his shoulders. His father's absence meant there would be no looming arguments, no harsh words exchanged over dinner. 

For tonight, at least, Hinata could enjoy a moment of rest from the strained atmosphere that often hung over their interactions.

Making his way to the kitchen, Hinata found himself humming softly under his breath, the rhythm of the rain outside setting a soothing backdrop to his movements. 

With a sense of newfound freedom, he raided the fridge and pantry, cobbling together a simple meal without the fear of judgment or criticism.

As he ate, Hinata savored the quiet solitude of the house, relishing the opportunity to unwind without the constant tension of his father's presence. The rain continued to fall outside, casting a tranquil atmosphere over the evening, and Hinata found himself sinking into a state of calm that he hadn't experienced in a long time.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Hinata retreated to his room, feeling a sense of contentment settle over him like a warm blanket. Surrounded by the familiar comforts of his own space, he allowed himself to relax, the soft glow of his desk lamp casting a gentle light in the dimness.

As he sat there, lost in thought, Hinata found himself grateful for this moment of peace, however fleeting it may be. 

Hinata pulled out his textbooks and notebooks, ready to tackle the pile of homework that awaited him.

As he delved into his homework, his mind couldn't help but wander back to the events of the day. The whispers of rumors he had overheard in class replayed in his mind like a broken record, each snippet of conversation stirring up a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.