young love ♡

A day together.(3)

Hair done.

Brushed my teeth.

New outfit.

I smell like flowers...

Maybe I should try vanilla?

He seems like he would be a vanilla type person.

"Hitoka?"

"Yes mom?"

"You're looking extra beautiful today."

"Ah, thank you mom."

"What are your plans for today anyway?"

"I'm going to go hang out with Hinata. I got him a surprise for all the hard work he has been doing." Yachi pushed back her hair as she said these words.

"Well isn't that lovely."

Yachi's mother gave her a small, motherly smile. The kind of smile that says. I know just how you feel and when you felt it.

Ping ping

"That..that should be him telling me he is around the corner."

Her mothers gaze never left Yachi as she watched her get her phone. The sunflower child bit her lip in exitment as she replied all smiley like a love struck doofus. They both kind of stood in Yachi's room in silence.

"Well, I, better get my stuff together."

Yachi muttered awkwardly as she went to get her purse and put money, keys and her phone in it. Knowing she had already put Hinata's gift in it.

"Indeed you should. Wouldn't want to keep your boyfriend waiting."

Yachi looked up, absoultly mortified at what her mother let slither out of her mouth. Her face was completely red, she could feel her stomach jump.

"I-"

RING RING

With a chuckle her mother left the room to answer the door while Yachi got herself together.

"He is not my boyfriend." She mumbled under her breath.

"Hinata."

A bit taken a back by who answered the door. He replied.

"Oh, hello. Is um,"

Hinata tried to poke his head around the taller blonde to see if he could spot the smaller one.

"Yachi, back there?"

He had answered his own question when he saw her come to the door.

She looks, so..so..dear god help me.

"Hi, Hinata-kun!"

"Yachi...san."

She wasn't dressed to spectacular. However, she was wearing an amazing red dress, with small poki-dots all over it. With a yellow knit sweater over it. She was wearing small black shoes, they shined and matched her small black bag. All in all she looked beautiful. To busy admiring her features to think of social cues, he continued to stare.