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Weeks.Nearly a month.

Hinata felt it. Counted the days, hours, even minutes--That's if she couldn't be bothered to distract herself with something.

Avoiding most after the first bout of time. Their constant need to remind her that she was overreacting, being silly, childish. That Hinata should be long past this maternal phase. That she would need to get used to it-- being a kunoichi, being the wife of a leader, a Kage.

Where was her pride!

He is Naruto's son, after all!The child of a hero!he would be fine.

All of which became a pernicious force of it's own. Guilty of holding onto the more vulnerable side of her son, a side a mere select few were aware of. That despite having a rounded and supportive upbringing compared to his parents. Boruto was an emotional boy, he harbored destruction, resentment.He is only human.Things.. they.. they happened, no?

And yet there wasn’t regret.

Not when she saw the weight in those sky-blue eyes. Confirming that nothing about what she felt was foolish. Reaching around to tightly hold the boy, nearly her own height at this point. Nuzzling her face into a nest of gold, breathing in that familiar scent.

Nothing comparable.Inseparable; conjoined and complete.Dependent on the desire to conquer.Chemicals align: This is all there is.This is enough.

Yet when he has consumed all--and there is nothing left to feed.Curiosity's keen but wary.We reject our beloved.We claw.Oust.Chew at the very root until released.Slosh and wail while submerged in amniotic fluid.Dependent anew, of independence and aptitude.

The young boy’s enthusiasm was always welcomed. During the time prior to brisk winter days, the family would spend time together and help clean up the back garden that her and Minato had. Their old house was destroyed with onslaught of attack that led up to the Fourth War. Thankfully, more important things were stored away at the time. 

Their new house loosely resembled the one the couple bought after the Third War and Naruto grew up in. It had a bigger garden in the back with two trees that hung over, to provide shade in one area. After a few weeks of letting the leaves fall, Naruto would offer to rake. 

It became a small tradition ever since. Naruto and his family would spend the entire day with the grandparents, where they would have a huge dinner at the end and roast marshmallows over the burning leaves pile. 

Boruto burst through the door with toddler Himawari running after, stumbling into the walls before Minato lifted her up. The four year old grabbed his own little rake from the toy closet and ran to the sliding door, grasping his boots on one side. 

Only for him to let out a shriek of frustration. Naruto had jumped the fence and already began to rake. It was always competition for the two, but the duo was very close. Close as Minato and Naruto were when he was growing up. 

“Don’t make it into a competition, you two!” 

“Aw, but kaa-chan, it gets the little guy hyped up to help out, ‘ttebayo!” 

My muse is temporarily blind.

A soft thud as something is kicked across the room and into the baseboard. 

rarely did he find time to spend with boruto alone. more often than not, the blond left him behind with sarada -- the heriess’s company was pleasant, if a bit stiff because of their personalities. boruto manbaged to be fun to be around without being awkward, most of the time.

he picks at his own mochi, pulling the sticky sweets apart with his fingertips before popping the pieces into his mouth. when boruto gets his attention, he watches the boy measure their feet side-by-side and laughs softly.

Eyes squint shut while sticking her tongue out at him, only to laugh. Hinata reaches forward to pinch Boruto’s nose tip, “that’s not such a bad thing, ne-ne?”