#fighterbound

Thankyou @fighterbound 💕 I'm happy to hear that! The outfit is inspired by Kishimoto's sketch;

Modest with the drink in his hand, Sasuke had been moderating the amount of "sparkling" champagne he had tonight. The smell was overbearing and the taste wasn't all too pleasant, but he decided to take to the tradition; to be a part of the collective.

Nearby, he saw Naruto ( as bright as the cheap plastic string lights ) glimmering among all the decorations. Sasuke found himself gravitating towards him, looking to participate as fully as everyone else with a careful touch of his flute's rim to the Uzumaki's.

        ❝  Hinata-Kun, i did not realize you two were so close.  ❞ @fighterbound

❛⠀— how do you know you're in love, small dick ? ❜

now she's seen it all .. what had been a perfectly fine food not long prior was now unidentifiable .. grotesque, and charred. there existed no hint of what it had been before. truly, antigone did not know if she was impressed, or horrified at this feat. whether it was a finely crafted ploy to get out of cooking something, or that hilda was inexperienced in the kitchen, the blonde didn't ponder on for long.

what was clear was that things would be finished faster if she took over and handled preparations herself. she wouldn't even ask where things went wrong. " .. don't touch the food again. " voice firm, although there is no actual malice in her words, antigone has little trust that history won't repeat itself at this point and while she was a patient woman .. she didn't enjoy being confined to kitchen duty. " .. please. " it's added as a last comment to try and convey that she isn't angry, but simply in a bit of a rush.

tossing the grotesque monstrosity of food down the bin, she then turns and begins to gather ingredients to restart this meal. whatever hilda chose to do, antigone wasn't worried about so long as she wasn't trying to cook any more food.

she's finally finished her shift at work and making her way to her boyfriend's apartment to stay for the weekend, a much-needed mini vacation as she usually just vegetates when staying over at sasuke's. not unless he drags her out of bed and makes her clean up her own mess, but she can usually persuade him to at least help. which he does, but often complains while doing it. she even manages to convince him to shower with her, but that doesn't take too much convincing.

as she approaches the front door her brows furrow together as she sees what looks to be a christmas wreath on the door, which has her a little surprised. sasuke wasn't the type, so his mother must have paid a visit.

coming to a stop, a hand reaches out to knock on the door, waiting patiently for the uchiha to answer. when the door swings open she greets him with a simple 'hey' and moves to step inside, but he blocks her. pausing, pink brows furrow once again at the taller male. " what? come on, i'm tired! "

instead of answering her, she watches as the corners of his lips twitch into a smirk and sakura suddenly feels like she's missing out on something. huffing, the pinkette throws her head back, ready to throw a mini, tired-induced tantrum until jaded hues land on what hands above the door- above the wreath. blinking a few times, she analyses it briefly before she catches on.

mistletoe!

a quiet laugh escapes her as she moves to look back over at him, shaking her head in disbelief. " your mother definitely did this, there's just no way you hung up mistletoe yourself. " she says while reaching out for his face, bringing his head down slightly as she leans up on her feet to connect their lips for a few moments.

being blissfully unaware of her presence as he wanders down the street, away from the bakery in which he buys his lunch, the sorcerer finds himself somewhat surprised when he sees hinata jog over, immediately snuggling into his side. the desperation in her eyes puts him on edge and his gaze travels to the direction she had just come from, brows knitting together in anticipation. his sword wasn't on his person, but he didn't particularly need it all the time.

her gentle voice comes a moment later and he finds himself looking back down at her, his brows easing back into place and his pace regaining its momentum. he hadn't even realised he'd slowed down significantly. the information she provides makes him want to do the opposite, but he respects hinata enough to comply with her request. no matter if he'd rather turn on his heel and stroll right up to her apparent stalker and deal with it that way.

" if you insist, hinata-san. " nanami responds quietly, moving his baguette into his opposite hand so that he could outstretch his arm and wrap it comfortingly around the woman. such displays of affection weren't all that common, but it got the point across to whoever thought they had the right to harass such a tender and sweet woman.

leave her alone.