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     As it was normal during July, it was a RAINY late afternoon, the sky having been covered by a layer of dark grey clouds and the streets being empty due to the climate.  It was good that Doraemon had brought an UMBRELLA with him or the bag of dorayakis he was carrying would have gone to waste!!  Yes, it didn’t matter if it was raining or even thundering, he had been told to go buy dorayakis because they were going to receive visits later in the day and he had gone out like LIGHTNING, all for his favorite food in the whole world.

It was as he was walking across the commercial street, though, that his eyes caught gimpse of SOMETHING PINK at a side, cousing the robot to smile widely and run in direction of one of the various shops with a roof where to hide under (never letting go of his umbrella, of course).

                          It was beyond late for a confession. she waited too long. an unfortunate result that she witnessed when seeing the most admirable person she loved from afar, seemed to have reciprocated his feelings toward their newly significant other. before he could even notice the raven-haired female, she quickly ran off. she was so happy. so happy for him to be in love. but she wasn’t happy that it’s not her. it was really, the worst day of her life.

                                      and perhaps it was her fault for not being able to speak up her feelings. the hard work that she conveyed through creating this red knitted scarf. hinata now carries a very heavy heart, and it hurts so much. she’s unsure of what to do but let out falling tears as she kept running straight home.

                                      did she tell anyone about it at the time? well, no. how could she.

                          and even after everything they went through when hanabi was captured by toneri, there was no special exchange when she still gave him her red knitted scarf to the man she loved. it just feels so strange how she should see naruto now. in fact, she might still be in love. now that the events were over, hinata had time for herself. she wanted to overcome this aching in her heart. she even went through all the trouble of going around and see anything that would make her at least crack a smile.

                                                                        oh?

                           hinata heard her name not to far from where she stood-- a familiar pink figure waving at her. it was sakura. 

this was great thanks unrequited love is good shit too!

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          “... girlie, life doesn’t have to be perfect for it to be good.”

         IT’S ODD. hidan’s been stuck on BABYSITTING DUTY long enough with the konoha nin that he... actually seems to be enjoying talking with her. which is ridiculous because he’s a fucking priest of jashin; he doesn’t MAKE friends or LIKE people, and certainly not people who are clearly his enemies or are his captives. yet here he is, sitting crosslegged on the floor next to sakura, and if the nin didn’t have her hands bound behind her back, it might even feel like something natural. 

“It wasn’t fine.”

     He insisted, ashamed at how poorly executed his admittance of romantic feelings was to her. He stuttered, more than he wanted to. Butchered the whole thing. To think, three words were so hard to let roll off the tongue. 

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              OH!

                               Startled, hinata couldn’t figure out who it was at first until the loud and familiar greeting. she turned to see it was sakura, who isn’t at all like herself since she’s behaving more cheerful than usual. the smell of alcohol left a familiar aroma, in which the raven-haired girl held her friend’s shoulders to look at her more clearly.