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Day 20 | @sasuhinamonth

Hinata — “I’m breaking up with you to save you.”

Sasuke — “I’d rather kill myself than break up with you.”

It’s my first time participating in @sasuhinamonth 🥹

Day 4: Bad Boy/ Good Girl

XVII: Comfort After Nightmare

The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of fabric as Sasuke sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of his ANBU mission pressing down on him heavier than the ache in his body. He didn’t want to think, didn’t want to remember the way shadows still clung to his skin, but his mind wouldn’t let him rest.

When Hinata entered, she didn’t speak right away. She simply sat beside him — her presence as soft as the moonlight spilling through the window.

“You don’t have to carry it all alone,” she whispered, her voice trembling as though she, too, felt the sharpness of his pain.

Hinata knew Sasuke knew it. They have spoken like this before. They have had this exact same conversation when he first started loving her, when she started loving him the same way he did, and in the days that followed the silent commitment they made.

Sasuke turned to her, catching the sorrow in her pale eyes, and it struck him deeper than any blade had.

“I can’t leave it behind,” he admitted, his voice rough but steady with the little pride he had left. Then, Sasuke continued, “It follows me everywhere, no matter how much I fight.”

Her hands reached for his, gentle but certain — her touch grounding him in a way he hadn’t realized he needed.

“You know I'm here, right?” she whispered.

“I know.”

“You're here, too,” Hinata said, smiling softly.

Sasuke’s throat tightened, and before he could think, before he could stop himself, his only arm moved around her waist, pulling her closer until her warmth pressed against him. He held her tightly, almost desperately, as if her presence could keep the nightmares at bay.

“I'm here, too,” Sasuke said, admitting to himself that he was there. He was truly there.

He closed his eyes then, letting the steady rhythm of her heartbeat soothe him, the sound softer and more healing than anything he had ever known. In that moment, he realized she wasn’t just comforting him — she was hurting too, and yet, they were choosing to heal together, wrapped in the quiet strength of each other’s arms.

In the nights that Hinata felt the same, Sasuke carried her weight as much as his own. He held her close when her ghosts would not let her rest. He didn’t ask her to speak. Instead, his only arm wrapped around her waist, anchoring them both to the moment.

“I’m here,” he murmured softly, and it was enough—enough to remind her that even when nightmares returned, she would never face them alone.

sh month day 11: in denial/out of denial 💌

I'm so excited to finally contribute to SasuHina Month after more than 10 years of being a silent reader. I will continue to read, and I'm so excited to see what else other people have brought for the celebration.

Twisting Clichés is the name of the series of stories for the month, so it seemed fitting to use. Special thanks to @sasuhinamonth, who organized the event and gave me the motivation to participate. Thank you for reading and for giving me a chance to express myself and show love to the fic in my own way.

P.S. Link in the title btw

Happy Reading & Love Live SasuHina

Well, well, well.

Look who's back again! (Us, that's who).

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“So, your numbers got you this far. Tell me why none of what you described is you.” The corners of his lips twitched with amusement when his fingers finally made contact with her idle ones. Ghosting over hers. While he kept his onyx eyes locked in with light purple ones.

Sasuke watched the gears in Hinata’s head turn, and found it amusing watching a computer break down in real time. “I-I…I am not those traits.”

“Why? What makes you not those traits? You’re everything you described.”

He was saying she was beautiful. He tricked her this whole time.

Sasuke smirked as he lifted Hinata’s hand up to his lips. Kissing her trembling hand as he watched her scramble to form words. This woman had the intellect that would make his mother demand for him to marry her, but common sense of seeing when someone was flirting with her was absent from her cranium.