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Part 2... (Akatsuki version)
Nacida para él
Series: Naruto
Rating: M
Pareja: Neji & Hinata
Sinopsis: Ella le pertenecía, había nacido para él. Y porque algo tan hermoso se debe cuidar, él ya había decidido que la protegería.
Advertencia: Lemon.
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Por: Maeda Ai.
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* Yamete, onii-san, aahhh!. . . * _La heredera Hyuga cerró los ojos con fuerza; un escalofrío le recorrió la espalda, asustándola aun más de lo que ya estaba._ * Ne-Neji, onegai. . . nos pueden escuchar. *
* No lo harán. *
Le dijo el muchacho para luego volver a reclamar los dulces labios de la chica; voraz, posesivo.
En realidad, el que no estaba escuchando no era otro más que el mismo Neji. Ese muchacho se hallaba completamente ajeno a todo aquello que no fuese la adorable mujercita entre sus brazos.
No estaba muy seguro de cómo fue que terminaron así, besándose, frotando sus cuerpos con deseo y necesidad, más tampoco quería pensar mucho en ello.
Hacía calor, mucho calor, era apenas medio día y Hinata le ofreció una bebida fría, y él. . . él la tomó a ella.
A pesar de todo aun le guardaba cierto rencor, pero ahora no importaba. . . no importaba.
La quería a ella, hacerla suya, poseerla y hacerla gritar su nombre una y otra vez, solo eso sabía, solo eso entendía.
* Neji onii-san, no, detente, aahhh. . . *
La chica no pudo evitar un pequeño gemido, pues los dedos de su primo se habían colado bajo su ropa interior, acariciando su intimidad con libertad, frotándole el clítoris con insistencia.
* Ie, Ie, onegai ahhh. . . *
El joven se mordió el labio poco antes de callarla con un profundo beso. Rodeando su estrecha cintura con su brazo izquierdo, pegándola más a su cuerpo; su mano derecha se había entrelazado con la de ella, sosteniéndola firmemente contra la pared por encima de la cabeza de la chica.
El ninja siguió acariciando con frenesí, sin dejar de besarla un instante. Fue Hinata quien rompió el beso, girando el rostro a un costado; jadeante, pronunció el nombre de su compañero.
Su piel interna se tensó, provocando fuertes pulsaciones; un orgasmo la invadía, el primero en su vida y era gracias a los traviesos y expertos dedos del joven de cristalinos ojos.
La mente de la jovencita se puso en blanco, así que ni siquiera se resistió a las manos del muchacho, que la desnudaron por completo.
* No, ya no. . . *
Jadeante, miraba incrédula como Neji se despojaba a sí mismo de la ropa que ahora le resultaba estorbosa.
* Sé que te gustó. . . además no puedo detenerme. * _Él le sonrió, divertido al principio, agradado al ver el intenso rojo en las mejillas de su prima, pero incómodo al percibir el pavor que ella le tenía. _ * No te lastimaré... solo déjame acariciarte. *
Tras susurrarle aquellas palabras, Hyuga le miró fijamente para luego besarla lenta y profundamente.
Entrelazó sus manos con las de la chica, sosteniéndolas contra la pared, acorralándola deliciosamente entre esta y su cuerpo mientras su lengua se aventuraba en la dulce boca de la mujer.
* N-Neji. . . *
Escuchar su nombre de esa forma tan simple, la sumisión, la necesidad en la voz de Hinata, encendieron al chico, quien apretó su cuerpo contra el de la joven, acomodándose entre sus piernas.
Frotó sus sexos de inmediato, rozando la punta de su pene contra la mojada flor de la heredera del clan, entonces, el calor en su cuerpo se tornó insoportable.
* Neji, onegai. . . *
Hinata ya no sabía si sus suplicas eran por qué esto terminase o para que el shinobi no se detuviera.
Lo besó, ya no importaba, solo él y este momento; Neji y su perfecto y excitante cuerpo, sus manos, sus labios, su pene. . . Kami. . . la estaba volviendo loca.
El joven de largos cabellos empujó un par de veces, pero su miembro simplemente no entraba.
* Es que. . . ¡lo tengo un poco grande!. *
* Onii-san. . . *
Las mejillas de la dama se encendieron en rojo, apenada de algo que no era nada más que la pura verdad.
Neji sonrió agradado. No podía negarlo, no a sí mismo, adoraba la inocencia de la jovencita con la que quería compartir mucho más que un simple lazo de sangre y un puñado de malos recuerdos.
Así, el joven le acarició las mejillas para luego susurrarle al oído que estaba loco por ella.
Volvió a empujar las caderas, lo hizo suavemente y entonces. . .
* Entró!. *
* ¡Si!. *
El muchacho se estremeció al sentir cómo los pliegues íntimos de Hinata lo rodeaban con exquisita fuerza.
Ella levantó el rostro, buscando un beso.
Lento, suave, tierno. . . tanto el beso cómo el vaivén de sus caderas.
Neji alejó sus labios, jadeante; notó las lágrimas resbalar por las sonrojadas mejillas de su prima.
* ¿Te lastimé?. *
* I-Ie. . . no es nada. *
Hinata le sonrió forzadamente y el ninja frunció el ceño, molesto consigo mismo. Le había robado la inocencia, lastimándola.
““¿Por qué siempre soy yo el que la hace llorar?.””
Se preguntaba mentalmente al tiempo en que cesaba la penetración.
* Gome. . . *
* No!. * _Los delicados dedos de la heredera se posaron sobre los labios del castaño, callándolo con dulzura._ * Estoy feliz, así que por favor, no te arrepientas de esto. *
Neji dobló las cejas con pesar. Sentía que él era el único que salía ganando en esta relación. Pero no tenía que ser así. Suspiró profundo para luego besar nuevamente a la joven bajo la prisión de su cuerpo y reiniciar con el baile que sus cuerpos recién habían aprendido.
Tan suave, tan sublime. Hinata poco tardó en gemir llena de gozo.
Era hermoso, tan excitante y placentero, era. . . tantas cosas. Podía sentir cómo su vagina se amoldaba al pene de Neji, recibiéndolo dispuesta; lo sentía entrar y salir, llenándola de placer.
La mente de la joven se volvió un ir y venir de pensamientos nada claros; sus lindos ojos se posaron en su amante, descubriéndose feliz al notar cómo el apuesto rostro de ese hombre se transformaba por el placer, placer que ella le estaba provocando.
No pudo evitar el impulso de besarlo con desesperación.
Todo fue tan rápido, confuso de cierta forma.
El duro miembro del shinobi la había vuelto loca de placer pues su constante invasión a su flor la había llevado directo al éxtasis. Su vagina se contraía con fuerza, estimulando la hombría del muchacho.
Hinata se vio forzada a romper el beso y gemir el orgasmo que la recorría; sus gemidos confundiéndose con los de su primo.
Se abrazó con fuerza al ninja, escondiendo el rostro en su fuerte y ancho pecho mientras sentía cómo la semilla del joven la llenaba y luego escurría por sus piernas.
Una pequeña sonrisa se dibujó en su hermoso rostro. Neji acaba de hacerla la mujer más feliz de Konoha, no, del mundo.
* Ai shiteru, onii-san. * _Susurró ella con sinceridad, tan firme que por primera vez no tenía miedo a la reacción de su primo._ * Se que esto esta mal, pero yo. . . en verdad te quiero. *
Neji no respondió, en cambió siguió moviéndose suavemente dentro de ella mientras masajeaba sus senos.
Ni siquiera se habían mirado desde que tuvieron su clímax y el silencio parecía aferrarse a seguir acompañándolos.
El calor de la tarde era agradable. Hinata, inspirada por todo lo sucedido, buscó los labios del muchacho, tratando de saciarse.
Se miraron fijamente al separar sus bocas, cómo tratando de entenderse el uno al otro.
* Hablaré con Hiashi-sama. *
Le dijo él, acariciando una de las mejillas de la joven.
* Demo. . . *
Hyuga no la dejó continuar, no tenía ganas de hablar, no ahora.
Aun estaba clavado dentro de ella, con su miembro sin perder aun su dureza; comenzó a moverse nuevamente, deseoso de hacerlo una vez más. . . hacerle el amor.
Por que a pesar que siempre la creyó débil, hoy se daba cuenta de lo equivocado que estaba.
Hinata no era débil, era frágil, delicada. No un guerrero, no un ninja. . . una mujer, y Neji sentía que era su deber protegerla, no!!. . . su deseo.
Ella le pertenecía, había nacido para él. Y porque algo tan hermoso se debe cuidar., él había decido que. . .
* Yo la protegeré. *
Finalizado.
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Un fuerte impulso me llevó a escribir este fic y me gusta cómo quedó. Espero escribir más sobre esta pareja.
Sí, son primos, pero no lo parecen, más que nada por la forma en que él la trata ¬¬’
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Este fanfiction fue escrito por MAEDA AI y es material de Fallen Angel.
Totalizado el 04 de Mayo de 2007.
La dama del Hentai: Maeda Ai.
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Chouchou akamichi cosplay appreciation✨🦋
Naruto characters x things I said pt.6
How did I manage 6 parts of this?!
Part 1 - part 2 -part 3 - part 4 -part 5 - part 7
Warnings: mention of panic attacks
Masterlist and rules
Itachi, after he stopped crying for a breakdown: That was actually pretty stupid if you ask me.
Kakashi: You know, cosplay is fun until it's 3 in the morning and you have to take all the make up off
Tenten: Ehy, if I were to cut my hair, what haircut should I do?
Neji: Don't.
Tenten: Why?
Neji: Because I know you and you'll just think "But maybe short hair" and you'll continue to cut
Tenten: *cuts her hair without saying anything*
Shisui: My confidence with messy, wavy hair just went *proceeds to show a printed grafic*
Gaara: It's not true that my face is always the same. I can look disappointed in myself sometimes
Shikamaru: If I say it like that it sounds like I want to kill him, but I'm too lazy to do it
Hinata, chuckling nervously: It's not like I had 2 panic attacks yesterday
X: What colour are your eyes?
Kurenai: ...Yes
Kakuzu: I have to be wise with money since I'm poor
Hidan: No one will stop me from buying this, not even me
*alarm going off*
Obito: OK, I had my five minutes daily cry. What am I supposed to do?
Obito, two seconds later: And people ask why I don't have mental health
Naruto, in his office doing paperwork and on the verge of tears: How did I manage all those years of this shit?
Shino, during a test: Sounds like the right time to panic and have a breakdown. Hopefully I'll be quiet and I won't disturb the others
Sasuke: I can't wait to graduate and insult him with everything he did
Masterlist and rules
oh my god, fucking facts
both sharingan and byakugan would be useless in an argument but neji would still use byakugan and be like “oh your chakra is flaring up quite aggressively could it be you are triggered?”
SOMEONE IS DOING THEIR PRESENTATION ON WHY NEJI SHOULDNT HAVE DIED IN MY ENGLISH CLASS, THIS IS COLLEGE MY DUDES
Can someone please recommend some good Sasuke, Itachi, or Neji fanfics? Please- I can’t find anything that catches my interest but I really want to-
I'm not a shipper but this needs to be said 👏👏
I’m so tired of this.
I love NejiHina with all my heart and I draw cute arts with them and I’m so depressed that there are few fics to read for inspiration.
Abuse and violence are everywhere…I can’t understand why so many ppl write such things about them, it’s even completely out of their canon characters.
I wish there were more kind and warm NejiHina stories.
This is the Hyuga cousins characterisation that we all need but not deserve
Hyugas are not the best at feelings
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one of my favourite neji headcanons is that one of his primary love languages is gift giving because hes a #richBoy and he has so much money, which he enjoys spending on those he loves. like, imagine one of his friends (probably lee or tenten, mostly) (OR hinata and hanabi) mentioning needing/wanting something VERY BRIEFLY/in passing & then later opening their door to find a package on their steps with the best model/highest quality piece of said thing.
and they'd immediately know who the culprit was.
and then the exchange would go something like this:
“???”
“?”
“neji, this is insane!! why would you buy this for me ??? how much did this cost you ??? how did you even KNOW I WANTED THIS —????”
“you said you wanted it, right..? 🙁”
“HOW MUCH WAS THIS!!!!”
“it was not very expensive. please do not worry about paying me back or anything of the sort.”
“how. much.”
“...$$$$”
“WHAT TEH FUCK”
DO YOU SEE THE VISION ‼️‼️‼️‼️
tenten i will avenge you..
oh tenten you’ll never be the evil emotionless girl the naruto fandom what u to be
i have a genuine question - if nejis curse mark faded when he died, when it comes to post war neji-lives aus, why do people still include it 😭 whether it be in fanfic/fanart etc ? like is there an established headcanon that the head family would re-brand him? I CANT TELL IF THIS SOUNDS STUPID BYE
tenten aka #1 victim of the sassy man apocalypse. :P
insp by @lubdubu's blog post saying the exact same thing LMFAO - redraw of #THE nejiten panel/screencap/wtv
anbu neji is canon #TO_ME !!! neji hyuga you will always be famous
neji: im screwed.
tenten: likely thing for you to be.
neji: ...
tenten: (ʃƪ＾3＾）
never both/pragmatic - nejiten week '24
day 1 - saudade (portuguese) The feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia. A yearning for happiness that has passed, or perhaps never even existed.
Tenten was surprised when she got the dinner invitation in the mail. She supposed she shouldn’t have been, though. It was just about time for the Team Gai monthly dinners—the weekend of the 15th of every month. Every month, on the fifteenth (or the weekend that corresponded or was closest to it—for practicality purposes), Gai-han would meet up at a local diner and have a meal together. They’d catch up and discuss how their weeks were, complaining about mundanities such as an annoying grocery store run or the pipes being frozen again due to the harsh Konoha winters. They might even share the details of their last mission—with Neji being a newly appointed Jōnin, it delighted Gai to listen to his student, whom he’d nurtured from a cynical little twelve year old, constantly angry at the world and stuck in his ways, to a mature, level-headed young adult who had finally begun to have faith in life. Who had finally allowed himself to dream and hope and love and laugh and everything in between.
It delighted Gai even more so when he’d notice, through the little passing details in Neji’s stories, that the Hyūga had subconsciously adopted some of Gai’s ways when leading a team of his own. It got him thinking how it would be for Neji if he were to ever lead a squad of Genins, someday. How his own experiences as a Genin and how Gai’s tutelage might subconsciously pass on to that new squad. Out of the three of them—Lee, Neji and Tenten—Neji was the least likely to verbally express affection. He wasn’t particularly good with flowery words, and he often struggled to articulate such feelings, courtesy of his upbringing, so it was much easier for him to show affection through his actions. He was always willing to go out of his way to help, even in small, almost unnoticeable ways such as filling up an extra water bottle just in case someone forgot to fill up theirs (usually Gai, ironically enough). Buying candy for Tenten if he noticed (which he always did) that her mood was down. Making time to spar with Lee despite their packed schedules, if only to indulge in that nostalgia and spend time with his friend, in their own special way.
He was dependable. Kind.
Contrary to what some might think, Hyūga Neji was so very kind. He was undeniably good, and it showed in his actions. It bled through to his morals and how he conducted himself.
So for Gai to have his legacy passed on so tangibly, subconsciously no less, and to be able to see that with his own eyes… It was a feeling of accomplishment unlike any other. No amount of successful S-Rank missions or victories could trump the feeling of knowing you made a difference in someone’s life. Of knowing your influence on someone changed the course of their life for the better, even if only by a little bit.
This would be the first Team Gai dinner since Neji had died in the Fourth Great Ninja War.
This would be the first Team Gai dinner as a squad of three, not four.
Tenten looked at the invitation again. It was from Gai-sensei, inviting her to the local yakiniku place they’d been to so often in the past. Sometimes they’d go after missions, and Gai would treat them to reward their success, or even to uplift them after a failure; to remind them that there’s always a next time. Sometimes they’d go for celebrations—birthdays and rank promotions and such. And sometimes it was simply an excuse to see each other again, amidst all the responsibilities of being older, more dependable shinobi. Sometimes it was just an excuse to enjoy each other’s company and be together, if only for a night, like they’d grown so accustomed to in their earlier years.
It had been so long since Tenten had met up with Gai-sensei and Lee, outside of formal business of some sort. It was just too painful.
Over the past year or so after the war, Tenten and Lee alternated taking care of Gai. After the many months he spent bedridden in the hospital, during which they would alternate visiting him almost everyday, it was a given that one would see Gai strolling around the village in his wheelchair, accompanied by one of his former subordinates. It was like an unspoken agreement had been signed between Lee and Tenten: always one of them, and never both. It was easier that way.
When one of them was alone with Gai, it was easier to pretend that the two absent teammates were off doing their own thing. It was easier for Tenten to pretend, if only for a little bit, that Lee and Neji were off training at their usual spot, and it was easier for Lee to pretend that Tenten and Neji were taking a stroll around the village, or even hanging out at a tea shop, like they’d taken to doing at some point down the line. It was easier to ignore that gaping hole Neji’s death had left behind. That missing limb that overwhelmingly hindered the movement of the body as a whole. It was easier to ignore than to try and adjust to it—to the missteps and phantom pains and jerky movements.
Too soon after the war, shinobi were forced to take on new roles and responsibilities befitting the new needs of the village and the Allied Shinobi Forces as a whole, which put their grief on the back burner, and at some point, they eventually got too caught up with their own lives (which was, as much as Tenten hated admitting it, somewhat of a coping mechanism to deal with the loss of someone so significant) that they stopped seeing each other and meeting up. In the process of ‘dealing with’ (i.e. forgetting) and moving on from the loss of Neji, they ended up moving on from their bond as a team and all the memories they’d shared. It was easier to cut each other clean off and fully move on from team Gai as a whole than it was to try and pick the pieces back up and reconstruct it, this time wholly aware of the missing member.
That’s why, over the past year or so, Team Gai had let the distance get between them. They surrendered to it. Let it cause a chasm between them and then some. It was better for them to drift apart with love and goodness and grace and well-wishes in their hearts than to let the grief overwhelm them and drive a vicious wedge between them, like it had during those days immediately after the war. The way Tenten saw it—and she felt that Lee no doubt thought the same—it was better for Team Gai to dissolve naturally and amicably.
And for a while, that worked. Terrifyingly well.
The world had already begun to move on from the War, and the village was mostly rebuilt. People—shinobi and civilians alike— were rebuilding their lives and getting used to this era of peace. It was weird. It honestly still felt surreal most days. Tenten—any shinobi in general—was so used to being on edge all the time, and constantly preparing for the worst. Her fight or flight response was always either on edge or at the forefront, waiting like a dog poised to strike. But now, there was no war anymore, and though the effects of it could still be seen and felt everywhere, people were starting to acclimate. She didn’t need to conceal knives on her person anymore when going out. She didn’t need to sleep restlessly anymore. She would be okay. She was okay.
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At the last second, Tenten reached for her mascara again, unscrewing it and giving her lashes one last coat. She knew it was probably unneeded, but she did it anyway, and she felt better. She was still getting used to that—doing things for the sake of doing them, knowing they served no real purpose.
Tenten was… pragmatic. Very much so. And don’t get me wrong, that is a wonderful quality for a shinobi to possess, but Tenten found she no longer needed that. Well, not as much anyway. Her pragmatism had helped her solve countless problems successfully in the past, and it was one of the reasons she and Neji worked so well together. They were both sensible, if not a little hard headed at times, and they understood each other. To their friends, it always seemed like those two were moving in a rhythm inaudible to everyone but themselves. They were best friends, in every sense of the term. They somehow always knew what the other was thinking, and what to do. And part of that was because they were similar in that way—stubborn, sure, but willing to compromise when the situation called for it.
Pragmatic.
Which is why Tenten says her pragmatism helped her in the past, but she would be the first to admit that it also held her back from many things.
‘It would be too difficult,’ or, ‘Our backgrounds are too different.’ Or perhaps even the worst one, ‘We’re probably better off as friends.’
All things Tenten had said to herself in the name of being realistic. Pragmatic.
All excuses Tenten used to hold herself back from doing what she wanted to do, just for the sake of it. Shinobi fell in love. It was nothing unheard of—I mean, they were human after all. It was expected, even. Everyone was harrowingly aware of the risks being a shinobi entailed, and for most, quitting was not an option, so it was up to them to decide whether or not they would pursue a romantic relationship.
It was up to them to decide which they were going to sacrifice: a chance at love, or their career. Because, in their world, it unfortunately had to be one or the other.
The choice was obvious. The pragmatic choice was obvious.
And both Neji and Tenten were pragmatic.
So they chose their careers.
When faced with the choice of being best friends and continuing to toe that line like they’d been doing for so long, or being lovers, and discovering an entirely new part of themselves—tasting an entirely new flavour they hadn’t even known existed—they chose the former. Because it was always one, and never both. And that was fine, for a while.
In fact, if that had been the end of it, Tenten imagined, perhaps terribly and selfishly, then maybe the aftermath of his death wouldn’t have been as hard. And maybe that made her a terrible person. Maybe she was terrible for wishing he’d never confessed and they’d never kissed. Maybe she was terrible for wishing he hadn’t given her a taste of what she longed for for so long, only to cruelly take it away before either of them were ready. And she knew it wasn’t his fault, but part of her couldn’t help but blame him. And maybe that made her a terrible person; she didn’t know.
But for now, she was content with doing small, pointless, impractical things like putting on another coat of mascara, just for the sake of it. She’d swallow the lump in her throat and put on a brave face and walk out, and she’d do things just because she wanted to. Just because it made her feel better.
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They’d both shown up.
“Hey,” she greeted, once she’d spotted the two green-clad men waiting by the entrance of the restaurant. She’d gotten there a few minutes early, but here they were, arriving even earlier.
“Tenten!” It was Lee.
While Lee had jumped at the opportunity of this dinner, craving the nostalgia like it were a physical thing, Tenten was a bit hesitant. Still, they had both shown up. She smiled. How very predictable of Team Gai.
Maybe things weren’t that different after all.
It was awkward at first. After exchanging pleasantries, they entered the restaurant and took their seats at the reserved booth. The thought of making small talk with people that were once so engraved in each other’s very being was unbearable. The view of the vacant seat at the table was also unbearable—it had been so long since they’d met up like this for dinner that, when Gai-sensei was making the reservation, he accidentally asked for a table for four instead of three. Force of habit.
But they managed.
“How have you been, Tenten?” Gai asked, voice mellow. Him and Lee had remained pretty close through it all, partly because of Lee’s self-imposed duty to care for Gai most of the time, and partly because those two had always had a special bond that not even Neji and Tenten could get between. Tenten shrugged noncommittally, replying with that customary reassurance that made it seem like she was very busy while simultaneously downplaying whatever it is she’d been busy with since she’d last seen them. He nodded kindly, and the three of them started chatting mindlessly about nothing in particular. It was obvious that they were ignoring the elephant in the room. Neji’s loss—his absence at this table—was so palpable it was almost taking up the space of the would-be conversation.
“I miss him,” Tenten sighed, almost bluntly. Flippantly. She didn’t know what reaction she was expecting, but the willing avoidance was getting suffocating. She knew everyone was thinking that, so why didn’t anyone say it?! Why couldn’t anyone give her that relief? Why was everyone—her included, she realised belatedly—so hell-bent on forgetting him, when he had been such a core part of who they were for so long? She missed him. She missed talking to him— about him. She didn’t like that no one brought him up anymore, as if he’d never even existed. He deserved to be celebrated and remembered, for God’s sake! That was the least they could do for him.
“Me, too,” Lee murmured, uncharacteristically resigned. “It’s unbearable, most days.”
Immediately, pressure built up behind Tenten’s eyes, and she vaguely regretted putting on more mascara. “Yeah,” she whispered, almost in wonder, “it is.”
And surprisingly, that was what broke the tension.
Or maybe it wasn’t surprising or weird or unexpected. Maybe that made perfect sense. Because Team Gai was never one for stuffy formalities or beating around the bush—they knew each other too well for that.
Gradually and ever so tentatively, the dinner took on an air of normalcy, and things were almost like the old times—almost. They were able to actually speak to each other again for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, without being snappy or short-tempered, or feeling like their words weren’t reaching through to the other person. They were finally able to acknowledge their loss together, and weirdly enough, it made them feel lighter than they had in ages.
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“It’s getting late,” Tenten yawned, stretching her arms over her head. “We should probably go before we get kicked out.”
With a frown, Lee responded, “Yeah. You’re probably right.”
They, reluctantly, said their goodbyes. She’d originally thought this would be awkward, but she realised with a pang as she was walking away that she didn’t want to go.
“Tenten!” Lee called out from a distance away, and she turned around.
“What is it?” she called back.
“Don’t be a stranger.”
Her breath hitched, and the only thing she could do was nod vigorously and hope he saw it.
She would be okay. They would be okay.