It was a universal truth that Hinata Hyuuga had captured the heart of Uzumaki Naruto in her neat palms.
But it wasn’t until one, particular, incident that Ino and Sakura realised how much of his heart Hinata actually held.
They were strolling to a quiet teahouse during their lunch break and had found Sasuke and Naruto walking together. It wasn’t strange to see constantly bantering on the street at all. Naruto was one of the only people that Sasuke ever frequented with, the others being Kakashi and Sakura.
“Isn’t that Naruto and… Sasuke?” Ino asked, surprised. “I didn’t think that Sasuke walks in direct sunlight.”
“Probably Naruto’s influence,” Sakura tried to explain. “You know how he’s infectious. Since we’re all walking the same direction, we should catch up with them.”
“Good idea,” Ino agreed.
When Ino and Sakura caught up to Naruto, their eyebrows shot up to see the polar opposites in an agreeable conversation. Naruto yelled out a cheery ‘hi guys!’ while Sasuke nodded to them before slinking back into his collar. Polar opposites even in reaction.
And it seemed like they interrupted an important conversation because shortly after, Sasuke mumbled something into his collar.
“Huh? Did you say something, Teme?” Naruto asked.
“… so you’ll think about it?”
Sasuke growled, his hand twitching to hit him. “I just told you, idiot.”
At his blank look, Sasuke let out a sigh. It was refreshing to see that the sigh held no anger, only mild frustration and acceptance. It was slightly comforting for the Uchiha that although time may pass, Naruto will always have a thick head. Not that he’ll ever admit it, though.”
“I said,” Sasuke drew out, “Let’s spar after lunch and then go to Ichiraku’s. I will treat your unhealthy, addiction to ramen as much as you want.”
Sakura and Ino almost fell backwards with shock. They look at each other with their jaws almost touching the floor. An invitation to spar, to unlimited ramen and to socialise from Sasuke?! From Sasuke?!
Naruto snapped out of his shock faster than the rest. “Forgoing your hermit ways, huh?” he teased.
“Just answer already.”
His snappy comment made Naruto laugh.
Today was a momentous day in history. Today was the day hermit extraordinaire, Uchiha Sasuke, willingly extended a hand out to Naruto, endangering the contents his wallet in the process. Surely, Naruto was crying with joy; this is what he has been chasing for ever since they were genin! Uchiha Sasuke was finally socialising! Uchiha Sasuke was finally-
“Hey, I’d love to, Teme,” Naruto grinned at him. “But Hinata’s making ramen tonight and I’d hate to miss that even if it’s for Teuchi’s.”
-getting his offer rejected by Naruto?!
…Naruto rejected Sasuke’s offer of unlimited ramen?
“I’m sure Hinata wouldn’t mind if there’s one more to the party and-Ino and Sakura… are you guys crying?”
Naruto and Sasuke looked panicked at the tear-stricken women. Sakura grabbed a pack of tissues from her purse before offering them to Ino.
“She did it, Ino-pig,” Sakura sniffled. “She finally did it.”
“I’m so happy for Hina-chan.” Ino carefully wiped her teary eyeliner.
“Uhm, are you guys okay?” Naruto almost poked their cheeks. “And what’s this about Hina-chan?”
It was official. Hyuuga Hinata held Naruto’s whole, complete heart in her gentle hands.
A/N: Inspired by a conversation I had with annalovesfiction about Naruto and Sasuke loving each other like Turk and JD. The day Naruto loves Hinata more than Sasuke is the day we bawl our eyes out.
On this day in 551 BC, the Chinese philosopher Confucius (or, K'ung Fu-tzu in Chinese) was supposedly born. His philosophy, based on social correctness, respect and sincerity, was very influential in China and aimed to promote a way of living where everyone could live in peace. He is attributed to many classic Chinese texts and is considered one of the greatest thinkers in Chinese history. Confucianism shaped China and the surrounding area for thousands of years, and continues to do so today. One of the main principles of Confucianism is “Do not do to others what you do not want done to yourself”, which is similar to Jesus’s Golden Rule. Confucius died in 479 BC aged 71 or 72.
“I never thanked you for letting me transform in secret,” Ladybug tells him suddenly in the middle of a patrol one day.
Chat Noir glances over at her. “Lady Wifi?” he asks after a moment.
She nods rather than responding.
“… Have you ever wondered who I am?” he asks after a moment. “I mean, since then.”
Ladybug looks over at him. “A little,” she says slowly.
He smirks at her. “Ahh, should I be flattered that my Lady was curious about me, or heartbroken that she thinks of me so little?” He hops closer so he doesn’t have to yell to be heard. His green eyes are sharp and eager. “Do you think we know each other outside of our costumes?”
She looks at him then. “How much do you want to know, Chat Noir?”
She swears she sees his ears waggle, for all that they are fabric headpieces. “As much as you want me to know, my Lady,” he croons wistfully.
Her laugh is humorless. “That’s a lie.”
His ears droop a little. “You don’t trust me at all, my Lady?”
“I don’t trust…” She doesn’t know how to finish. I don’t trust myself, she does not tell him. I don’t trust you to love Marinette.
He leaps away from her, putting a roof’s worth of distance between them. Their bantering has hit too close, this time.
It’s one of his fangirls after him this time. Chat Noir, predictably, apologizes for his inability to accompany her.
“Enjoy your time with the pretty boy,” he quips over their phone line.
“You’re not jealous at all?” she shoots back, deliberately.
“Hmmm,” the hero muses. “If my Lady comes to love another, he’d better be at least as handsome as me. You could do worse.”
“You are incorrigible,” she sighs fondly, and hangs up as she reaches Mansion Agreste. “Hello, sir,” she greets, knocking on Adrien’s window. He lets her in gratefully.
“Ladybug! Thanks for coming, it’s an honor,” he says. She can see that he’s trying to contain his excitement, and she can’t help but smile softly. Tikki is guarding her heart, so she melts only a little bit inside.
“It’s my duty,” she says, instead.
“Where is Chat?” he asks after a moment.
“Being irresponsible, I imagine,” Ladybug sighs dramatically. “Who can control a cat?”
“But aren’t you his Lady?”
She lifts a brow at him, bites her tongue. You know perfectly well we aren’t. “It’s not obvious?” she asks instead, and watches an unnameable emotion flicker across his face. “We are partners.”
Maybe she let too much longing leak into her voice. She loves him, after all. “Not lovers,” she says quietly, stepping closer to him, watching his green eyes widen just so. “Do you want us to be, Monsieur Agreste?”
She watches him parse her question, watches confusion, tinged with fear or horror, cross his face. “Us?” he asks quietly.
Then his fangirl charges in through the window. Ladybug sweeps Adrien out of the way, snatches the tube of lipstick out of the girl’s hand easily, and snaps the offending object.
“Bye-bye, petite papillon,” Ladybug says with a wave at the white insect flapping away. “I’ll see you later, kitten,” she adds to Adrien once she fixes the damage done, and escapes through the window, trembling.
This world was created so it could destroy you. I learned that the hard way. No matter how many times they’d say the universe wasn’t out to get you, it was. That’s the luck of the draw & the way the world turned out to be. It’s just a shame. The way we let these things get to us. I knew it all too well, & maybe I’m lying when I use the past tense, because I’m pretty sure I know it all too well now. I let everything get to me. I just wonder why it wasn’t always like that. When I was younger, maybe even two or three years ago, when someone hurt me, I just didn’t seem to care. I’d run to the basement, turn on a film, & that was that. That was the last time I thought of that pain. When I’d come up from the basement after the film was over, I would never be hurt by the wound that somebody caused ever again.
But these days are different now. When someone hurts me I still turn on a film, but this time I lay on the bed in my apartment. But I can never seem to concentrate. Instead I’m just torn apart by whoever hurt me. All I can say, without thinking about any of this too much, is I can’t tell which I prefer. Not feeling those wounds, or feeling them in full force.
Empty questions aside, I know that even when people we care about hurt us, we have to be stronger than how we usually are. That’s why when I close my eyes, I don’t see you crying, I see you with arrows out. Fighting back in the purest emotional sense. You feel these wounds but you trace & heal them yourself. No one is weighing you down, instead you’re picking yourself up. Even those people that hurt you, you’re picking them up too There’s no scars anymore, just a blank canvas for the future to chart itself on. This world was created so it could destroy you, but I know you won’t let it.
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