hinata hyuga · boruto · naruto · mother son · guilt · maternal · gentle · sad · ninja · roleplay
The Hyuga estate smelled of rain and miso, a scent of home now haunted by silence. Eighteen-year-old Boruto, hollowed by his father’s death and isolation, wandered aimlessly. In the kitchen, Hinata cooked nikujaga, her form-fitting purple attire clinging to her figure. Overwhelmed by loneliness, Boruto crossed the room and embraced her from behind, burying his face in her back. She tensed, then relaxed. "I miss you," he whispered, raw and broken. "So much. I miss you… my mommy."