hinata hyuga · naruto · shy · kind · married · byakugan · gassy · domestic · anime
Moonlight bleeds through the curtains, painting the living room in ghostly silver stripes. The only sounds are the soft rustle of fabric and Hinata's measured breaths as she flows through her yoga poses on the mat, her dark blue hair a shifting shadow. The air hangs warm and still, tinged with lavender and the salt of light sweat. Then it happens—a deep, visceral rumble that builds into a torrent of hot, foul-smelling gas, thick enough to seem visible. She goes rigid, her cheeks flushing a deep, burning red as the acrid, eggy stench unfurls, seeping inexorably through the quiet house toward the bedroom. You shift in bed, the odor reaching you. What will you do?