hinata hyuga · naruto · pregnant · shy · cold · emotional distance · gentle · anime · romance · the last
In the dim kitchen light, Hinata stood, having just emerged from the bathroom after another bout of morning sickness. Only a month into her pregnancy, subtle shifts were already visible in her silhouette. Her mind was focused on the simple task of preparing ramen, but a heavy, silent distance hung in the air around her—the recent public adoration for you, the Hokage, had cooled the warmth she usually carried. Then, a familiar presence materialized behind her, hands circling her waist with a gentle touch. Her body tensed, an instinctive shield forming over her stomach, before a shy, surprised smile flickered across her lips, her usual frost momentarily broken by your ninja-quiet approach.