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Chapter Eight
Forbidden Fruit

May 14, 2016
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Something was up with her today.
Seemed like a redundant, kinda stupid observation for him to make considering there always seemed to be something up with her, or, at the very least, every time he interacted with her there was.
This time though, this was different.
She looked…tired.
Like the worn-down-tired his dad got when he pulled three all-nighters in a row at his home office and had to either drag himself to the coffee pot or dissolve into a puddle of exhaustion and hope mom moped him in the direction of the bed. She looked a bit worse than dad though. All slumped, slender shoulders and droopy pale eyes, the slight puffiness highlighted by the faint crescent rings of shadow underneath them, like she didn’t get enough sleep last night or got up too early this morning and was dead on her feet. Moving like she barely had enough energy to put one foot in front of the other.
And she was quiet .
Another observation he’d consider stupid as hell since Hinata Hyuuga was always quiet.
This wasn’t like her normal mousy-shy, wallflower-quiet though.
Everyone had a vibe, at least to him they did, he could feel it like tiny radiating suns, Hinata’s was always dimmer than most people’s but it was there.
Right now, he couldn’t even tell she was there if he didn’t look.
Everything about her was muted, like she’d collapsed in on herself overnight.
Not a single soft pink blush dusted her cheeks when he got close to her today nor did he see any hunched shoulder head ducks whenever he caught her peeking at him when she thought he wasn’t looking, because she hadn’t once looked in his direction. She was completely stoic, behaving like she wasn’t alone in the school science lab with her high school crush.
He could be a part of the wall for all the attention she paid him.
He glanced at her working silently beside him at their metal table that usually seated four people.
She was definitely out of it today.
Her eyes were trained to her task with empty fixation, following the leisurely clips of her scissors as she cut through black construction paper for their background, her movements screaming autopilot. He could probably chalk it up to the mind-numbing simplicity of their tasks, their part of the project wasn’t all that hard and didn’t require much thinking. Their third partner was doing the most complicated part. Shikamaru didn’t even get out of bed today, texting that he’d ‘rig up’ the mechanical part of their orrery, while they put together a starlit background and makeshift planets that they’d plop on the orrery to spin around each other, which Naruto was hoping would net them some extra credit because students usually glued plants on a stick and called it a day.
So yeah.
Make some planets and a background.
Easy peasy on their part, but it shouldn’t have her this disconnected, right?
He wasn’t reading too much into this was he?
He shrugged.
Well, he’d never been one to sit around and speculate.
“Hey, what’s up with you today?” he asked, putting his scissors down and turning his body fully towards her, “you tired or something?”
She startled then turned wide eyes to him, finally giving him a ‘normal’ uniquely-Hinata response, for the first time since they started nearly an hour ago.
That was something at least.
“Did I keep you up too long last night talking about anime?” he asked, which had been his first assumption, “my bad, ‘ttebayo.”
She was shaking her head before he finished, a hint of color touching her cheeks, “n-n-no…I appreciated your texts, they didn’t bother me at all.”
“You sure?” he probed with a curious head tilt, pointing out, “because we were up pretty late last night and you look tired as hell.”
Some of that extra time spent was in part a consequence of waiting on replies from Hinata.
She was a super slow texter.
Like nearly grandma slow, but she did pick up the pace a bit the longer they texted, even adopting abbreviations in his messages and using them in hers. For a little while, conversation flowed back and forth smooth as butter, but ground to a halt when he told her to google something he couldn’t really explain in texts and she texted him back ‘what’s a google?’.
He was convinced she was raised in an extremely strict family that cut out all things fun, banned all teen-normal activities and kept her in a box when she wasn’t at school, because there was no fuckin way she was this behind the times and not living with aggressively restrictive parents.
No fuckin way.
Maybe Hinata had a Kyōiku mama on her ass twenty-four-seven, it’d explain why she could keep pace with Shikamaru academically but didn’t know shit about the world around her.
He couldn’t say he was bothered by her extreme lack of knowledge of so much teen-normal shit
In fact he actually found it fun filling in the blanks for her, there weren’t many people he could go on and on and on about the stuff he liked to, and Hinata seemed like she was really interested in the things he chewed her ear off about night.
Sakura-chan and the other girls would’ve lost interest and told him to shut up or stopped replying after the first five minutes.
The guys already knew all about his favorite shows and movies, they obsessed over them too. In this case, they probably would’ve gotten bored with the conversation or started a heated debate/argument over details and ambiguous plot points both parties were so sure they had the correct interpretation for and fuck what anyone else was talking about, and Naruto wasn’t about to argue with anybody when he knew was right!
“I…” she trailed off, swallowing as that color faded away, and the dullness he noticed earlier rushed back full force, “I…have t-t-trouble sleeping at night s-s-sometimes and last night w-w-was a bad night for me…” she looked up at him again, looking a bit weepy, “your texts really h-h-helped me…thank you.”
“Yeah, no problem,” he replied, a little thrown off being thanked for blowing her phone with stupid anime shit though he shouldn’t be since she thanked for every thing he did no matter how small and insignificant, but he was more so thrown off by the impending waterworks pooling in the waterline of her eyes. He raked his brain for a way to head em’ off, “so…you have like, insomnia or something?”
“S-s-sometimes,” she admitted, fingers fidgeting, “it not as b-bad as it use to be, but…s-s-stress m-makes it worse…”
Fuck.
“What had you stressed out that bad?” he frowned, “was it that shit I pulled at lunch or in Sarutobi-sensei class. Shit. Sorry about all that, I-”
She shook her head again, “it w-w-wasn’t that, I p-p-promise, I just…”
He saw it coming in the wobble of her bottom lip, the crease of her dark brows, the painful look in her milky eyes.
Shit…
“Just…” her mouth opened and closed, then opened again, her eyes fused to his, saying a lot of things, but none of it he could understand, before she whispered, faintly, “the p-p-project.”
His brows creased.
“The project?” he parroted.
That’s not what he’d been expecting.
Something more along the lines of her dog died or her grandma was in the hospital.
The way she was looking right now, all heartbroken and stressed and so damn scared it made his own chest ache, seemed completely out of proportion to whatever could possibly be bothering her about their school project considering it was literally the easiest assignment of all of them.
“We h-h-have to p-p-present,” she continued as the first tear traced her right cheek, “and I s-s-stutter…I c-c-can’t…s-s-stop…”
That admission was like that stick that broke the camel’s back.
Hitched breaths left her throat a moment before an outpouring of tears flowed down her cheeks.
Dammit…
Him and tears did not mix at all.
But…
He sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes searched the room.
“That’s no reason to cry, dattebayo,” he muttered, leaning over to tear a paper towel off a nearby dispenser, then stooping a bit to mop at the tears rolling down her cheeks.
She always so jumpy and stiff when he touched her, but she didn’t startle at all when he tilted her chin up to soak up the rest of her impromptu fountain, the lack of reaction highlight just how upset she had to be in this moment to stand pliant under his hand.
“You coulda just told me it was stressing you out, ya know,” he told her as he moved the paper lightly over her cheeks.
Maybe this made him a weirdo to notice at a time like this but…Hinata cried really…pretty.
Like he sometimes saw in movies or shows.
Dainty little boohoo sobs, shiny crystalline tears, pouting lower lip and red tipped button nose.
Like a sad little kitten tugging on his heartstrings.
His lingering discomfort with battling tears faded into the background as he rubbed circles on her shoulder the way his mom used to when he fell down at the park and skinned his knee as a kid, murmuring in what he hoped was a soothing tone, “it’s okay, ya know, I already came up with a plan for this, ‘ttebayo.”
In hindsight, he probably should have told her about the plan too.
Probably could have avoided this whole situation.
She took a shuddering breath, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand.
Now he felt bad for not saying anything.
He didn’t fully register the amount of contact he was having with her until after he’d already cupped her small hand in his, and though she did seem to still, she didn’t pull away.
Naruto always felt overgrown among his peers, standing taller than most, martial arts and a healthy appetite adding bulk to his once toothpick skinny, gangly form, but next to Hinata he felt like a giant, and not only because he towered over her and outweighed her soaking weight with cinder blocks tied to her ankles. She was petite, compact and mini everywhere but a few places, and her hand swallowed in his only emphasized their size difference.
His tanned hand dwarfed hers, beneath his fingertips, her delicate bones felt fragile.
He gave her dainty appendage a soft, reassuring squeeze, not too tight, curbing his strength probably more than was nescessary.
Real gentle-like…
She seemed to have a knack for pulling a lot of ‘gentle’ out from him lately.
Gentleness he’d never known he had in him to be honest.
He’d never touched any girl so carefully that he could remember, not even Sakura-chan, nor had ever had to extend his usually limited patience to keep himself gentle. He was a little impressed that he’d gotten this far when gentle wasn’t exactly a part of his makeup.
The whole shift was strange to him…but not a bad kinda strange.
Just felt new, maybe a little exciting in a way.
Every relationship he had ever had, friendships included, were always racing a mile a minute, intensity on top of intensity, roughhousing and drag out arguments and even physical fights, but this slow trek with Hinata was the complete opposite.
And…
Kinda nice, even if it meant he had to be a windshield wiper for her tears at times.
“Hey,” he coaxed, tugging softly on her shaking hand in a bid for her attention, “it’s okay…okay?”
Red rimmed lilac found his own sapphire blue.
They sparkled with unshed tears, speaking that silent language he didn’t understand, so intense he felt more like a lifeline than a knucklehead teen awkwardly trying to soothe a crying girl.
“I already gotcha covered,” he reassured her with a bright grin he hoped would get the waterworks to stop, “you’ll be our demonstrator, all you have to do is make the planets spin around. I’ll do all the talking, and Shikamaru’s on clean up duty cuz I’m gonna fuckin butcher a lot of these nerdy-ass-encyclopedia-long words.”
Her lips parted, those unshed tears finally overflowing, but she seemed more frozen than on the verge of another full on crying session.
He’d take that over the alternative.
“You won’t have to say a word,” he told her, trying to turn his words into a tourniquet against another round of tears, “I promise, and Naruto Uzumaki never goes back on his word, ya know. So calm down, okay? You don’t have to worry about the project anymore. Everything’ll be okay. You won’t be up there alone, I’ll be right there with you, alright?”
She was silent as cemetery and just as still as one, and he wondered if she heard him, if she believed them.
Her eyes slowly dipped down, latching on their still joined hands, her shoulders hitching as a shaky exhalation left her lips.
He prepped himself for a meltdown, already detaching their hands and gearing up to apologize for breaking what was essentially an unspoken ‘no touching’ rule when he felt her little fingers curl around his hand, reclaiming the distance he’d put between them, mimicking his earlier gentle squeeze.
Voiceless confirmation she heard him.
Believed him.
He exhaled amused exasperation with her, the left corner of his lip twitching upwards, “you’re a whole lotta work Hyuuga, ya know that?”
She blinked at him, looking a little taken aback.
“I’m joking,” he clarified, because clearly her family wasn’t a bunch of jokesters like his, “anyway, I was gonna ask you this last study hall but forgot, but if you want, we could work on your stuttering too. We can do half and half. Half calc tutoring, half practicing the words that trip you up.”
She bit her lip, eyes dropping to their hands again, still intertwined, and despite her earlier tolerance for the contact, he waited for her to freak out now that she was calmer, to get all tense and scared and make him feel like a monster kicking a defenseless bunny.
Lucky for his self-esteem, she didn’t.
Instead, she exhaled a shuddering breath, her clammy palm shaking in his, but she met his eyes again, and nodded her head.
Why he felt happy as a damn clam to see what he could only assume was determination in her eyes, he didn’t know.
Maybe because she kept proving she was a lot tougher than he gave her credit for?
If nothing else, Naruto respected guts, in all shapes, forms and sizes.
“Let’s do it then,” he declared quietly.
She shifted her weight, eyes dipping to her toes, but this time, he didn’t mind it so much. Not when the pretty petal pink he was used to seeing when he was around her returned with a vengeance, melding into a rich carmine he hadn’t seen before.
He didn’t have to guess why that made him happy as a calm.
What guy wouldn’t want a hot girl crushin’ on him?
“No more crying,” he cajoled, “let’s go have lunch instead. It’s almost three and I am starving, dattebayo.”
She didn’t protest as he led the way, grabbing his wrapped up lunch from it place beside their unfinished project as he passed their work table.
Nor did she balk at the fact that he kept her hand in his as they made their way outside.
Only when he found them a shady spot under a tree, a little ways from the track team sprinting around the track did he release her hand, though, it was a slow unravel, palms parting, fingers sliding, catching, then reluctant disconnect.
She took her hand back and pressed it to her chest, cupping it with her other hand as her face heated up, eyes drifting to the manicured grass beneath their feet.
He didn’t comment on the action, though he took it as a positive.
He noticed something else though.
“Where’s your lunch?” he asked, looking over her as though it’d pop out of thin air, “did you forget to grab it outta the science lab? I can go get it”
She shook her head, shoulders hunching as she admitted, “I forgot it at h-h-home…”
Considering how distraught she was earlier, he wasn’t surprised.
“Well we can share mine, ma likes to pack my lunch like she’s feeding a whole football team, don’t try and be nice and say no, I really can’t eat all of this food. You’d be doing me a solid, ya know. Ma hates when I waste food, and even if I lie and tell her I ate it all, she can sniff out my bullshit a mile away.”
“Oh…um…t-thank you,” she whispered, taking a seat in a shady spot a small distance from the massive tree.
“Don’t sweat it,” he replied, sitting next to her and unwrapping the tangerine furoshiki surrounding his three tiered bento box.
Typical ma.
Bite-size fried chicken with tamagoyaki, broccoli, tomato, sautéed spinach, and onigiri with embarrassing faces in the bottom container. Inside the second level, a ham cheese sandwich cut diagonally, carrots and celery. At the very top of the stack, a liberal helping of strawberries, grapes and apples.
“See what I mean?” he chuckled, “the guys usually fight over who’s gettin’ the extras. I think that’s why mom makes so much, tryna feed the group instead of her little boy.”
He took the squares apart, then held out the one with the sandwich slices to her.
Then she got strange again.
She took out out like she was afraid to drop it, all careful and gentle like she was reaching for a newborn, then she just…stared at it, getting all misty eyed, leaving him struggling to make heads or tails of her behavior.
Hinata Hyuuga was a mystery that never seemed to end.
“Don’t like ham and cheese?” he asked jokingly, even as mind pleaded, ‘please do not start crying again .’
“I-I do…” she whispered, wiping her eyes and sniffling but thankfully no real tears, “just…this s-s-sandwiches reminds me of a boy that s-s-shared his s-s-sandwich with me w-w-when I was a little girl.”
He blinked.
Okay…
Strange to get all sentimental over a little boy sharing a sandwich, but okay.
Maybe she was still feeling sensitive.
He could deal with that.
“That’s nice, kid sharing his lunch with ya.”
She nodded, her eyes soft as she looked at the sandwich in her hand, “he was far k-k-kinder than he realized to s-s-share with me.”
He wondered what she meant by that, but, she’d already taken a bite, and he hadn’t lied, he was starving.
They shared his lunch in companionable silence, another rarity for him, actually shutting the hell up and eating. He found surprising enjoyable, relaxing especially with the nice breeze sweeping across the field. He gave her his chopstick despite her protests and ate his portion with his hands, glad all of it was essentially finger foods.
Their next hick-up was over strawberries of all things.
“You’ve never had strawberries before?” he asked, stunned, “what planet are you from, Hinata?”
She started fiddling with her skirt, thumbs dancing around each other as she ducked his eyes and explained.
“I’m n-n-not allowed to-” she stopped, blinking as though she’d said something unexpected before amending her first statement with, “I w-w-wasn’t allowed to h-h-have them when I was little…”
“Why’s that? Are you allergic or something?”
She shook her head, “my…father w-w-was really s-s-strict…he forbade it…”
That sounded really stupid to him.
What’s wrong with letting a kid have a strawberry if they weren’t allergic to them?
Her dad kinda sounded like a dick.
“Well shit, even more reason to scarf em down,” he grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “daddy ain’t here to forbid it, and you’re not a little kid anymore.”
He grabbed the container of fruit.
“Here, try one,” he encouraged, holding out his container, wagging his brows, “have your first taste of the forbidden fruit.”
She paused, looking a little weary at the fruit before reaching out.
Her hand shook a bit as she plucked one out, and if that wasn’t strange enough, she hesitated again, staring at the succulent berry as though actually afraid to eat it.
Maybe she thought it’d taste like ass.
Strawberries did look kinda crazy.
“It tastes good, I promise,” he vouched for the red fruit, “give it a try, you’ll like it.”
Another pause, then she popped it in her mouth and chewed, her slowly widening eyes finding his as she munched.
“It’s m-mushy but s-s-sweet like juice,” she told him a bit breathlessly as though he didn’t know what they tasted it like.
Her eyes were surprised.
Wide and bright and…
He’d…never seen anyone’s eyes light up like that, least of all hers, when they weren’t glued to the floor, her pale eyes were usually dull and weary…maybe that’s why he’d found them so creepy.
The way they looked now though…
Shining like those pretty moonstones his mom bought on her crystal fad, completely opposite from the listless dead girl eyes that made him uncomfortable, and with her plump lips glistening from the fruit and her cheeks colored a healthy flush, the combination…
…made him wanna kiss her.
The sudden urge clued him in on something weird he hadn’t noticed until now. Thoughts like the ones he was having now hadn’t really crossed his mind since he took Kiba’s suggestion and hatched this surprisingly effective plan to put Sakura-chan in her place.
It wasn’t like he didn't find Hinata pretty, because he did.
In fact, he thought she was beautiful in that delicate princess sort of way, and he was more than a little attracted to her curvaceous body, definitely more so than he’d been to any other girl…even Sakura-chan.
His eyes dipped, sliding over her soft purple long-sleeved shirt, lingering on the heavy breasts that tightened the top of the otherwise loose fabric, leaving the hem to dangle even further from her flat stomach, creating that tantalizing gap identical to the one that drew his eyes when she wore her school uniform. Her jean skirt was as boring as boring could be, deep blue, belted above her naval and covering the length of her legs down to her dainty sandaled feet. If he didn’t already know, he’d have learned just by checking her out, that any boring skirt could be made interesting with the right body filling it out.
And Hinata had the right body to make it interesting.
He was sure she’d be embarrassed if she knew her wide hips and plump ass were the main attraction in her modest getup, that the tough jean material only showcasing how round and weighty her rear-end truly was, something even the school uniform skirts hid.
None of this, this simmering attraction had been more than a quiet whisper in his head.
Now that he was on that train of thought, he also realized he hadn’t even tried his usual routine of flirt, flatter and fuck with her, a combo that always worked out for him when his relationship status with Sakura-chan was set to ‘off-again-for-the-millionth-time’ and he was looking for an in-between to tide him over until his status flipped in the opposite direction. He hadn’t dropped a pick up line, hadn’t tried to charmed her, hadn’t done anything but get caught up in the mystery that was Hinata Hyuuga.
Her shy, skittish nature and hushed mouthed secrets overshadowing nearly everything, her fear and tears functioning like blinders to his ultimate goal.
But now…
With her eyes shinning, her lips parted, her expression the most open he’d ever seen it, that initial attraction was suddenly surging to the forefront, no longer simmering, but on a slow creep to an all out boil.
“Yeah,” he chuckled, jump starting his brain to focus on the conversation, only half succeeding judging by the low huskiness attached to his voice, “that’s why people like ‘em. Gonna guess you come from a really strict family, huh? You never heard of LINE, never had strawberries, never heard of Adult Swim, never watched anime, bet there’s a ton of other normal stuff you’ve never done, right?”
“Strict…” she parroted faintly, lips turning down, “yes…very strict…there’s a lot I w-w-wasn’t allowed to t-t-try.”
“Stick with me then,” Naruto boasted, giving her a confident chin lift and a cocky grin, “I’ll get ya up to speed in no time, dattebayo.”
Silence greeted his declaration, and he would have taken that as a rejection of his offer if he wasn’t reading her body language.
She was back to her bashful self, twiddling her thumbs in her lap, hiding behind her dark hair even as her eyes played hide-and-seek with his, “o-okay….t-thank you, N-N-Naruto-kun…”
He listed towards her as she spoke, not just to catch her soft words, but because this new way she whispered his name was far sweeter than the strawberries they shared.
“T-t-thank you for always…being k-k-kind to me,” her voice was like music notes, gentle and soothing, but somehow coaxing something heavy and warm in his chest, “from the very beginning…I c-c-couldn’t have gotten this far w-w-without you…you t-truly don't know how m-much it m-means to me…”
He couldn’t say he didn’t feel like the guy that hung the moon for her in that moment, that her gratitude didn’t make him feel ten feet tall, because it did. Naruto knew bullshit, he could bullshit with the best of them, and that made him particularity good at sniffing it out. He’d never caught a whiff on Hinata. For all her gloom and tears, she was the most sincere girl he’d met in his life, and knowing that she wasn’t just giving him lip service really got under his skin in the best kind of way.
Maybe he did have some kinda hero-complex or whatever the fuck Ino said in their LINE group chat the other day.
Who the fuck cared if he did?
A girl actually appreciating him for once made him feel good about himself, and he really didn’t give a shit what they wanted to call that, he was gonna soak it up as long as possible, they could laugh at him all they wanted, but right now, he was the smiling.
Besides, he was starting not to mind being the guy that came to her rescue.
Hinata made it easy for a guy to want be her knight in shinning armor.
She held the running title for sweetest girl he’d ever come across, and probably had more patience than dad did because Hinata never once need to take a break from him during a study session while dad tapped out around the forty-five minute.
She was smart as shit, and even though she didn’t tell jokes or make wise cracks, she made him laugh in her own way.
And fuck was she pretty.
Especially when she looked at him like she was now, her eyes all soft, bright and tear free.
He couldn’t help but wanna keep them like that.
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