So, a couple of years back, I wrote a fanfic named "More Than Enough" which focused on Naruto and Hinata's first time. It was the first time I had written erotica and it was something that made me go back to writing fanfics. But now that I look back at it, I realised that the love scene was too Naruto-centered and it didn't really focus on what Hinata was thinking. So at some point I wanted to go back to that fic and write a "Hinata POV" chapter. The "Gift" prompt from "NaruHina Week" gave me a perfect excuse to finally sit my ass down and do it, as I had a scene in mind that specifically focused on gifts. Read more to find out…
Hinata held the key in her hand and steeled herself…
...Today was the day she was actually going to do this…
With the warmth of his mouth still on her lips, with her heart threatening to burst out of her chest, she rushed back to the Hyuga compound to get what she needed. She dashed to the Hyuga's ceremonial chamber, took a bagful of candles and then run to her room to take her dress. That dress. The one that she was wearing at the end of the moon mission.
Why did she save it? Why did she repair it?
By all accounts she should have had it destroyed. It was a painful reminder of what had happened to her, of how her mind was stolen and she nearly became somebody else's wife. Of how her will was violated and her first kiss was nearly given to someone else. She should have shredded it, she have burned it to the ground…
...But she didn't…
Maybe it was the fact that Naruto told her that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her while she was wearing that dress. Because he kissed her for the very first time while she was in it. Because so many precious memories were also tied to that dress along with the bad…
...So, instead she repaired it…
It wasn't easy to do either. She only had an image of how the dress was from memory, and, quite frankly, that memory was hazy. There was a superweapon to destroy, and a murderous omnicidal maniac on her trail. The dress was the least of her concerns at the time...
...And maybe the reason she repaired that dress was to exorcise her demons, her bad memories. To confirm to herself that this dress was just that, a dress, and that all those bad times were finally in the past…
...All the pain… all the unrequited love… all the anguish… all the yearning...
...Tonight she was going make it all go away...
It wasn't until she set up the candles inside Naruto's apartment and she struggled to put on that black wedding dress that the conservative part of her upbringing finally caught up to her.
'What the hell do you think you are doing? You're a member of the Hyuga, one of the the most traditional and revered clans in all of Konoha! You're not supposed to do this sort of thing! What about your clan's standing and reputation?'
Hinata tried for the tenth time to tighten the hash on her dress. Her hands couldn't quite reach the spot.
'Okay, so maybe you don't care much about the Hyuga clan's standing. How about yourself? Are you sure he really loves you? Sakura once said, that he doesn't know what romantic love even means! That to him loving someone is like loving ramen!'
That thought gave Hinata pause. For the greater part of her life, she had been trying to reach Naruto's heart. She made herself stronger, she fought wars for him, she almost gave up her life for him. She became his right hand when he lost his and stayed by his side until he got his prosthetic...
...and in all that time he never realised that she had romantic feelings for him. That she cared for him as something more than just a comrade in arms.
Maybe Sakura was right. Maybe Naruto still doesn't know what romantic love is, what sort of ramifications it has. The sorts of things it fully implies.
'Naruto is extremely popular with girls these days. What makes you think you're better than all of them? That he won't leave you for someone else in the future?'
She was sure that he would never do something like this to her. That he would never hurt her in such a way. But in the end she wasn't better than those girls that surrounded Naruto on a daily basis. She wasn't strong and she wasn't pretty…
...at least that's what she was raised to believe…
A lifetime of neglect and emotional abuse is not something that someone can just leave behind, and now that she was alone in Naruto's apartment with only her thoughts for company, her fears and her insecurities were starting to get the better of her.
'This is a mistake. I shouldn't do this!"
She gave up trying to put on the dress, and started cleaning up Naruto's apartment. She would return the key to his apartment tomorrow, and tell him that something had happened in the Hyuga household that she needed to attend to urgently. She would…
Something bumped into her leg interrupting her train of thought.
It was a package with the inscription "To Naruto-Senpai" written on it.
'What the…'
She activated her byakugan and observed the room more carefully. Naruto's apartment was practically filled with such packages, all sent to him by girls who desired nothing more than to have a date with the Shinobi world's most renowned hero. To be with him, to have a relationship with him…
She intensified her byakugan and looked inside them, her curiosity getting the better of her.
...so many presents… so many gifts… so valuable and so expensive...
It was then that her field of vision caught something oddly familiar… Her byakugan refocused in the direction of Naruto's bed. He had something tucked under the bedsheets, right next to his pillow.
It was her scarf!
What remained of it anyway.
She reached under his sheets and held it in her hand. It was still in quite good condition. Sure it was torn and wilting on the sides, but other than that it was still intact. She could see that Naruto was taking good care of it.
Hinata looked again at all those presents that all those girls gave to Naruto…
...scattered all around his apartment like garbage, completely unopened and untouched…
...And then she caressed the scarf's remains…
...Preserved and cherished… Right next to his pillow...
All those expensive gifts, all those girls… they meant nothing to him…
But her simple gift, her presence… it meant the world to him!
The realization made her heart jump with joy.
'He really loves me! He really cherishes me!'
At that moment any misgivings she had, all her fears, all her insecurities completely disappeared. There was no longer any doubt in her mind.
She summoned a shadow clone to help her put on the dress…
...Tonight she would definitely give herself to him!
And there you have it! What happened from the moment Hinata got the keys to Naruto's apartment to the moment he came back! I originally intended to write a "Hinata POV lemon" for the fic, but It would then stray too much from the "Gift" prompt. Maybe I will write the lemon later, like I did with the original "More Than Enough" if I get a positive enough response.