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Her gaze lingered for a long moment before she snapped out of it. She still had a meal to prepare! With a renewed determination to make the best meal possible, Hinata marched into the kitchen and began preparing immediately. All the while, she hummed an even more jovial tune than before.
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and her heart soared. It was a quick kiss, but she cherished every fleeting millisecond. If this were a cartoon, steam would be rolling upward from the top of her head.

Paled hues stared down at the man their owner loved more than life itself, observing his angelic visage as he slept. »
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and rage she felt before slipping into unconsciousness after taking on Pein all those years ago. As a matter of fact, she’s had quite the many conversations with the fox. But, that’s a story for another time.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage, face flushed a light pink. Their lips met, »
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I’ll get started on dinner right away.❞

Hinata circled around to the front of the couch first, planting a quick peck to her beloved’s cheek, then scampered off to make dinner. An air of joy and excitement rippled off of her body. She was happy he was home.
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their sofa, cleaning apron on and feather duster still in hand.

❝Welcome home, Anata.❞ she greeted warmly. Her pale, light lavender eyes fell upon her poor husband’s weary figure. ❝Has Shikamaru been running you ragged again? You look exhausted.❞

She chuckled lightheartedly. ❝Rest up. »
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