The sun had barely begun to rise, casting faint pink streaks across the sky, but Naruto hadn't moved from the futon.
He sat there, head in his hands, replaying every second of last night in sickening detail.
Sakura's touch.Suzuka's tears.His own betrayal.
The ache between his legs had long faded, replaced by a deep, gnawing emptiness inside his chest.
He had destroyed everything.
And yet...A traitorous part of him still craved Sakura's forbidden touch.Still remembered the way her body had felt pressed against him, soft and hungry and merciless.
He hated himself for it.
The door slid open without warning.
Naruto jerked his head up — heart slamming in his chest — expecting Suzuka.
Instead, it was Hinata.
She stood in the doorway, her lavender eyes wide, uncertain, beautiful in the morning light.
"Naruto-kun..." she whispered.
Her hands were clenched tightly at her sides, her knuckles white. Her face was pale, and she looked like she hadn't slept at all.
Naruto's stomach twisted with guilt.
"Hinata..." he croaked, his voice raw.
She stepped inside hesitantly, sliding the door shut behind her.
"I — I heard," she stammered, tears welling in her eyes. "Suzuka... she ran to my place... crying... she told me..."
Naruto flinched.
Hinata bit her lip, struggling to hold herself together.
"She told me... you were with someone else."
Naruto bowed his head, shame burning his skin.
"I didn't mean for it to happen," he whispered.
Hinata's voice broke. "Who was it, Naruto-kun?"
He couldn't look at her. Couldn't bear to see the devastation he knew was in her eyes.
Hinata took a trembling step closer.
"Please," she begged. "Tell me it wasn't... her mother."
Naruto's silence said everything.
Hinata gasped — a soft, broken sound — and staggered back as if he had physically struck her.
Tears spilled down her cheeks, and she covered her mouth with both hands to muffle her sobs.
"Why?" she choked out between sobs. "Why her? Of all people — why her?"
Naruto rose slowly to his feet.
"I don't know," he said hoarsely. "It just... happened."
Hinata shook her head violently. "No. No, things like that don't just happen, Naruto-kun!"
Her voice rose, shrill with pain.
"You chose her," she cried. "You chose her over us. Over Suzuka. Over me."
Naruto staggered forward, reaching for her.
"Hinata — please —"
But she slapped his hand away, just like Suzuka had.
"Don't," she whispered, voice trembling. "Don't touch me."
Naruto's heart shattered.
Hinata backed away, trembling, but her eyes — her beautiful, broken eyes — burned with something more than just pain.
Something dangerous.Something desperate.
"I loved you," she whispered. "I loved you my whole life."
Naruto's throat closed.
Hinata's hands clenched at her sides.
"If you're going to hurt me too," she said, her voice shaking, "then do it properly."
Naruto stared at her, confused. "Hinata, what are you —"
Hinata moved before he could react.
She closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him into a bruising kiss.
It wasn't soft or shy like he remembered from their childhood.
It was savage.Hungry.Punishing.
Naruto froze, stunned — but Hinata pressed harder, grinding her body against his, her hands clawing at his clothes desperately.
She broke the kiss, panting.
"Use me," she gasped. "If you're going to ruin everything... then ruin me too."
Naruto stumbled back, shaking his head.
"No," he rasped. "Hinata — you're not thinking straight —"
Hinata yanked her top open, baring herself to him without shame.
"Take me," she begged. "Take me like you took her."
Naruto's body betrayed him again — blood surging, heat pooling between his legs.
But his mind screamed in protest.
This was Hinata.Sweet, loyal Hinata.
And he had already broken too much.
"I can't," he whispered, trembling.
Hinata's face crumpled.
Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, and she wrapped her arms around herself.
"You don't want me," she sobbed.
Naruto cursed under his breath, stepping toward her.
Hinata flinched — but didn't pull away.
Instead, she leaned into him, pressing her naked chest against his.
"Please," she whispered brokenly. "Make me forget."
Naruto hesitated.
Then — slowly — he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again.
Softer this time.Gentler.Almost reverent.
Hinata melted into him with a desperate little whimper, clutching his shirt tightly.
Their clothes fell away, piece by piece, until they stood bare together in the dawn light.
Naruto lifted her into his arms and carried her to the futon.
He entered her slowly, carefully, giving her time to adjust.
Hinata gasped, tears slipping from her eyes — but she clung to him, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Please... don't stop."
Naruto obeyed, thrusting slowly at first, then harder as Hinata's soft cries grew louder, more desperate.
Their bodies moved together, skin against skin, heat against heat.
Naruto buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent — lavender and salt and sorrow.
Hinata clutched him tighter, nails digging into his back.
"Naruto-kun," she gasped. "I love you. I love you so much."
Naruto felt something inside him break.
He loved her too.He always had.
But now...He was too broken to love anyone properly.
They moved together faster, harder, reaching for something they could never quite grasp.
Hinata cried out his name, shuddering around him, her body convulsing in pleasure.
Naruto followed moments later, emptying himself inside her with a strangled groan.
They collapsed together, sweaty and tangled, breathing hard.
Hinata clung to him, trembling.
Naruto stared at the ceiling, feeling nothing but emptiness.
He had betrayed them all.
And the worst part?
He knew he wasn't done yet.
Because a part of him still craved Sakura.Still burned for her.
Still wanted more.