



Always the same
Every time I saw him he had this haughty countenance, as if nothing could overcome his barriers or defeat him, even touch him, perhaps; ever since childhood. His chin was always up, his chest forward, his legs apart. He was the figure of power – and Hinata had learned from her father, from Neji, to fear figures of power. So, as much as she had tried hard during her relationship with Naruto, to look Sasuke in the eyes and smile friendly, so that Uzumaki would see that she was a friend and that she liked all his friends, even the evil one. around the village, Hinata had never made it. She always turned her face to any other corner, any corner, when it felt like a few seconds had passed. She always looked more down than up. SasuHina
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