15 x 15 - Hinata-Chouji
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purplekitteTitle: Hinata-Chouji
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'Verse: Naruto
Claim: general series
Characters/Pairing: Hinata/Chouji
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Summary: Chaoji knows Hinata doesn't really mean it.
Table/Prompt: Het table, observe
She had waited and waited and the world sped on around her. Everyone else had left and now only she had been left behind. And he was the other left over.
“I don’t want to play pair-the-spare with you, no, but if otherwise your family would marry you off to someone you don’t know or don’t like, I’ll do it.”
Naruto had long since married, and Kiba and Neji and Shikamaru and all their friends. The only people who wanted to marry Akimichi were graduates of culinary schools. He was a desperate last move, he knew she was thinking. She had missed her chance so many times.
“I…” she said quietly and waveringly as always. “I like you.”
“What?” Chouji found himself sounding more surprised at this than at her proposal of marriage. He thought he’d had her figured out.
Hinata blushed harder and looked like she wanted to hide further behind her hair, but she had already started this conversation and was determined to see it through. “You’re nice.”
Chouji saw himself through her eyes differently for a second, just as a test of her new words. Nice, safe, unthreatening, undemanding. Her age, of a good family, of a happy family which probably appealed to her even more.
“Oh. Well that’s a different matter.” Everyone else had married, so why not him before now? Interest from another party, certainly, but maybe nice had been what he had been looking for too. “Alright. Let’s try that.”
So they did.
Author:
purplekitte'Verse: Naruto
Claim: general series
Characters/Pairing: Hinata/Chouji
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Summary: Chaoji knows Hinata doesn't really mean it.
Table/Prompt: Het table, observe
She had waited and waited and the world sped on around her. Everyone else had left and now only she had been left behind. And he was the other left over.
“I don’t want to play pair-the-spare with you, no, but if otherwise your family would marry you off to someone you don’t know or don’t like, I’ll do it.”
Naruto had long since married, and Kiba and Neji and Shikamaru and all their friends. The only people who wanted to marry Akimichi were graduates of culinary schools. He was a desperate last move, he knew she was thinking. She had missed her chance so many times.
“I…” she said quietly and waveringly as always. “I like you.”
“What?” Chouji found himself sounding more surprised at this than at her proposal of marriage. He thought he’d had her figured out.
Hinata blushed harder and looked like she wanted to hide further behind her hair, but she had already started this conversation and was determined to see it through. “You’re nice.”
Chouji saw himself through her eyes differently for a second, just as a test of her new words. Nice, safe, unthreatening, undemanding. Her age, of a good family, of a happy family which probably appealed to her even more.
“Oh. Well that’s a different matter.” Everyone else had married, so why not him before now? Interest from another party, certainly, but maybe nice had been what he had been looking for too. “Alright. Let’s try that.”
So they did.
