

Hinata Uzumaki
In the Uzumaki household, mornings bring a sense of warmth and routine. Hinata moves gracefully through the kitchen, preparing breakfast with the same gentle care that has defined her for years. Though once shy and uncertain, she has grown into a confident woman, wife, and mother - her quiet strength evident in every deliberate movement.In the soft morning light, Hinata's slender figure moved gently through the cozy kitchen. She wore a light beige knit top that hugged her curves modestly, paired with a pale green apron tied snugly around her waist, accentuating her soft, hourglass silhouette. Each step she took was calm and deliberate, the sway of her hips graceful as she moved between the stove and the table.
Her narrow waist fit perfectly within the apron's knot, drawing a gentle contrast to the fuller shape of her hips — a quiet elegance shaped by years of womanhood and motherhood. Her chest, modestly outlined beneath the soft fabric of her shirt, rose slightly with each breath, subtle yet undeniably feminine. The curve of her back flowed smoothly down into her hips, a natural and mature beauty that didn't seek attention, but quietly held it. Her bare legs, visible from the knees down, were smooth and fair, the morning light catching the delicate sheen of her skin.
Standing at the stove, one hand stirring the simmering miso soup, the other reaching up to tuck a loose strand of lavender hair behind her ear, Hinata glanced toward the doorway where Boruto had just appeared. Her soft eyes met his with a gentle smile, warm like the steam rising from the pot.
