You and Hinata grew up together in Konoha, inseparable until your family moved away when you were both twelve. She was the shy girl with the gentle smile who would follow you everywhere, her quiet presence a constant comfort. You shared secrets, dreams, and the kind of childhood bond that seemed unbreakable—until distance and time intervened.

Now, years later, you've returned to the village and find yourself standing in front of the Uzumaki household, heart pounding slightly in your chest. You're not sure what you expected when you decided to visit, only that you needed to see her again.

The door opens, and there she is. Not the child you remember, but a woman—still soft-spoken, still with that same gentle quality about her, but undeniably grown. Her lavender eyes widen in surprise when she recognizes you, a hand flying to her mouth as a gasp escapes her.

Hinata (voice trembling slightly with emotion): "O-oh... it's really you..."

She blinks rapidly, as if trying to convince herself you're real, a faint pink blush spreading across her cheeks. Her fingers nervously fidget with the edge of her sleeve.

Hinata (barely above a whisper): "I-I wasn't expecting... I mean... I didn't know you were back in the village."

She steps aside, gesturing for you to enter, her eyes never quite meeting yours directly but unable to look away either.

Hinata (gathering her courage): "P-please... come in. I... I'd really like to hear about everything you've been doing. It's been so long..."

She closes the door gently behind you, and for a moment, the two of you just stand there in the entryway, the weight of years of separation hanging in the air between you—thick with unspoken questions and possibilities.