Comment on her clothes.

"Aren't you hot wearing all that? I'd be going crazy," for emphasis he pulled on the collar of his netted shirt, feeling a drop of trapped sweat trail down his chest in the process.

Hinata only tilted her head, fingertips wandering gently to the top button of her jumper. "It was cooler this morning, I didn't really think about it."

As she started to unbutton it Kiba couldn't help himself from watching, her fingers lithe and gentle as they traced down the center of her body, separating in half to reveal a thin lavender tank top underneath. He didn't notice he was looking so overtly until Hinata cleared her throat. He looked up to find her eyes on him, reprimanding and slightly embarrassed. Her sweater was open but she hesitated to take it from her shoulders, and in that second Kiba felt something in the air between them tighten, like the string on a violin it quivered with a soft hum, slightly different from the spinning of the fan, in harmony with the gentle music of Hinata's radio.

Kiba swallowed hard, watching as Hinata slipped the sweater off finally, folding it up and placing it at her side. With that Kiba suddenly became aware just how close Hinata was sitting across from him. With a little effort their knees could have brushed, and now he could notice how the summer had brought out a patch of light freckles across the crest of her now bared shoulders.

Without thinking he reached out, brushing a thumb across her skin where the sun had kissed her, leaving their mark. Hinata didn't move but her breath caught just a bit, eyes following the path that Kiba's thumb ran against her. Her hair covered most of her face, hiding the blush that crept up her cheeks and across her nose.

"You're so pale..." Kiba trailed off, saying it without really thinking. He looked at her harder then, finding his voice with a touch of humor, "You should get some more sun."

He was so tan in contrast to her, her skin felt soft under the pad of his calloused thumb. Her eyes returned to his, lips barely moving as she said, "What are you doing?"

"...you said no one's home, right?" He hadn't stopped touching her shoulder then, this time he grew bolder, letting his fingertips trace along the strap of her shirt, dipping beneath it briefly.

"Kiba..." Was she warning? Inviting? As open as Hinata could be, it was hard to tell.