Hinata seems to be an obvious one, naturally.

Hinata peeked back around from the alleyway she was hiding in, glancing at Naruto again, her heart racing as she saw him almost spot her as she ducked back around. She gasped, face flushing. She briefly triggered her Byakugan to make sure he turned back around and was on his way, and luckily he was, though she noted a puzzled look as he read from whatever book he was holding, and was puzzled herself on his decision of wearing some odd necklace under his shirt, but then as she noted this, she realized she was looking under his clothing and her eyes immediately shut off, and her brain almost fried from the shock of her crude behavior.

Hinata shook it off, and peeked back around, seeing him walk off, and Hinata continued sneaking along with him. As she did so, she had an urge to think on her actual relationship with him, or at the very least the one she wanted of him, which is strange, because she really didn’t need to remind herself on something she longed for for so long. Her love for him was incredibly overwhelming, but would positively shatter if she tried confessing her feelings now, for even the possibility of him rejecting her would break her entire world wide open.

So she did what she always did; shadow him, long for him, feel a twang of jealousy or fear whenever he would talk to a girl like Sakura whom he previously had a crush on of his own, silently smile at the occasional prank he’d do, finding him charming in his rapscallion way of living. Even then, she imagined all the while, it was her by her side every time, no matter what, sharing a meal of ramen, holding onto his arm while sitting on a bench, sneakily aiding him in a prank, even going on missions with him, imagining that she and him were chosen as an inseparable ninja team. Alas, just dreams, as she sighs and continues watching.

Until something odd happened. Naruto just stopped, and sat himself on a bench, looking like he was mulling over something he just read, blushing slightly and moving his eyes back and forth as if he was thinking back on a situation. Was that book a log report on a mission he failed or something? A lost heirloom of a family member? A diary he had snuck away like the true debonaire trickster she saw him as? Hinata was concerned if he was okay, but shirked her reaching hand back as she was planning of running up to him and ask what was wrong.

A while of deliberating on his part, and suddenly a smile. One that looked particularly heartfelt as he began writing in the book again.

All of a sudden, something inside her began opening up, like two massive iron doors releasing a torrent of emotion that she kept barred away for so long. A feeling of confidence, one of passion, and one of companionship welling up within her. Her dreams of Naruto no longer being seen as a want, but as a dream to push towards, one where she WILL have the courage to confess her feelings! She WILL have the power to see a future by his side, no matter what! Accomplice, lover, girlfriend, wife, (fellow pervert and lover of pranks somehow made it in there, not sure where that came from, but may help with bonding with him more,) she sees it all now!

Taking a deep breath, Hinata walks forward out of the alley, towards the bench where her love is. It may have been an awkward shaky walk, but it served its purpose to get her there as she sat on the bench. She shyly looked over, seeing the fact that he was looking at her the same way. For once, the screams to look away were swallowed by her determination, and she stuttered her greeting, “H-hello, Naruto.”

He rubbed his neck, grinning shyly as he uttered back, “H-hey, Hinata, how are you?”

Hinata blushed as she squirmed in her seat, but the need to flee was not coming up, she was excited that she was feeling up for doing this! “I-Im fine, doing well, just a little annoyed at the family lately. Heh.”

After that, the chat began going through the phases of small talk, going into conversations that were extremely bold for someone like Hinata, whom decided to bring up her enjoyment in the perverted things he just so happened to be into, but was too private before to actually look into them. Then, after about a couple hours of this from the mid afternoon they started with, Hinata sighed, and clutched her hands onto her thighs, bracing for the big question.