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A NaruHina fanfic based off of @shamylicious-blog doujinshi posted May 31, 2019. Please check out her 5-panel illustration!

Summary: Naruto, a skilled theater technician, and Hinata, a breakout pianist and composer, smile at each other.

Read Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here, Chapter 3 here.

Chapter 4: More than you could ever know (END)

The day of, she’s surprised to find that she’s not nervous. She feels ready. She could almost describe herself as feeling...excited? Or is she misinterpreting the adrenaline running through her?

Her gown, hanging in the closet of her dressing room backstage, glitters despite the dark fabric.

An expensive gift from her workaholic father.

Who’s actually taking a night off from the 10:00 newscast to attend her first solo concert.

He never attended her competitions after her first one due to his work schedule, and they both reasoned that he heard enough of her practicing at home for him to know exactly what she would sound like in the concert hall, and it wasn’t worth his time if she was just one among many players.

It was his expectation that she would win in those days.

He hardly ever gave her anything beyond a “well done.” No flowers, no hugs, no wide smiles. Well, he was never an affectionate person, anyway. She grew up lonely, simply hoping for his approval in everything she did. And then, later, just trying to not be a bother or cause him worry of any kind.

She remembers she was stomach-achingly terrified to tell him that she wanted to stop competitions.

He had looked at her, attention fully on her, eyes narrowing, before asking, “Why?”

She could hardly get air to her lungs, but she hardened her resolve. “I want to focus on composition,” she somehow managed to say with hardly a tremor in her voice.

He paused, nodded, said, “Alright,” and that was that.

Maybe she should have expected such simple support. After all, the most she ever hears him speak is during his news reports. And she realized…he never forced her to compete. He never forced her to practice. He just paid for the lessons.

She just felt those expectations. Her father never actually said them.

She figured out during her year abroad in college that he expresses his care through working. Providing. Making money so that she can live comfortably and continue her passion.

She had always been grateful for everything he does, but once she framed it as his way of showing love to her, she started emailing him with her college stories more often.

He replied to every single one.

And he asked that she send him recordings of all of her compositions, no matter how short it was. She wondered if he missed hearing her play, though he never specifically said that.

So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to her when he told her he wanted to attend her concert.

But it was really a huge surprise.

She fingers the silky fabric, heat coming to her eyes, a welling of emotion in her chest that she takes a deep breath through. In a few hours, she’ll be wearing this gown and bowing before an audience.

The number of people doesn’t matter to her. She would be happy with just an audience of her father.

“Hinata?” Two knocks on her ajar door interrupt her musings. “Your door’s open so I’m assuming--”

“Oh, yes!” She swipes her eyes quickly, gathering her tears away. “I’m ready to go.”

“Great!” Naruto pokes his head through the door, then widens it for her to step through. “We’re just going to one of our favorite cafes down the street.”

“Okay.”

She notices, again, his charming smile. Today, too, he’s grinning at her in a way that makes her lips pull up, makes her wonder what he’s always smiling about. She hopes he smiles like that later...when she gives him her thank you gift.

“How are you feeling for tonight?” he asks conversationally.

“Mmm…” She feels emotional. She feels readier than ever for a performance. “I feel good.”

“Yeah?”

“My father is coming tonight.”

“Oh, that’s great!”

She nods, agreeing with his words more than he could possibly realize.

She feels great.

Despite everything he’s come to learn about her over the course of the week, he’s surprised.

On stage, in front of an audience just for her, she’s relaxed, at ease, focused...a picture of elegance. Dressed in a figure-fitting midnight gown, she’s beyond stunning, like she was born to be on the stage in the spotlight.

Her form when she bows to the audience. Her poise at the piano as she plays. And then...her sound.

He heard her in the drama and on her website’s recordings. Her heard her during her warm-ups and the parts she played at the rehearsal.

It’s not the same.

It’s no mystery to him at all how she won so many competitions. How she got this opportunity through the drama. Yes, talent. Certainly, hard work. But it takes more than knowing the instrument to make it on your own.

A musician’s charisma, an energy and emotion amplified before an audience.

Her sound touches and stirs his imagination, to the point he can clearly remember the same impact the drama had in certain scenes. Or recall the stories she told him about the people she’s met and places she’s been to.

Even without the lighting he designed for tonight’s show, she would still be spectacular to see and listen to live.

He can see what every judge or observer noticed before him. This girl is going places. She’s in love with music, and music returns her love twice-fold.

Does she even have space for someone like him in her life?

She never much enjoyed speaking into a microphone, but after holding the entire audience captive for over an hour with her music, she doesn’t feel embarrassed. She gives her little speech more easily than she predicted to thank everyone for coming, Picture Tomorrow’s production team and staff who are in attendance, her piano instructor, her father.

It was one of the best performances she’s ever given.

It amazes her that the night is nearly over. She made it through without making a fool of herself.

And so many people helped her for a night like tonight. So she takes a stabilizing breath and continues, “Finally, thank you to the HKT team--” She extends an arm toward the booth in the house, then to her right, toward the workers off-stage, toward Naruto. “--for helping me put together this show for tonight. I have one last song, not listed on the program, that I composed this week to show my appreciation. It’s called… ‘At home in your smile.’”

She gives a bow, then returns to her seat.

She easily finds the smooth keys, like gentle water beneath her touch.

She smiles, as she always does when she thinks of him.

The notes translate from her fingers into the afternoon breeze kissing laughing cheeks, rich trees throwing sun-spotted shadows on historic streets, an irreplaceable warmth she’ll remember forever in the rhythms of a familiar downtown charm, golden, blue, and hopeful beats.

It’s his song.

Filling the darkest, tallest corners of the theater. Lively tones chasing each other playfully in a game of light, air, and saturated color. His sound glowing against each person’s skin, mind, and heart.

Now everyone can know just a fraction of what she’s seen and felt since meeting him. How she’s never met anyone so unguardedly cheerful. So at ease in himself and with others, as if he has all of himself to give, none of himself to hold back. He’s that one summer’s day so acute in youthful abandon--nothing could ever be so perfect, nothing will ever again be so perfect.

How he embodies a dream is one she could explore over and over again, let the music carry her through the complexities of his mind, let every chord delight in her contemplation.

It’s so easy for her soul to sing to him.

She’s written many songs inspired by people she has met in passing, yet she’s never gifted these secret melodies in the transitions of her life.

But for once it only felt right that he know.

And when the curtains are drawn, the lingering applause finally dies, and the murmurings of the audience rise and fall away, she knows that now is the time to tell him.

She nears the wings, and he starts clapping again, his refreshing smile wide and sincere, welcoming her. “That was great, Hinata! Really amazing!! More incredible than the rehearsal, and that last song! Wow! I can’t believe you made that in a week!”

“Thank you--” Her breath catches for a second, her sudden hesitation inexplicable.

A voice comes over his headset, his expression turning to business immediately as he answers.

The curtains of the wings on the opposite side are pulling up, and men are already starting to push the piano off-stage.

She quickly realizes that he’s still working.

He’s busy.

And whatever she was planning on saying, whatever it was she wanted to say, doesn’t have a place right now.

She can feel the adrenaline of the show swiftly beginning to drain from her body, embarrassment shifting into the place where confidence once stood.

What was it she wanted to say, anyway?

And what response was she hoping for from him?

She doesn’t even know him that well!

He just knows a lot about her, she shared so much about herself because he asked so many questions during their meeting, and did that all go to her head? The connection she feels with him must be one-sided...to him...she’s just another performer he’s working with…

She heads toward the doors to backstage, hoping to make a quick escape from her near-mistake.

“Hinata! Wait!”

She pauses, one hand on the door.

“The strike will be really fast.” He gestures behind him, where the main curtains are pulling up, revealing an empty house and a bare stage. “We only have to take the lights down, and uh. I have something to give you after, so before you leave, well, even if we’re not done yet, can you come back?”

She blinks at him. Something to give me? Flowers? A card? Or just something she accidentally forgot on a previous day?

“You can just call out at me if I don’t notice right away,” he adds, an uncertain look beginning to pinch on his face. “It won’t take long if..uh..your dad’s waiting for you?...”

She nods quickly, hoping to ease his misgivings. “I’ll come back. And my father will meet me at home.”

His smile is a lot smaller than his usual, his jaw working like he’s processing a secret, then turns around to help the rest of the crew.

She hurries back to her dressing room. And as she changes her clothes, she can’t help feeling a slight constriction in her chest, a slight sickness in her gut.

But it’s not unpleasant.

It’s too giddy.

She doesn’t want to hope for anything. She doesn’t want to lead herself on. It might really be nothing. Or even if it is flowers, maybe he does that for all the performers. Maybe it’s a HKT tradition among the crew to gift the performer a little something.

She gathers her things, trying to steady the race of her heart.

She opens her door--

He’s standing right there, leaning against the wall.

Her heart spasms with surprise.

“Sorry, did I scare you?” He straightens.

She’s panting from the shock.

“Sorry,” he says again, but he looks like he wants to laugh.

He’s holding a bouquet of bright orange roses.

She blinks at it, trying to compose herself. Could that be for her? But maybe it’s not for her, it could be for someone else--who else would it be for, though? It must be for her... “...Are you guys done already?”

“Oh, no, but, it’s okay.” He lifts up the bouquet. “This is for you.”

She stares for a second before taking it. This is really for me? Well, of course it is. “Wow,” she breathes. “Thank you.”

He’s standing there, still, just smiling.

She doesn’t know what to say. She can only smile back. “...Orange roses.”

“Haha, yeah,” he laughs, his eyes drifting away as if he’s embarrassed by a memory. “I know it’s weird, maybe I should’ve just gone with the red? I would’ve gotten pink, but there weren’t any, but with the red roses, I didn’t want to come off as...yeah.” He abruptly stops himself there, suddenly staring straight at her. “...Would you--”

“Oh no I--” She realizes she spoke at the same time as him.

He shakes his head, biting his lips. “Go on.”

“Ah, sorry.” She doesn’t want to make this any more awkward, so she continues, “I just wanted to tell you that I love them. I’ve never gotten orange roses before. They’re beautiful.”

He smiles, significantly happier than before.

“And…” She takes a deep breath. She can’t believe she’s about to tell him this, but he really deserves to know. “You know that last song I played tonight?”

He nods.

“It was inspired by you,” she murmurs, only just loud enough for him to hear.

She watches his face morph--his blue eyes widen, his pleased smile shift into confusion. “Uhh, that last song not on the program?”

She nods.

“You wrote it about me?” He points to his chest as if he needs to make sure.

She nods again, nerves making her bounce on her toes a bit. “I am really glad to have met you,” she starts, finding self-assurance in the truth of it. “I loved coming here and working with...with you and seeing your smile. Your smile brightens even the darkest theater.”

His jaw drops slightly, red visibly tinging his cheeks. His expression bursts into a grin, which he quickly covers with his hand, seemingly now self-conscious to show her the subject of her composition.

She really can’t help smiling just as goofily as him.

“Ahh!” he strongly exclaims, his arms falling wide open, hands stretched out before clenching tightly shut.

She jumps, only to quickly see that he’s still just as happy as before.

“Aw man, Hinata!"

The juxtaposition of his words and expressions confuse her, but she loves that about him, too. "...Naruto-kun?"

His grin softens. "Go on a date with me!” He gazes earnestly at her. “Will you go on a date with me?”

She nods, a blush of her own overtaking her cheeks. “Mhm, I'd like that.”

He sighs, as if letting go of a huge weight. “Great!” He’s smiling at her, wide, unguarded, pure. “That’s great.”

She nods. It really is. She’s already looking forward to it. More than he could possibly know.

“Monday. Lunch? Is that okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Can I call you?”

“Uh-huh,” she affirms again, still soaking in his smile, still helplessly smiling back.

“Can I walk you out?”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll call you to sort out details. I can’t wait for Monday,” he shamelessly adds.

“Me, too.”

He stops at the doorway to outside, gazing at her.

Before she can second-guess herself, she tiptoes, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for the roses. Thank you for everything.” She steps back, reveling in his awed silence, gratified by his look of bliss, and then reluctantly waves good-bye.

He stands at the entrance, watching her go, until she turns the corner and can’t see him anymore.

He’s sweet. The sweetest guy she’s ever met.

And already she can hear a new, bubbling melodic tune in her heart. Only the second one of many more she’s certain she’ll tenderly grow in her wonder of his everything, in her efforts to capture each shared moment more perfect than the last.

No matter how their date will end, she knows she’s found someone special.

He’s going to change her, irreparably, certainly.

But she thinks…

She wants to be that person. She’ll be more herself than ever before.

She really can’t wait.

#thank you shamy!#naruhina fanfic #music au #theatre au #modern au #piano au #shamylicious-blog #romance #fluff #thank you for reading!

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donutcryforme · 7 years

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tagged by: ♡ @choglwa ♡

rules: answer 30 questions about yourself then tag 20 people you want to get to know better. i don’t have 20 friends

nickname: Sam

gender: Female (she/her)

star sign: Gemini. i am cursed.

height: 5′ 3-3/4″

time: 5:10 PM (EST)

birthday: May 29, 1993

favourite bands: This is such a hard question! I listen to music all day long, especially when I’m commuting, so It changes day to day. But, I think the ones that stick with me through the years are mainly for nostalgia. My high school / punk rock days (Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the DIsco, and All Time Low). I still listen to Songs About Jane a lot but as a whole, Maroon 5 has really changed their sound and I’m not as big of a fan anymore. But you can NEVER go wrong with the Beatles. Holy grail. Always puts me in a good mood.

favourite solo artists: I also usually listen to music when I write, so it really depends on what characters I’m playing and what their mood music might be. - When I was playing Sean, I listened to a lot of Sad Boyz (Jeff Buckley, John Legend, Sam Smith), stuff he would listen to while high (Gorillaz, Drake) and artists who sang about dark themes (ex. Lana del Rey, The Weeknd, also because i fucking love him and his dark lyrics fuck me up Abel.) - For Sarah, it was a lot of Bea Miller and Alessia Cara--female artists who sing about rebellion and not giving a fuck. - Scott is a lot of male pop singers (Justin Timberlake, One Republic) and some white boy rap (feat. the best/funniest thing you will ever hear, aka what my friend’s friends recorded at school, ESPECIALLY “Get That Girl A Soda” and “Livin’ Like Larry”). - Jonah was more classic rock (The Rolling Stones), Adele (songs that will make my cry about his ship with Eve) and songs that vaguely alluded to religion without making me feel uncomfortable ("Devil’s Backbone,” “Take Me To Church,” etc.) - But for me? My holy trinity is probably Rihanna, Lady Gaga, and Beyoncé

song stuck in my head: the entire Newsies musical because we opened last week and it’s still so good

last movie watched: Scary Movie 2

last show watched: It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia

when did i create my blog: About a year ago. And yet, I still manage to only have about 30 pages hahah hmm...

what do i post: I try to keep it pretty clean so it’s mostly just 1x1′s. All of my inspo / edits / personal stuff goes on my muse blog.

last thing i googled: Usually it’s word definitions, art references, or for gif huns I’ve clicked on 10,000 times. Most recently it was “What year does It Follows take place” because we had a triple feature last night and we were all wondering. Pretty movie, aesthetically pleasing, not very scary (as it was pitched to us as “a scary movie.”) The group elected the turn it off halfway through, so I read the rest of the plot on Wikipedia lmao. I’ll watch it all the way through one day.

do you have any other blogs?: Muse blog! And various old rpg blogs that I should delete but I don’t.

do you get asks: No but I also don’t make calls for them. I don’t know what I would be asked in the first place. But I mean, if you have any questions, feel free haha.

why did you choose your url: Instead of don’t cry for me it’s donut cry for me. Get it? Get it? Ha.... Also because we were doing Evita at the time, and the title of the most-known song is Don’t Cry For Me Argentina.

following: 38, even though I only really see the same 5 people on my dash

followers: 39. Even though I only write with the same 5 3 people lmao

favourite colors: How dare you ask me that. I tend to wear lots of blues, gravitate towards cool-toned purples and teal, and have been told my “aura” is pink, so honestly who knows. But i love painting with earth tones <3

average hours of sleep: I always aim for 7-8 but it never happens. Uusally about 6, not bad.

lucky number: Once when I was 12, I won two stuffed animals from one of those claw machines at a Friendly’s on a Friday the 13th, so I like to go with 13 just to stick it to the man.

instrument: My vocal chords :^) (I can play Ode to Joy on the piano but i don’t think that counts lmao)

what am i wearing?: a t-shirt and sweatpants because the sky decided to open up as I was coming home and I was cold and wet

how many blankets do i sleep with?: In summer, one plus my sheets. In the winter, I tack an extra one on.

dream job: A scenic artist for film, TV, and theatre 8) I’m already doing it, but it’s my dream to be making more money while doing it lmao

dream trip: I’d love to do what my aunt and uncle did for their 25th anniversary and go to Sorrento (Italy), and then take day trips to the surrounding islands like Capri. But literally, I’ll go anywhere. I want to travel so bad

favourite food: Give me any kind of seafood, especially shellfish. But I also eat just about anything. Italian food, but no one can cook it like my mom. I’m also a huge fan of hibachi and sushi..

nationality: American, but I’m 3/4 Italian, and then 1/4 Polish and Russian by heritage.

favourite song now: don’t do this to me. My gut tells me to say Feel Good Inc but I have about one thousand favorite songs so it’s not even fair

Tagging @justalostindie @deconstrux @wastedsxns and anyone else who wants to do it!

#thanks for tagging me em!#i know i owe replies but i'm about to head out to get thai with a friend before ~*GaLaCtIc BoWlinG*~#they're literally texts #why didnt i do them now instead of this questionnaire #besides the 20 billion i always owe kate but she has accepted her constant disappointment in me as the norm so it's too late to go back now #kate ily im so sorry lmao #( out of donuts )

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