Naruto: Starting By Saving Mikoto

Later that night, after her conversation with Mikoto, Pakura found herself restless and unable to sleep. The weight of her feelings was too much to bear, and despite Mikoto's reassurance, she knew she needed to talk to Hiro herself. 

She needed to hear his thoughts, to know where they stood, especially since Hiro had no idea about the conversation that had taken place.

Gathering her courage, she slipped out of her room and made her way to where she knew Hiro would be—a quiet spot just outside the house.

As she approached, she saw him standing under the moonlight, his back to her, lost in thought. For a moment, she hesitated, but then she steeled herself and called out softly, "Hiro?"

Hiro turned at the sound of her voice. "Pakura," he said, his voice gentle. "What brings you out here?"

Pakura took a deep breath, stepping closer until she was standing just a few feet away from him. "I needed to talk to you," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "About… about something that's been on my mind."

Hiro's eyes searched hers, curiosity mingling in his gaze. He nodded, gesturing for her to continue.

Pakura looked down, her heart pounding in her chest. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen," she said quietly. 

"I tried to push these feelings away, but they just wouldn't go. I didn't want to cause trouble between you and Mikoto. I thought… I thought it would be better if I just kept it to myself."

Hiro's expression softened, and he stepped closer to her. "Pakura, you're not causing any trouble. What's been bothering you?"

Pakura hesitated, biting her lip as she gathered her thoughts. She looked up at Hiro, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions. 

"I've… I've developed feelings for you, Hiro," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. 

"I know it's wrong because you're with Mikoto, but I can't help how I feel. I tried to ignore it, but it's only gotten stronger."

Hiro's eyes widened slightly at her confession, but he didn't interrupt her. He let her speak, sensing how difficult this was for her.

"I've been so confused," Pakura continued, her voice trembling. "I care about Mikoto so much as a friend as a sister, and I didn't want to hurt her. But every time I see you, I just… I can't help it. I want to be close to you, even though I know it's wrong."

Hiro took a deep breath inside his mind he was already very happy!!. 

"Pakura," he began slowly, "it's not wrong to feel something. We can't control our hearts, and there's no shame in that. But why didn't you come to me sooner? Why did you think you had to keep this all inside?"

Pakura shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. "I didn't want to burden you. I thought… I thought you'd hate me for it. And I didn't want to ruin what you have with Mikoto."

Hiro reached out, gently taking her hands in his.

"Pakura, listen to me," he said, his voice firm but kind. "You're not a burden, and I could never hate you."

Pakura looked up at him, her heart aching. "But what about Mikoto? I don't want to come between you two."

Hiro smiled softly, squeezing her hands. "Mikoto and I… we're strong enough to handle anything that comes our way. But you should know. We've talked about this, about what might happen if feelings developed between us and someone else. And we're open to it, as long as everyone involved is honest and willing."

Pakura's eyes widened in surprise. "You… you've talked about this?"

Hiro nodded. "Yes. We both know that the bonds we form are important, and we don't want anyone to feel left out or unloved. 

We're willing to share our lives with those we care about, and that includes you, if that's what you want."

Pakura felt a wave of relief wash over her, but also a flicker of doubt. "But… are you sure? I don't want to make things complicated."

Hiro chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. 

"Life is already complicated, Pakura. What matters is that we face it together, with honesty and understanding. 

If you want to be with us With me, then there's nothing complicated about that. It's just us, figuring things out as we go."

She wrapped her arms around Hiro, holding him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. 

Hiro's grip tightened on Pakura's hand, the warmth of his touch seeping into her skin. 

He looked at her with an intensity that made her heart race, his eyes dark with a hunger she hadn't seen before. Before she could process what was happening, he pulled her closer, his other hand moving to the back of her neck. 

The touch was firm but gentle, guiding her towards him as his gaze locked onto hers.

Without warning, Hiro leaned in, capturing her lips with a sudden, searing kiss. Pakura's eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat. 

The kiss was nothing like she had imagined—there was no hesitation, no gentleness. It was possessive, demanding, as if Hiro was claiming her in that moment. 

His lips moved against hers with a fierce urgency, each movement precise and deliberate, as though he had been holding back for far too long.

Pakura's initial shock quickly gave way to defiance. She wasn't someone who was easily dominated, not in battle and certainly not in this. 

Her hands moved to his chest, intending to push him away, but the firm grip he had on her neck held her in place. 

She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the sheer strength in his hold making it clear that he wasn't going to let her go.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she opened her mouth, meeting his aggression with her own. Her tongue darted out, colliding with his in a battle for dominance. 

Hiro didn't back down—he pressed forward, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with an intensity that left her breathless. 

Every stroke, every movement was designed to overpower, to make her submit, but Pakura wasn't about to give in easily.

She responded with equal fervor, her tongue tangling with his as she fought for control. The kiss was fierce, almost brutal, as they clashed, neither willing to surrender. 

She could taste the faint hint of something sweet on his lips, a stark contrast to the raw, primal energy that radiated from him. 

His hand tightened in her hair, tilting her head back slightly to deepen the kiss, the motion sending a shiver down her spine.