Ino turned away and pretended to put some order in her closet until Hinata was fully dressed up.
Rain wasn't over yet. Worse, it had increased, and wind made the water to crash hard against the windows. Because of that, Inoichi had closed the flower shop for the day and went back to his nap after telling his daughter she should keep her friend from going home until the weather got better. That was how Hinata ended up sat down on Ino's bed, drinking tea with an expression of ashamed gratitude on her face while Ino sorted out what had just happened.
Of course she'd seen naked girls before, but they had never make her feel the same Hinata did (a heat that began on the face and went below and below and below...), did they? Or was just that she wasn't paying attention? Ino scratched her nose with a finger, thinking about it, but stopped when she recognized the nose-scratching thing to be too Shikamaru-ish.
All of a sudden, her mind, on its own, projected the image —imprinted on Ino's brain, whether for good or for evil— of Hinata's crotch covered only by a thin cotton layer. In that very moment, Ino was really thankful she wasn't a boy, or even shy Hinata wo...