...ust that—" she got closer. "Can I touch it?" she asked before she could help it.
When Ino touched Hinata's hair, she felt something moving inside her stomach. She cleared her throat before speaking. "It's soft, thick, and seems strong," she said. "It's nice now, but it would look beautiful long."
"Do you really think so?"
Ino nodded. "If you want to, I could give you some advice to help you to take care of it."
Hinata smiled. "I'd love that."
The thing in Ino's stomach moved again. "I'd love it too."
Hinata reached her hair again. "My mother had it long," she whispered. "She was very beautiful. I don't look like her at all..."
"Perhaps you don't," said Ino. "But you're still very cute."
Hinata blushed again. Ino felt she did the same. But at least she hadn't lied, she tried to tell herself.
"Um, by the way," said the blonde after an awkward silence, "do you still want those flowers?"
Hinata nodded slowly and then followed Ino to the flower shop's back store, where the best flowers were kept.
Two hours later, the rain ceased, and Hinata could go back home holding a special selection of flowers. She ran away, despite claiming her father wouldn't scold her for the delay.