Hinata loved bedtime.
She loved taking a nice, warm bath; her footsteps making a pattering sound as she travelled down the hallways, the house asleep. She loved the silence and quiet, when there was no more yelling, no more pressure, no more stress.
But as much as she loved bedtime, Hinata could never actually sleep. She never really understood it, but still, just lying there underneath her warm covers, she felt... incomplete.
So she would escape. In the dead of night, she would leave through her window, as silent as a shadow.
She never knew where she was going until she got there. A clearing in the shadow thrown forest, lit up by th