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Naruto training with himawari and being proud of her

note: I attempted to combine this one with your other prompt of “Naruto having a deep conversation with Himawari”. please be aware of the fact that I stopped interacting with canon material after a failed attempt at watching the Boruto anime a few years back, so I wouldn’t say that I’m even ‘in’ this fandom still, but I hope you enjoy this lil somethin regardless. 🥰🥰

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“Either I’m out of shape or I’m far too old for this.” Even as he let himself fall backwards, his back smacking against the ground (and hard), he couldn’t help but laugh. The impact felt like nothing compared to the beating he’d just received.

From across the clearing he heard a snort and then a giggle.

“If you’re out of shape then we’re in trouble Hokage-sama.”

Closing his eyes he grinned wider as he heard her approach. The grass was sparse on the training grounds, but he managed to pluck a few blades out, before lifting his arm and letting the wind sweep them away.

It was a habit he’d never outgrown.

With an inhale and a sigh, Himawari approached, spinning and falling back beside him. The grace at which she moved was certainly all inherited from her mother. He’d watched his daughter knock teeth out with a delicacy he swore dancers didn’t even possess.

Though her fists were anything but gentle...

She was a frightening little thing. Always had been.

Letting his mind wander he felt himself suddenly overcome with emotion. Where had all the days gone? The time seemed to pass so quickly right under his nose. His two tiny children were nearly grown now.

Boruto was in the house as infrequently as he was, nearly seventeen now. And Himawari was fourteen. The same age that he was when he’d been traveling the world, training with Jiraiya.

It was hard to believe that so much time had passed them by in nearly a blink of an eye. It felt like just yesterday they were arguing over birthday cakes and stuffed toys.

Now, his babies weren’t babies anymore. And the whooping his teenage daughter just served him was a firm reminder of that. Boruto was more like he was; their fighting styles were more similar. Even with Sasuke’s influence permeating every other move, Naruto could hold his ground against his older child.

But Himawari was a force to be reckoned with. And she always had been.

Maybe he had his father-in-law to thank for that. Or maybe he owed it to Hinata and Hanabi. Himawari was certainly far more Hyuuga than she was Uzumaki. She had the natural talent with her byakugan and her training under her grandfather to prove it.

“You don’t need me to train you,” he laughed after a quiet handful of minutes. They’d each fully caught their breaths now and were basking in the glow of the late afternoon sun. “You could run laps around me, kiddo.”

“I do so need you,” he could hear her pout in her words as she spoke toward him. “I still have so much to learn.”

“Maybe, but you’ve certainly mastered the art of kicking your old man’s ass.”

“Taijutsu and ninjutsu are two different things though,” she whined, entirely. “I need to master more ninjutsu. I’m at a disadvantage. The Byakugan isn’t infallible, Dad.”

Dad. Even that single word was more evidence that she was growing up. Thinking back, he couldn’t even remember the last time she’d called him ‘Daddy’. It had at least been a couple of years.

He’d be a liar if he said he didn’t miss it.

Or if he claimed to not be bothered that his children didn’t hold his hand anymore, or rush up to greet him when he got home now…

When she muttered something quietly, Naruto struggled to hear.

“What was that?”

A pause. “Nothing.”

But Naruto knew his little girl. No matter how heavily she favored her mother, she was still her father’s child. And much like him, she was no good at masking her feelings; her face and voice were always a dead giveaway.

And she was suddenly very upset about something; no matter how thoroughly she was attempting to mask it, Naruto could see right through it.

“Himawari…”

“I wish you’d let me attend The Academy.”

Naruto turned his head toward her at that, squinting against the bright sun to see her lying beside him. Her eyes were closed, her long hair tied into a braid that lay in the dirt beside her. Her frown was pronounced against her soft features.

Naruto was suddenly confused. He’d been hesitant to allow his father and sister in law take over his youngest’s training, especially after she’d displayed such a promising career at such a young age. But eventually he relented.

Her sadness confused him, though. She was still advanced for her age. Hell, she’d be eligible for Jonin before her own brother, at this rate.

“If it’s a matter of training, we can certainly catch you up on anything you think you’re missing. Although I don’t think you’re lacking in any—”

“No, not because of training. I know I can hold my own. I know I have talent,” the more she spoke, the more frustrated Naruto could feel her growing. “I know I’m strong but—” she sat up abruptly, and when Naruto watched as she pressed her palms against her eyes, he sat up right along with her, alarmed.

“Hima—”

“I don’t have any friends, dad!” She cried finally, the words punctuated by a shudder. Dropping her arms she let them fall unceremoniously into her lap. “And I know I should be grateful. I should be thankful that I have you and Mom and Boruto and everyone. But,” she hiccuped, and Naruto swore he felt his heart begin to break, “Boruto has his Academy friends. Even you and Mom have your old friends and teammates from the Academy. I walk into a room for a mission and join in on people who have been learning and fighting with one another since they were six! It’s not the same.”

“Himawari, sweetheart, people love having you around,” he didn’t understand where this sudden, and unexpected, insecurity came from. The idea that it had been there all along suddenly terrified him. The fact that he allowed his baby girl to feel alone in any capacity was suddenly an unbearable thought for him…

“Just because I’m likable doesn’t mean I’m not lonely. I don’t want colleagues. I want friends.”

Naruto was quiet for a minute. He simply stared at her as she sniffled, quickly wiping the tears that pooled over and streaked through the dirt down her cheeks.

“I didn’t know you were so lonely,” he eventually muttered, scooting himself closer to her, throwing an arm around her shoulder. Naruto often felt like a fool, even now as an adult with more power than most. But this feeling of helplessness for his daughter was in an entirely separate realm. He hated it.

“I’m,” she sighed, as if frustrated by her own tears, “I’m not lonely. Not the way you’d think. I’m happy, Dad.” Leaning into his embrace she wrapped her skinny arms around him and Naruto nearly sighed out loud. “I just hate that I feel like I don’t have friends of my own. Friends my own age. Sure, Boruto’s friends are nice and have alway been kind to me. But those are his friends.”

“They aren’t that much older than you,” Naruto muttered, still at a loss for what to do to fix this. He was her father—he had to come up with a way to fix this.

“But they aren’t my friends.”

“They could be.” He half shrugged.

She made a frustrated noise. “You’re missing the point.”

“I can’t reverse time,” he spoke, feeling how that point made no difference in the reality he was facing now. “I can’t go back and enroll you. And honestly, I’m glad I didn’t.”

Himawari huffed, but she didn’t pull away. “Thanks. That helps.”

“Sounds like time-travel would help. But I can’t do that. And I wouldn’t want to. I think the Academy would’ve held you back.” He spoke honestly. “I think kids can be mean and cruel. I think you were a child who had immense talent, but you were also incredibly sensitive. Maybe it was selfish of your mother and I to want to shield you from all that… that shit,” he spoke and then shrugged, “but I don’t regret it. I’m glad I never got to watch you come home in tears because someone was mean. I’m happy that I never had to come in for a conference about bullies or fighting—and I’m not talking about the training kind.

“Maybe we were wrong. Maybe we should have sent you, like we did you brother. But Boruto needed a good kick in the ass. You never did. Maybe protecting you from the bullshit of school was foolish of us. Or,” he waved a hand in the air, making a face, “sexist, or whatever. But I would’ve been damned to willingly send you somewhere that was going to dull your light.”

She sniffled again, turning her face against his side more, and Naruto couldn’t help but wonder if his words—although painfully honest—weren’t just making things worse.

“I’ll be your friend,” he offered, awkwardly. “Yeah, I’m old. And sure, you could run circles around my butt until these old bones can’t move anymore. But hey!” He poked her in the ribs, just like he used to, grinning when he felt her laugh against him. “I’m still fun, right?”

“I guess.” Naruto could hear the grin in her voice.

“Did any of that help? Or am I the worst dad ever?”

She laughed again, tightening her arms around her sweaty, old man. “You’re not the worst. You’re the best.”

It was Naruto’s turn to scoff. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“I will, and I did.” She poked him back, and Naruto nearly jumped a foot in the air. “I love you, Daddy.”

Smiling, he pressed a kiss against the crown of her head. “Love you, too.” After a long, warm moment, he pulled back, forcing her to look up at him. He wasn’t a teenage girl, but he could certainly try to be as much of a friend to his daughter as he could. “Wanna go get manicures?”

Her laughter, filling the air and echoing through the surrounding trees was enough to make him feel like maybe, despite his mistakes and shortcomings as a father over the years, he at least knew how to do something right.

#naruto #himawari #my writing #Naruto fanfiction #naruhina #I mean nowadays isn't anything about this family technically naruhina #love that for us

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