Hinata knew quite a lot of dangerous people. As she and her classmates grew in to themselves and learned the true limits of their abilities it came as no surprise to her when most of them discovered soulmates with red meters on their wrists. If they wanted to, her friends could take the world by storm.

She considered them friends because they didn 't want to.

Watching the flash of blonde hair darting to and fro across the village below her, Hinata smiled and brought her hands forward to trace one wrist with the opposite fingers. Once she had thought that Naruto must surely be her soulmate. Who else could be meant for her meter with such a deep shade of red? After a childhood spent chasing, yearning, it was a relief to finally discover the truth, to put down the weight of expectations and face what she had always known deep down: she had never really wanted it to be him. All she had ever wanted was a friend.