Hinata Jacket Novels & Stories

Their gestures lifted my spirits, if only slightly. And then Nathan stood. From behind his chair, he retrieved a sleek package wrapped in dark leather. He walked over to me, standing almost too close, his piercing blue eyes softening as he held it out. "A leather jacket," he explained before I could ask. "Custom-made with protective features. Reinforced against most silver-based attacks. I remember you mentioning once how you hated wearing overly restrictive armor." I gingerly unwrapped the package and unfolded the jacket. It was perfect—sturdy yet lightweight, with little details that showed his attention to my preferences.

“You are late again, Yuki…” It was then Hikari noticed my presence. He turned his head with a jolt. “L-luna?” His upper body was bare, revealing all his intricately carved tattoos and muscles. I averted my eyes. He quickly untied his kimono jacket that was wrapped around his waist and draped it over his body. He tossed his Katana to Yuki. Yuki caught it in his mouth. He walked closer to me. I had never seen Hikari work out. But I think he was just a normal man who could sweat during workouts.

Nixon does the same as Seth, setting down a mat and laying on it, instead, throwing a thick pelt over himself as Tsuki's wife did. Tsuki looks over to the woman laying down behind him, "Her name is Hinata." "Is she your woman?" Seth asks. "Yeah... she's my wife." "You meet in the military, was she disguised as a man?" Tsuki nods, "Yeah. You figured that much out already?" "Judging how she was also wearing a military uniform, I'd assume so." "You didn't even bother to guess if it was just some extra clothes she was forced to wear?" "No, it fits her too well."

The air seemed to crackle with tension, each step of Aiden's echoing a reminder of his elevated status. Isabella watched as everything slowed down to her. Aiden's appearance was a striking blend of elegance. He wore a fitted black jacket that clung perfectly to his athletic frame, tailored precisely to magnify his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The jacket was sleek and spotless, with deep red linens running along either side, a designing but deliberate touch of color that hinted at a more dangerous allure. The red trim seemed to pulse against the black fabric, a quiet but bold statement that mirrored Aiden's own presence–controlled yet impossible to ignore.