Nakahama

A young scorpion sits on a towel under the rapidly dissappearing shade of an umbrella. Cross legged, eyes closed in contemplation. It would all look very serene and austere was he not in his swimming trunks, catching stares from beach-goers as he reflects on the last activity endorsed by the Governor.

Vulnerable, exposed, words that one wouldn't normally use in regards to Hinata. Yet here he was, open for attack.