A/N: Here's something I came up with because I'm bored. I hope you enjoy reading this.
Please note that I do not own Naruto.
Sasuke stared up at the ceiling, feeling more aggravated than ever. All lights were out as the sound of thunder and the flash of lightning and the tapping noise of rain continued on outside. This has to be the worst St. Whites Day ever. And to top it all off, Sasuke decided to get into a stupid fight with Hinata.
He felt like wanting to punch a wall, scream out in aggravation, get up from the floor and walk out the door to talk to her—but the thing is, Sasuke doesn't remember what they were fighting about. He must have been that mad. The only thing he could remember was telling her fine and walking out of the woods, leaving her there.
Was she still there?
Did she even bother walking home after the fight?
Was Sasuke that bad of a boyfriend?
Sasuke sat up, running his hand roughly through his midnight locks. He had to go after her. He had to make sure she was alright—if not at home. Getting off the ground, Sasuke hastily walked towards his bedroom and into his closet. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a black shirt, he quickly put them on, almost falling when he couldn't get one leg in the pant leg of his jeans. Grabbing his black sweat shirt, he slipped on his shoes and made his way towards the door. Pulling the front door open, Sasuke froze in place.
In front of him was Hinata. She wore the same yellow sun dress, but shoeless. From the hard, pouring rain, the dress stuck close to her; drops of rain fell from the tip of her lavender hair. She was soaking wet and shivering.
"What are you doing here?" he whispered.
"I-I wanted t-to say I'm s-sorry," she said quietly through chattered teeth.
"Sorry for what?" What reason did she have to be sorry for? Why the hell is she sorry?
"I-I don't k-k-know."
Sasuke let out an amused laugh, feeling more pissed than ever. "You really are stupid, you know that?"
Hinata looked down. "I-I'm sorry."
"Stop saying sorry!"
Hinata flinched. "I-I'm—"
Sasuke grabbed her wrist, pulling her into him as he wrapped his arms around her. She felt cold and wet. Her body was shaking as Sasuke hugged her tighter, trying so hard to keep her warm.
"You're so stupid for coming all the way over here," he whispered from the crook of her neck.
"I'm sorry," she said into his shoulder as he felt her trembling hands clutch on to his wet shirt.
Sasuke took a step back, putting his sweat shirt over Hinata as she slipped her arms through the sleeves. Sasuke noticed that her lips looked a little blue and that her hair stuck to her face. She was going to be sick the next day. Without her consent, Sasuke decided that she was staying with him for the night.
Cupping her cheeks in his hands, Sasuke brought his lips to hers, feeling her cold lips against his warm ones. Sasuke couldn't help but smile when he felt her kiss back, but a bit harder.
A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.