His eyes were flat, bored, and uncaring. He would stare and stare, some might call it creepy.
He knew that she knew that he was looking. That he was usually always watching.
He knew that she knew he was creepy. Although he didn't care. He didn't care at all, because she was utterly fascinating. The way she moved was curious, she was graceful and sure of herself.
Her eyes, he knew of that pain and that knowledge that she held about losing a loved one. He knew that she knew of the cruelities of the world, the same kind of burden that he has been under.
And that utterly confused him. How could she know, how could she feel that, and yet she still continues on with that smile? He would try to get close to her, through his friend Naruto of course, and he could feel her eyes on him so he would try to make contact, only having her furrow her brows at him and look away with her lips pursed to the side. Would it kill her to say hi to him? Give him a cute little smile as she did with everyone else? What about even just make eye contact with him?
Sasuke was about to be driven crazy by Hinata.
And he knew,
That she knew,
Exactly what she was doing to him.