Dear Itachi,
I am so sorry I haven't been keeping my promise.
He'd written several of them; dozens of novel length memoirs of the highest and lowest points of his life, or short little bursts of his thoughts in the moment. He'd wanted to update his brother on things in his life that he was missing, spending countless hours poring over notes, letters, and novellas he'd never send; not bothering to agonize over sentence structure and similes the way a good writer should. He supposed he should have the decency to send some of them since the mutual correspondence he shared with his brother had abruptly halted in previous years. He missed him like a product that was pulled from the market. That's what Itachi was. Discontinued. But it was different now, and Sasuke had entered a crucial stage, full of the most complex uncertainties that the beginning of adult life had to offer, and he was doing it all alone.
"Is anyone sitting here?" Sasuke's internal fog dissolved as a scraggly, gruff voice called to him. He stirred slightly at the sudden interruption of his thoughts.
"Hmm? Oh no, it's open," he mused, dropping his head to balance on the back of his hand again. Although he was fully aware that his wrist would be uncomfortably stiff if he remained in that position, he stayed at his usual stillness, peering over his glasses to get a glimpse of the voice.
"Thanks, man. I had the hardest time finding this class. You'd think I'd have this campus figured out by now." Sasuke closed the book he was reading and shifted slightly to see the owner of the scraggly voice better, careful to leave his head attached to his hand to keep up his disinterested persona.
"Mhm," Sasuke said softly, attempting to end the one-sided conversation with another diminutive answer. He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and took a sip of his coffee. He hadn't recognized the blonde from anywhere. He definitely would've remembered the distinct markings on his cheeks, which reminded him of the foxes he used to see as a child when he went exploring with his brother. The boy had an expressive shape to his bright, azure eyes, which Sasuke likened to the homework folder he had purchased that morning. The friendly stranger had impossibly long lashes that swept against his cheeks every time he blinked. His hair was longer than Sasuke's; nearly long enough for a small ponytail but not quite, with a few longer pieces in the front that enhanced the sharpness of his jaw and cheekbones.
"I'm Naruto, by the way," his lips curved into a tenacious grin, and his eyes had narrowed in a determined fashion, as if he was zeroing in on his classmate. "Naruto Uzumaki." Sasuke knew by now that "Naruto" wasn't picking up his leave me the fuck alone social queues, so he decided to entertain him with a personal introduction out of a mild curiosity.
"I'm Sasuke Uchiha. You're very outgoing," He mused, still refusing to meet his gaze directly. Naruto chuckled softly, running a nervous hand through his hair, which held its spiky position.
"I try to be," he smiled more sincerely this time, and Sasuke felt a small smile creep up on him, which he gave into with closed eyes and a bowed head. "So, what's your major, Sasuke?"
"Please, Naruto. It's the first day of class. You're going to hear that in a few minutes anyways." Sasuke rolled his eyes, lifting his head from his cramping arm, which began its familiar round of pins and needles.
"Aw, c'mon." Naruto shifted in his seat to face Sasuke head on, his relaxed smile yet to leave his appearance.
"English." Sasuke sighed, exaggerating the bored undertones to try to give Naruto the message that he wanted to just be left alone already. He'd already humored him by introducing himself.
"Cool, me too. What do you wanna do with that?" Relentless! Sasuke shifted his position to match Naruto's, faced him head on, and fixated on his cheek markings. Naruto timidly lifted a hand to his right cheek, covering the marks with a dejected look.
"I was born with them," he said, averting his eyes from Sasuke's scrutiny.
"Author," Sasuke replied curtly, turning his body back to face the front of the lecture hall, where the professor had just entered. Sasuke felt Naruto shifting uncomfortably in his seat, suddenly becoming acutely interested in the eraser on top of his mechanical pencil.
Naruto's sudden transference into a withdrawn, unspecified classmate suited Sasuke just fine. He wasn't on the hunt for new friends, and judging by Naruto's Nike sports bag, Sasuke could infer that he was just another dumb frat boy. But Sasuke's vapid analysis of his minute-long interaction with Naruto left little explanation for why he was in an advanced literature class, if he truly was the dumb jock that the writer assumed he was.
The class seemed to drag on longer than usual, with Sasuke dejectedly introducing himself to his fellow students as an aspiring author. He revealed that he had spent 2 years studying with the intent to be a doctor before realizing his "true passion for literature" or some other generic bullshit along those lines. At Naruto's turn, he lifted his head, expressing a slight fear as his name was called. His eyes appeared to dull even further as he stood, explaining that he was a local, and that he was studying English to eventually become a high school teacher and "make a difference" in underprivileged children's lives, which reeked of the same overused, feel-good bullshit that Sasuke's joke of an introduction had. However, Sasuke had a feeling that the aspiring teacher's reasoning wasn't contrived, and he, in-fact, truly resolved to be a teacher in order to "make a difference". He snorted, watching Naruto's hands tremble as he finished up introducing himself before sitting down again as the class pretended to direct their attention to the next student.
"You okay?" Sasuke teased further. Naruto's absent gaze darted to meet Sasuke's inky composure. A small smirk caught at the corner of his mouth as he watched Naruto clasp his hands together in defense.
"Mhm," Naruto whispered, seemingly unfazed by Sasuke's obvious enjoyment as he ran a shaky hand through his hair. "I hate public speaking," he explained. Sasuke turned his head to face the front of the class, bringing a finger to his lips and smiling softly. Sasuke was somewhat confused by Naruto, whom he deemed somewhat enigmatic. He had seemed so at ease talking to him, introducing himself to an obviously uninterested stranger and carrying on with fortitude for as long as the situation allowed. Was is some sort of guise? A fake-it-till-you-make-it approach to gaining a bit of confidence in social situations? Sasuke couldn't be sure. Maybe he would draw on his extensive psych 101 knowledge to understand his strange classmate a bit better.
"So…what happened to the confidence you had while introducing yourself?" Sasuke whispered, clicking the top of his pen repeatedly. "I mean it was obvious I wasn't interested, but you kept talking. And then you clam up in front of the class? I mean, what gives?" He brought the top of the pen to his parted lips, continuing his teasing drawl ceaselessly.
"I told you man, I hate public speaking. But if I'm gonna be honest, you just kinda stuck out from everyone else in the class. Not many people read in-between classes instead of being on their phone, ya know?" He gestured to Sasuke's abandoned copy of Sense and Sensibility. He took a sip from his water bottle, which made a loud hissing noise that made Sasuke uncomfortable when a few of the surrounding students whipped their heads around to see the source of the obnoxious sound.
"This is literally a literature class." Sasuke rolled his eyes, pushing his chair back and crossing his legs.
"Huh. I guess you're right," Naruto scratched the back of his neck. "Isn't that a chick book, though?"
"Your point?"
"Hn." Naruto smirked at him. "So…reading and writing is your thing…but do you play any sports?"
"Tennis, mostly. But I dropped that when I fucked up my ankle. It hurts way too bad to run on now." Sasuke felt himself warming up to the blonde. His disheveled voice was somewhat endearing, and Sasuke enjoyed talking about himself when given the chance.
"Tennis?"
"First you make fun of my taste in books, and now I'm not sporty enough for you? Damn, Naruto. You're not really winning any brownie points here. I've known you…" he checked his empty wrist. "An hour? And you've already insulted me how many times now?" Sasuke's eyes rolled, and he offered Naruto a rare smile.
"Aw, c'mon. You gotta lighten up Sasuke," Naruto played along. "But TBH that book is girly!"
"Oh my god, Naruto. Did you really just say 'TBH'?" Sasuke snorted loudly, attempting to stifle a bubbling fit of laughter. Naruto covered his face to stop himself from laughing loudly, peeking through to watch Sasuke's face light up.
"It was more for your benefit than mine," He smiled again.
"More importantly, what've you got against Sense and Sensibility? And anyways, girls love this shit." Sasuke leaned back in his chair, defogging his glasses on his sweater.
"Well, I haven't exactly read it…but you do have the 'sensitive guy' thing down pat. How many dates do you have lined up this week?" Naruto teased, leaning in closer as he whispered his taunt.
"Ha ha. I haven't been on a date in ages." Sasuke uncrossed his legs.
"Ahhhh, I see. You're one of those 'no one understands me' types that sleeps around because they 'forgot how to feel'," Naruto joked, emphasizing his words with exaggerated air-quotes.
"Tch. Quit exposing me." Sasuke made a dramatic face, slightly unnerved by his classmates alarmingly precise intuition. "And isn't it a little early in the friendship to be talking about my sex life?" He shook his hair to the side, picking up his coffee and finishing up the last few sips.
"AHA! So we're friends!" Naruto smiled lightly.
"Have the assignment ready for next class. I'll see you all on Thursday," Their professor dismissed them, turning to collect his things. "I'll be in my office till 5 if you have any questions."
"Shit. What was the assignment?" Naruto asked Sasuke nervously, watching him shove his things into his satchel.
"Relax." Sasuke sighed. "It'll be online. Partner and group shit doesn't start till next week. Anyways," Sasuke slung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his empty Starbucks cup. "I'll see ya next class, Uzumaki."
"Wait, Sasuke." Naruto called to him as he turned to leave.
"Hmm? Sasuke mused, sticking his earphones in and picking a song on his phone.
"Will you be my partner for the future group assignments?" Naruto managed to get his words out without any nervous stuttering, although he couldn't control the rate at which his hands shook.
"There's that confidence again," Sasuke smirked. "Hmm…" He brought a questioning finger to his lips as if he was debating it.
"Aw, c'mon. We could do lunch. I'll probably need your help with studying for this class anyways. Do you like sushi?"
"Alright, Nart, I'll get sushi with you sometime. And I guess I can help you with your homework too," Sasuke slid his phone open and responded to a missed text.
"Nart? Oh god, that sounds awful." Sasuke caught his eyes with his, releasing the warmest laugh he'd felt in ages.
"You dislike it? I'll be sure to never call you anything else then. Maybe I should've made you beg for it a bit more. I am, like you said before, a sensitive guy. I've already got all these books down pat. My extensive knowledge of classic literature is pretty valuable." Sasuke smirked, readjusting his glasses again.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll take your verbal abuse in exchange for friendship." Naruto rolled his eyes, matching Sasuke's smirk.
"Ah, so we've graduated from classmates to project partners to friends all in the span of an hour?"
"God, I sure do hope so," Naruto dramatically batted his eyelashes and brought his hands to his cheeks before turning to grab his bag.
"But under one condition." Sasuke breathed. Naruto stood up from the desk and slung his bag over his shoulder, sliding one headphone on.
"Hmm?"
"You can't fall in love with me." Sasuke stared directly at him, eyes unwavering in their certainty. Naruto's heart leapt into to his throat. What could he mean by that? Could he tell? Did he think he was hitting on him?
Sasuke laughed after an eternity of internal panic.
"Holy shit, Naruto. It's from A Walk to Remember. If we're gonna hang out, you're gonna have to lighten up a bit."
"Okay, I'll admit you got me for a second. You really are sensitive, Sask," He teased, zipping up his laptop case. Sasuke's lips twitched in amusement at his nickname. It'd been awhile since anyone called him that, and something about hearing it in Naruto's scraggly voice was comforting.
"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. I'm a writer. I'm a romantic. A panty dropping expert. You couldn't tell by my sparkling ebony eyes and skinny jeans?" Sasuke adjusted his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose.
"Well, maybe I'm giving you too much credit. Maybe a girl made you watch it and this whole "sensitive guy" thing is an act."
"I'll have you know I only cried for 20 minutes after I watched The Notebook ," Sasuke joked. Naruto lifted his hands in mock apology.
"Well, I stand corrected. You're so charming, Mr. Uchiha. As soon as I saw your sparkling coal eyes I knew I had to get lunch with you."
"Ebony, douchebag," Sasuke snorted.
"Dammit."
"So…do you have practice tonight?" He gestured to the Nike bag Naruto had slung over his shoulder.
"Mhm. I'm on the basketball team," Naruto continued to gather his things. "You should hang with me and the guys sometime. You drink?"
"Occasionally," Sasuke winked, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"There's a party next Friday if you wanna come. It's at Braxton Hall."
"God, I should've known you were in a frat. I haven't been to a frat party since freshman year," Sasuke's shoulders dropped as he looked at the ceiling incredulously.
"It'll be fun, I promise. I'll introduce you to some people."
"Alright, alright. Let me give you my number," Sasuke pulled the pen from behind his ear and scrawled his number on the first page in Naruto's unused notebook. Naruto watched on nervously as Sasuke finished up his messy sideways scrawl. "I'll see ya Wednesday." He waved over his shoulder as he made his way to the top exit, and Naruto lifted a hand in farewell.
Perhaps he had misread Naruto slightly. Sure, he was a bit dim, that much was obvious. But Sasuke couldn't quite figure out why their conversation continued to replay in his mind over and over for the rest of the evening; in between shampoos, on his way to the convenience store for more Tylenol, in line for his third Starbucks of the day.
There was something effortless about it. When he spoke to me, it was as if the pressures that had been weighing him down were suddenly lifted. He was somewhat awkward, but in an endearing way. I admired that he took initiative and invited me to hang out with him first. In fact, I think it's the reason I decided to hang out with him. It was certainly unnerving to receive an invitation to see each other outside of class after only one day, but I think that's what was so enticing about it. It's funny, I never really pictured myself making plans with a sporty type- or attending a frat party after aged 18 rather- But he was able to keep up with me, which is the most important thing. Perhaps I'll find that we have more in common as time goes on. If anything, I can just avoid him if things go sour.
He finished his journal entry, staring at the inked page for a moment before he heard a familiar, gentle "ping" and reached over to his side table where his phone was plugged in.
FROM: Hinatitty
Off work early. Drinks?
He closed his journal and returned it to its home on the shelf above his bed, wondering if he was up for company that evening. It was a weekday, but he'd wanted to fill his best friend in on the kid in his lit class that he couldn't get out of his mind.
TO: Hinatitty
Im not rlly feeling like going out 2nite. U can swing by. We can order a movie.
He slowly typed out a response, internally debating a bit longer before hitting send.
FROM: Hinatitty
I'll be over in 30 :)
Sasuke contemplated whether or not he was in the mood to see people, but as he ran a comb through his hair and changed shirts, he felt a bit more open to the idea. She arrived a few minutes later than planned, greeting him with a cheek kiss as she dropped her bag and shoes at the front door.
"Hey, Sasuke." She batted her dramatic false lashes at him before making her way to the fridge to help herself to a beer.
"How was your first day of class, Hinata?" She turned to face him, grabbing a beer for him as well.
"Kind of mundane if you ask me. I'm ready to get out of this shithole town already." She handed it to him, and moved past him to sink down into cheap living room sofa. Not without me, he wanted to say. "My dad is still all over my ass trying to get me to talk about mom, and I'm just over it." She took several long sips of her drink.
"Has she tried to contact you?" He walked over to the living room to join her. She sunk down into the love seat and he dropped down next to her. He sipped his beer slowly, watching his best friends' eyes and hands animate as she talked about her family.
"Not since last week. I'm just like, kind of upset with her, 'cause it was kind of like she blind-sided us. I guess she's too busy planning her wedding." Hinata rolled her eyes, brushing her bangs out of her face and taking a deep breath. "Dad still has his ring on, and I keep begging him to just throw the damn thing away," she took another swig. "Or like sell it, and he just won't. I just feel like he thinks she's gonna come back, and I know she's not gonna. She made her decision." She stared into her drink, the dim, yellow lights of the kitchen reflecting on her bottle and bouncing off of her pale eyes. "And I'm just like, this is pathetic. It's been what? 3 years?" She turned to face him. Sasuke nodded, taking another sip of his drink. They sat in silence for a bit; Sasuke watching her intently as she tapped away on her phone.
"Sorry, Kiba's just wondering where I am," she muttered without looking up.
"You didn't tell him you were coming over?" Sasuke tilted his head, setting his beer down.
"Nah, 'cause it was last minute. He was gonna meet us at Earl's. Ah. Ok, sorry, I'm done," she placed her phone screen-down on the coffee table and finished off her drink.
"Oh, oops. My bad."
"Don't worry about it. I'm probably gonna head over to his place after this anyways. Shino is out of town for his cousin's wedding so we'll have the place to ourselves."
"Speaking of weddings…" Sasuke teased.
"Ha ha." Hinata barked a humorless laugh. "If marriage is the reason my dad's all fucked up, well… no thanks. Plus if I even mentioned it to Kiba he'd probably freak." She let her eyes glaze over as she pondered it, bringing her index finger to her lip and allowing herself a small smile.
"I don't think it's wrong that he misses her…" Sasuke's voice trailed off, and his thoughts cast over to his family. He thought of his brooding father, whom he hadn't spoken to in nearly a year, and his mood soured significantly. Hinata studied his face, watching him slowly sip his drink and mindlessly scroll through his phone.
"My dad? I know that." She huffed, dropping her chin down on the back of her hand, resting her elbow on her knee. "But I don't know what to do. My mom can't take me in right now obviously, and I can't stand to be near my dad."
"Then you'll take the extra room," Sasuke leaned forward and gestured towards the guest room down the hall.
"Shut up," Hinata lightly punched his arm, taking another sip of her drink.
"Hinata, I'm serious. If you want the room you're welcome to it. I was going to offer it to you sometime anyways. You're here often enough."
"Sasuke, I can't impose like that…not to mention Kiba would literally murder me."
"Hinata." Sasuke set his beer down and scooted closer to her. "It wouldn't be an imposition. You were saving up for your own place, right? I was looking for a roommate anyways. The rent is getting hard to pay alone, especially since I won't be working at the bookstore for much longer. And I don't care if Kiba sleeps over all the time as long as he doesn't leave his shit everywhere." Sasuke smirked, brushing a strand of hair behind his best friend's' ear as her eyes welled up in tears.
"Do you mean it, Sask?" she looked directly into his eyes, peering at her face reflected in the inky pools. Sasuke smirked again and nodded, amused that he'd made her tear up.
"God, I love you!" She giggled happily, wiping her tears with the back of her hand and tackling him in a hug.
"You're just lucky I guess," he looked up at her; her blue hair falling down around him and tickling his cheeks. His hands had unwrapped from around her and settled on holding her hips as she straddled him. She watched his eyes glaze over, and his mind disconnected from her as he thought again of the boy in his literature class. Hinata smiled knowingly and leaned back, allowing Sasuke to get back up. He picked up his beer again and drained the last of it.
It was another one of those movie-esque moments where he was certain his mind wasn't cooperating with his heart. It was his best friend, who had a boyfriend, and yet his heart snuck in a few extra beats whenever he was with her.
"I'm dying to know about the girl you're thinking about right now." Sasuke snorted in surprise mid-sip, feeling the beer go up into his nose. Evidently, his poker face had long since faded away as he watched the curve of his friend's chest rise and fall as she laughed.
"God, Sasuke, you must really like her," Hinata joked, giggling at Sasuke's sputtering. She set down her beer and padded over to the kitchen to grab a couple of napkins off of the marble counter. She returned and handed some to him, taking one and wiping at the drops that had hit the strands of his bangs.
"Ugh, god." Sasuke groaned, blowing his nose into some of the napkins. She continued to tenderly pat away the beer that had scattered across his face. She took her thumb and swiped under his eye to catch the drops that had fallen off of his lashes. They locked eyes for a moment, with Hinata shaking her head slightly with a soft smile and Sasuke struggling to breathe, but not from the beer.
"Now that your seizure is over, I demand details," she prodded, reaching for her beer and finishing it off. He cast the moments weakness aside, fearing acknowledgement would lead to acceptance.
"How do you know it's a girl?" Sasuke lowered his eyebrows, teasing his best friend as her eyes lit up.
"Oh my god! You're finally interested in a guy again? I thought that-" he cut her off.
"Don't be so hasty. I never said I was into him. I'm just kind of intrigued is all."
"What does he look like? What's his name? Where is he from?" She asked animatedly.
"Hinata."
"Ok sorry. But seriously."
"Well, his name is Naruto…we have advanced lit together," Sasuke began.
"Wait, oh my god. Naruto Uzumaki? Short, blonde, weird markings on his cheeks?" Hinata drew imaginary lines on her face.
"Yeah, actually. Do you know him?" Sasuke felt his glasses slide down his nose a bit.
"He was in my youth group at church. His mom-" Her phone buzzed rapidly. "Ugh, sorry it's probably Kiba. You mind?" Sasuke shook his head, and she brought the phone up to her ear.
"Hey hon, I can't really talk right now…Ya, I'm with Sasuke…we're just chatting at his place…mhm…no I can't tonight I have work in the morning…alright, love ya…bye." She clicked her phone off and set it back down on the table. "Sorry. He's so jealous of you it's hilarious."
"I really, truly, cannot imagine why," Sasuke muttered darkly, finishing his drink. He wasn't particularly fond of Kiba, mostly from the countless times Hinata showed up on his doorstep with black tears running down her cheeks and a broken heart on her sleeve.
"I'm sure it'll only get worse once were roomies," Hinata giggled, swishing her hair over her shoulder and leaning forward. "But he'll come around," Sasuke's eyes moved to the curve of her chest again, watching her shirt slip lower to reveal more cleavage. He shifted his thoughts to an awful zombie movie that he watched last week to stave off the growing excitement that was pressing against his jeans. She shifted her position to criss-cross applesauce and turned so that she was facing him. Why did she have to wear such low cut tops? He set down his beer and turned to face her, crossing his legs to hide his embarrassment.
"So, what were we talking about?" She paused. "Oh yeah, Naruto. So yeah, we were in youth group together and his mom would always make us cookies and shit. She was there for me when my parents started fighting really bad. She was great." She dropped her head to rest on her hand, reaching into her cleavage to pull out the silver cross she wore with utmost devotion.
"Was?" Sasuke attempted to hide the desperate curiosity that was leaking into his inflection.
"Mhm. I haven't really seen him or his fam in a few years. His dad passed away a few years ago, and they stopped coming to church." Sasuke nodded quietly, watching Hinata toy with her necklace for a bit more before returning it to its home between her breasts.
"God, that's awful…" Sasuke's voice trailed off and he swiped a thumb across his lips in contemplation.
"He never really talked about it. I dunno if he's into men though, Sask."
"I'm not into him!" Sasuke threw his hands up exasperatedly.
"Just as well. I blew him at one of our camp retreat thingies and he came so fast. He probably wouldn't be able to keep up with you."
"Damn, Hinata. You were a freak in high school," Sasuke's heart sunk a little at her words.
"Uh huh, sure. Well, when you finesse him into dating you, you'll have to invite him to double with me and Kiba. I'd love to catch up with him. God…it's been like…5 years?"
"Ha…we'll see about that. So, how's the novel coming?" Sasuke changed the subject, shifting uncomfortably. His mind had begun to play a scenario that involved both Hinata and Naruto, and he was starting to have a hard time controlling himself.
"Hmm…I'm not really sure to be honest. My dad keeps begging to help edit but I'd literally rather die."
"I understand how you feel, but wouldn't it be somewhat beneficial? He's won all those awards, so he must be doing something right." Sasuke nearly whispered with how softly he tried to suggest the forbidden subject.
"I've considered it, from a purely professional point. But I know it'd do more harm than good. Besides, it's something I want to do on my own. I don't want publishers to see 'Hyuuga' in the credits and just hand me a deal 'cause of it. I've gotta prove I don't need him."
"I know the feeling…"
They sat in a comfortable silence for a while. The rhythmic tapping of Hinata's manicured nails on her phone relaxed Sasuke, and he leaned back into the couch and closed his eyes, now thinking of how much he missed his brother. His excitement faded, and his rigid demeanor was able to relax around her once more.
"Are you okay?" She suddenly asked. Sasuke's body jolted, nearly asleep when Hinata called to him. He was careful to keep his eyes on her face only as she spoke.
"Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine. What time is it?" He rubbed his eyes.
"It's only been like 20 minutes." she yawned slightly. "Sask, you look really tired. Let's hang this weekend, ok? I'll have Kiba help me move in next week or so. You should get some rest." She stood up from the couch and walked to the front door. Sasuke slowly trailed behind, continuing to rub his eyes. "Dream of Naruto," she winked.
"Shut the fuck up, Hinatitty," he rolled his eyes, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket.
"That's me!" she smiled, grabbing her chest playfully. "Text me if you need anything," she turned around and leaned in for a hug. Sasuke held her tightly, dropping his hands down to her hips and his face into her shoulder.
"Sasuke?" Her arms linked tighter round his neck, and she ran her fingers through his hair. They stood like that for a while, with Hinata's breathing slowed to match his.
"I miss you," Sasuke muttered into her shoulder, wiling away his excitement again. He desperately hoped she couldn't feel him wanting her so badly.
"I'm right here…" Hinata whispered, rubbing the nape of his neck softly. He released her, grabbing her hand and giving it a small squeeze before opening the door for her. "You'll probably get sick of me once I move in."
"Yeah, cause I've totally gotten sick of you before," Sasuke joked. "Kiba's waiting," He smiled softly, dropping her hand. "I'll walk you to your car."
"I'll be fine. Just watch me till I get in." Sasuke nodded, and Hinata bit her lip as if she had more to say. With a muttered goodbye, she slipped her bag over her shoulder and walked out to her car. Sasuke watched her intently, the faint smell of her designer perfume lingering on the front of his shirt.