On his monitor, he sees an image of a rather attractive girl. Her long, blue-black hair is pushed to her right side away from the camera, exposing her smooth, pale column of a neck. Her generous features are nicely accentuated with the flattering cut of her white sundress, and her luminous lavender eyes contrast remarkably with the bangs framing her face. Her cheeks are dusted with a light shade of pink and her lips curl up to a shy smile.
He hasn't even met her in real life yet and he's already entranced.
"She's pretty cute, eh Gaara?! I told you this is a pretty good idea!"
Before, he thought his siblings were being idiots (or more so than usual) when they sat him down to talk about his relationship status—or lack thereof. For a moment, he internally panicked that there was a major crisis afoot, like they were running low on rent, or Temari finally agreed to marry that lazy pineapple head after he gathered the effort to do so and would leave him with Kankuro—he thanked every deity he knew when she said no (there was no way in hell that he and his older brother would survive on their own food-wise, even if Temari wasn't that good of a cook)—or worse, they found out he bought some Girl Scout cookies on a whim and didn't tell the two of them before he devoured the entire box of Caramel deLites himself.
But no, they were concerned that their little brother was never going to get laid—or was possibly gay. Kankuro even started the conversation with "I support every decision you make, so it's cool if you like—" and he didn't get to finish before Gaara threw a butter knife an inch away from his head and it embedded itself to the kitchen wall. He stayed quiet after that.
Temari cleared her throat to regain control at the table, and her younger brothers turned their attention to her, one curious and the other a bit shaken from almost being blinded. Holding a stern gaze, she stated the true matter at hand, "Gaara, we respect your solitude every now and again, but we worry for you. You're 23 years old, and you still live with us and barely leave your room for anything other than food and work. I know you have friends from college and all, but rarely do you hang out with them."
"Basically, it's quite depressing and we think a lady friend might help a little." The red head turned to his brother, whose composure returned, and seeing the serious glint in his eyes he realized how sincere his siblings were being. There was no joking around this time, they were genuinely worried about his well-being. And it's not like he could argue against them; what they were saying was true. He admitted he can be bit of a loner, since that was nature, but taking in his siblings' words, he knew that it was about time to try a little to change that. Scratching his head and sighing in resignation, he slightly nodded his head in acceptance and awaited what plan they devised to combat his single-ness.
He flat out refused.
"There's no way I'm posting my personal information up there for some stranger to read, and then arrange a date with a possible serial killer/rapist that's posing as a single girl. Or worse, the girl's some deranged nutjob that starts naming our six children the second we sit down for coffee and will never leave me alone. It's not happening." It took a lot of coaxing to even reconsider the idea, but then Temari pulled out an empty box of cookies and threatened that he would either sign up on the damn website or there would be hell to pay for not only buying the Girl Scout cookies without telling her, but also for eating her favorite snack and not offering. Gaara knew he was beat when Kankuro faced him and mouthed "You're fucking screwed," and hung his head in defeat.
Temari triumphantly created his profile on ShipMe ("What kind of website name is that?" He clamped his mouth shut when the blonde waved the purple box in front of his face.).
Now, as he sits in front of the desktop and ponders how soft the girl's lips would be, Gaara thinks this wouldn't be so bad.
"So her name is Hinata. 'Sunny place,' huh? That's a cute name; her last name isn't posted, but her eyes scream Hyuuga, right?" Now that sounds familiar...
"Hey look, she's the same age as you, so that works out. Hmm, hobbies... Gardening, cooking—dude, homemade meals from a looker like her? Score!" Temari roughly elbows her brother's side, calling him a pig as she evaluates the potential girlfriend. Scanning the page, she realizes that the screen couldn't fully include her job description.
"Hey scroll down a little, I can't see her job." He complies. "Wait, what does it say?!"
"It's—"
"That's enough for today! Remember, each of you will be doing a performance test tomorrow, so be prepared. I will come in early so anyone that wants to arrive for some extra time may feel free to do so. If there are no more questions, then class is dismissed!"
A chorus of "Hai, Sensei," resounds the spacious room, and the students gather towards the entrance, where they will put on their regular shoes and leave. Hinata watches with amusement as some of the boys jostle each other around in good fun on their way outside, and the girls giggling to themselves over something one of the boys did. Even though they act quite childishly, they are all progressing well in their studies and she can't feel any more proud of them. Their speedy learning pace is taking its toll on Hinata, though, because she has to keep coming up with some new lessons, thus lessening her time to socialize or even sleep.
It's quite depressing, according to her friends and family.
'Still,' she muses as she locks the building's entrance and walks to her nearby apartment building. 'They didn't have to go and make me a dating site account...' The blunette drops her keys in the adjacent bowl after opening the door. Sliding out of her flats, she glances at the laptop perched innocuously on her coffee table.
Thinking back on it, she should've known that Hanabi would have been up to no good when she asked for her laptop password. The younger sister dropped by for a short visit since that day her college courses were done in the morning, but it was ill-timed since Hinata was in the middle of running her class. In the middle of assisting one of her students, she got a call from Hanabi, announcing her presence in her apartment and whining about how bored she was. To assuage her ennui, Hinata offered her laptop as a source of entertainment and recited her password without a second thought—her pupil looked a bit impatient in the middle of her chat, and she hated to keep him waiting. What she didn't know when she got back, however, was that Hanabi's poorly timed visit was actually planned by her and Hinata's friends Sakura and Ino to sign her up on the upcoming popular dating website, ShipMe. When she saw a picture of her from the family reunion a month or so ago on her screen, as well as a younger sibling with widened eyes as if she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar, Hinata severely interrogated her (a.k.a. stared her down with puppy-dog eyes until she cracked) to get her to spill Mission: Get Hinata Laid.
She gave the devious trio the cold shoulder for almost two weeks; on the 14th day, said trio were lying in wait for Hinata in her apartment and then ambushed the blunette with a barrage of apologies. They explained how worry they and her other friends were for her happiness since they rarely hear from her and work has been especially punishing. They all agreed that she would benefit greatly in a romantic relationship and knowing that she would never go out and mingle without fainting, they believed a dating site was the best way to go.
Hinata's a bit touched that her friends were so worried, although a tiny bit miffed that all of this was done behind her back. She let it go. 5 days has passed since that incident, and nary a message from ShipMe was sent to notify any interested bachelors. Based on that, Hinata thought that maybe she really didn't have much to worry about.
Today marks the 6th day of silence.
*PING*
She hears the electronic sound in the process of making a small dinner, and pokes her head out of the kitchen out of curiosity. There's a message box in front of her profile, a little icon of a heart beating with "You have a message!" written in a fancy script. Next to the message is a picture of the sender, a rather handsome red head with a stern jade-eyed gaze. She drops the salt shaker in flabbergast.
Never mind—today marks the first day of a budding relationship.
... I've never asked for this!
I just wanted a cute little one-shot because I was bored and wanted to write something unrelated to the other stories. Now I created another monster! Bah!
Yeah, this will probably be two chapters, three max. I randomly searched some prompts and came across a dating site one, and thought "What the hell! This will be short and funsies!"
It was not short. Now I have all of these ideas popping out of nowhere, begging to be shared amongst the interweb world!
I'm sorry. Lo siento. Gomen nasai. Please spare my life.
On the run,
—The Doctor (Ooh, I quite like the new features like the pairing one and the image manager. So exciting!)