Love Lessons

Summary: Is it possible for a shy, quiet girl such as Hyuuga Hinata to become attractive and irresistible with the help of a certain Uchiha? "Will you be my coach?" Hinata asked, glancing up. Sasuke sighed. "Only if you keep this promise: never fall in love with me or you can forget me coaching you in finding love." Based on the Japanese High School Debut Movie. Highschool fic. AU. Rated T.

A/N: I am still working on my other story Resurrection but at the same time, I will be doing this fanfic in honour of the Japanese film "High School Debut Movie" because it is too kawaii! I think the story line is completely adaptable to make into a fanfiction! Enjoy!

Note: This story will be set in an English High School because I am from the UK. :) High school is Year 7 to Year 11 (equivalent to Grade 7 to Grade 11). Sixth Form/College is Year 12 to 13.

Disclaimer: I write as I hobby and do not get paid for post stories free on FF. I do not own High School Debut, directed by Tsutomu Hanabusa or the manga of the same name by Kawahara Kazune. Nor do I own Naruto belonging to Masashi Kishimoto. I only own unrecognisable parts of the plot and OCs.

Chapter One

Written by 10ShizukaYuukiMistress10

Hypothesis

For three years, I have always kept my head down. I've never worn makeup to school, I've always worn a strictly pristine school uniform, I've never drawn unnecessary attention to myself and most importantly, I have never been a subject of interest to any male.

I used to wonder:

Maybe it's my mid-length hair?

… Or maybe my waist is too wide?

Maybe I'm not pretty enough?

… Or maybe I'm incapable of falling in love?

It was only after a while that I realised I needed someone to coach me. Like in a game of tennis, you need a teacher to show you where you're going wrong and how to improve. Maybe that's what finding love is like. You need someone to tell you… what it is you're doing wrong…

"Is there something wrong, Hinata? You look sad... You're only fifteen yet your face is going on thirty!"

Hanabi, Hinata's older sister by three years, smiled at her and pulled the sides of her mouth downwards. Hinata looked up at her from the doorway steps miserably.

"You look like this, frownface!" Hanabi teased, slapping Hinata's shoulder and making the face again.

Hinata shook her head. She allowed herself to be pulled in through the front door by Hanabi and waited for her older sister to close the door behind them.

Click.

Hinata felt a shove in her back and was prompted into the living room. Their house wasn't supreme. The living room was adjoined to the kitchen. The carpet was red, lustrous and comforting. Their father didn't believe in extravagant luxuries even though he could more than afford them. And their mother… well, where she currently was prohibited her from being able to enjoy luxuries.

Hinata all but collapsed onto the plush sofa in the living room.

"I'll tell you why I'm so depressed…" Hinata began.

Hanabi straightened attentively as she sat down opposite her younger sister. "Spill."

"Well, you know how I said I would try to get a boyfriend today? It didn't work. When I went out into town and hung around all the flirting hotspots you mentioned to me… it didn't work. No one approached me and absolutely nothing happened. I don't understand… how does dating work?"

"It… didn't work?" Hanabi looked confused.

It was a wonder that they were both related. Hanabi had long brown hair, glowing in the mid-afternoon sunlight. Her piercing chestnut brown eyes made every boy she looked at avert their gaze embarrassedly. And her fashion sense was astounding. Hanabi looked angelic in all the leather jackets she owned.

"So… no one chatted you up?" Hanabi repeated. "At all?"

Hinata looked down at her knees, pushed closely together because it was a nervous habit of hers. She was wearing a simple outfit: a dress, tights and a long cream travel coat. And a scarf because of the cold weather.

Hinata took a deep breath and forced herself to meet Hanabi's incredulous gaze.

"Well… there was one guy."

Hanabi all but perched on the edge of her seat, she was leaning forward so far.

"What happened?"

Hinata looked down again.

"He ran away."

Hanabi abruptly straightened.

"He ran away? Why?"

Hinata smiled.

"I have no idea. I'm just kidding."

"Not funny! Anyway, I know there was someone. You're starting to look flustered."

"Not true!" Hinata argued, but she bit her lip nervously. Hanabi was right. There was somebody who did approach her…

… the cold was getting to her and she had already been standing there for two hours straight. So much for a flirting hotspot… the only flirting happening around here was between her goosebumpy skin and the biting weather. Hinata uncrossed her arms and started to dart along the street.

One last time… I'll go to the other flirting hotspot one last time and then I'm done!

Hinata made her way towards the public park determinedly. Before she reached it, however, she tripped on her own two feet and lurched to the ground pitifully.

"Ow!" Hinata protested quietly, drawing in her bag which had slipped out of her grasp during the fall towards her. There was something wrong with her left foot. It was unusually chilly and had gone so numb that she could barely feel it…

"My shoe!" Hinata gasped upon realisation, gaping at her bare left foot and then at her surroundings franticly. "Where has it gone…?"

"You dropped this." Someone stated. Then, seeming to lament, "More like… it flew."

Hinata looked up slowly, resigning herself to the fact that whoever this was had already seen her fumbling around the ground for her things pathetically, and if they wanted to laugh at her she would bare the mortification of it.

She did not prepare herself, however, for the strikingly solemn face and stoic raven-black eyes of the stranger. In fact, he looked oddly familiar… Hinata tried not to let her breath hitch in her throat.

He held out her shoe.

Hinata gingerly accepted it back and got up slowly.

He returned his hand to his side and turned away, almost boredly.

"What do I do now?" Hinata inaudibly mumbled to herself, under her breath.

"What?" He asked, now looking back at her with some curiosity.

Hinata started. "Oh, did I say something?" She stammered, in an attempt to turn her fault against him. Maybe he would brush it aside….

"Yes." He confirmed, smiling slightly but not quite all the way.

Before Hinata could say anything else, another guy with spiky blonde hair, lively azure eyes and a contagious grin walked up to them.

He looked to and thro Hinata and the guy who had returned her shoe to her.

"Hey! Don't we all go to school together?" He questioned, looking directly at Hinata. She found her cheeks heating under the intense pressure of his gaze and nodded her head slightly.

The newcomer slung his arm around the dark-haired stranger's shoulder.

"This is my idiot friend Sa—"

"Say another word and I'll forget buying you the new Playstation 4 game you wanted." Warned the other boy.

Hinata looked at them and backed away slowly.

"Sorry to interrupt… but thanks for giving me back my shoe." She stammered quietly. Looking away, Hinata all but ran from them without waiting for their response…

"Anyway," Hanabi gushed dramatically, not noticing Hinata's silence as she put the side of her head to rest on her palm. "I guess there is only so much I can do for you. Boys have always flocked to me so I have never had to work hard in order to vie for their affections. I have no idea how to help you in the situation you're going through. You need a better coach."

Hinata looked up at her kin in astonishment. "What?"

"Why don't you find a coach who can teach you how to attract boys?" Hanabi suggested.

Hinata shook her head. "Like who?"

Hanabi smiled devilishly. "It's the same as playing tennis, right? If you don't have a good coach, you won't be good at it, right? You need a coach who can teach you things you never knew. So, it would be better if you found someone who knows how boys think."

Hinata nodded unsurely. "Even so, I have no idea who that should be."

"It should be a male. Number one. Number two…"

An image of the strikingly solemn and dark stranger Hinata had encountered in town that day lit up in her mind.

"… and finally, number ten: it has to be someone you can meet on a regular basis."

"To do what?"

"Have lessons, of course!"

"Lessons in love?"

Why can't I do this at school? It would be so much easier than having to resort to this…

"OK," Hinata agreed. "Starting tomorrow, I will get someone to coach me in finding love."

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