Author's Note - Hello and welcome! This is a one-shot(?) I wrote recently. I am publishing it in hopes of receiving constructive criticism, so feel free to leave your opinions in the review section or alert me via PM. The interaction between Sasuke and Hinata in Boruto: The Movie really sparked my interest. I tried not to make them OOC, but if you think they did turn out that way, let me know why!

Without further ado, here is a scenario in which my favorite introverts of the Naruto world are forced to bond over a parent-teacher meeting they reluctantly attend.

Parental Advisory

As a man who'd grown up with a prominent inferiority complex and spent most of his life in solitude, in moments like these Uchiha Sasuke understood just how greatly he relied on his wife.

His only existing palm was soaked in cold sweat and the blackness of his coat was not the most summer friendly of attires. Deafening screams of insolent children and chatter of parents alike were ringing in his refined ears and in no way could he suppress his unspoken anxiety. With Sakura's hand miles away to hold, he gripped onto the hilt of his sword, stormy eyes reading his own name at the long list of adults attending parents' day in the Academy which hung off the large board in the front yard. His knuckles went white as he fought the urge to lash out on the savage villagers who continued to step on him and carelessly brush past him.

'Just be nice', she said.

'Just be yourself.', she said.

The torrent of people followed the same current towards the entrance. Sasuke blended in as much as a man of his height and reputation could, but the fact that these pedestrians were comfortable around him enough not to fear touching him drove him nuts. He used to be the antagonists of scary bedtime stories mothers told their children before bedtime. Now they were skipping past him leisurely as if he were no dangerous than a broken lamp post.

At the door, he cast one last wistful glance over the shoulder towards his petite daughter whom he easily distinguished in the distance beating some poor child to a pulp on the playground. That little parental pride served as wind in the back for him to make the last step into the familiar Academy corridor.

It was a different building than the one he had attended school in when he was his daughter's age, but it was built as a replica to the original which had been ruined during Pain's attack years ago.

Warily checking the classroom numbers as he walked through the corridor, he noticed the one in which Sakura had spent a fair share of her late teens in, teaching medical techniques to genin. His wife had told Sarada about her days in Academy cabinet 19b, although she had failed to mention it had also served as a convenient make-out spot for the young couple at the time.

Oh yes, in moments like these, Sasuke really missed his wife.

He was then back to seething once he felt a strange woman's bosom brush against his back and it did not matter whether the act was accidental or deliberate. Making a sharp turn to the right, he found himself facing a janitor's closet which he swiftly entered. His plan was to wait inside and find the predetermined classroom number 47c in the last minute once the crowd cleared. In his early youth, young Uchiha Sasuke, the juvenile heart-throb, grew elaborately familiar with the Academy's good hiding places in case he ever had to find one in order to escape his fangirls.

But then, in the darkness of the cramped room which smelled like soap and disinfectant, he noticed a presence. Turning his head towards the figure curled opposite of him, he quirked his eyebrow.

"Hyuuga?" The nickname was somewhat too informal and impolite for the respected man Uchiha Sasuke came to be, but he had first adorned her with it years ago, and it somehow stuck. "Sasuke-kun?" Pale eyes stared up into its own. "What… What are you doing here?" She stuttered in shock of seeing him there of all places. "I have come to carry out my parental duty." He stated, feeling puzzled.

"In the janitor's closet..?" She blinked her doe eyes in the relative darkness of the room. It was funny how in spite of being a happily married woman and 27 years of age, she still behaved like a child at times.

Sasuke didn't ponder further as to why that description sounded so familiar.

He flinched at her comment."I sought a remote place to wait until these people spread out." Sasuke paused, releasing the hilt of his sword. "…in the janitor's closet." Hinata chuckled bashfully before nodding in understanding. Her solitude was very much explicable. Sasuke was aware that Naruto was attending a Kage summit concerning the transfer and exchange of medical herbs within the United Nations. It was the same summit which required his partner's presence by the Hokage's side in the Land of Grass.

Still, she was not explaining her reasons for crouching on the floor of a random disposal room instead of heading up to the classroom she'd been assigned to. "Isn't it slightly inappropriate for the First Lady of Konoha to be hiding in here like a little child?" He questioned.

The woman flushed, burying her face in her knees. "They all want to talk to me…" She confessed and Sasuke somehow felt for her painfully introverted nature. Glancing at the door knob, he deftly turned the lock. After hearing a clicking sound, Hinata saw the Uchiha face her before he took a step forward. Just as she was becoming increasingly intimidated by his towering over her, he lowered himself into a cross-legged position leaving a (considering the amount of space at disposal) generous distance of two feet in between them, respectively.

The man's trademark regal posture was still intact and Hinata couldn't help but notice that the contrast of the shady background and the mop hanging inches above his head, was oddly amusing. She allowed a small smile to creep up her features. Shifting in her seat and folding her knees beneath her, she tucked a stray lock of midnight blue behind her ear. Being positioned formally like this in front of a placid man reminded her of countless hours she had used to spend drinking tea with her cousin.

"Would you like to converse in the meanwhile, Uchiha-san?" Hinata inquired politely.

Sasuke had found her sudden change in posture unexpected, although the proposition was amusing. During the years long span of their unlikely acquaintance, never had Sasuke really found anything particularly wrong with his best friend's beloved, which relieved him. There was a pleasant tug at the corner of his lip. "That is a good idea."

With his confirmation, Hinata's hesitation melted. Sakura was her best friend and through both her and Naruto she knew more than enough about Uchiha Sasuke to consider him a close friend. In reality though, they rarely spoke past the formalities. "Is there a certain topic you'd fancy discussing?" Her formal manner of speech was a habit long forgotten ever since she had started dating her current husband. Even though in jest, Sasuke couldn't help but chuckle at the familiarity. The majority of high ranking Uchiha officials did the exact same thing in the past, as far as he could remember. As a child, he had found their vocabulary far too difficult to understand which eventually put a stop to his past eavesdropping habit.

Sasuke took a moment to take in her appearance through the dark. "What's up with your hair?" It was the first thing that crossed his mind. Hinata raised her eyebrows questioningly. She took a strand from her low ponytail and twirled it around her fingers protectively. "What's wrong with my hair?" She pondered defensively. Sasuke shook his head. "I've seen hundreds of Hyuuga in my lifetime and none of them had blue hair of all things." Hinata giggled at the genuine curiosity. "I am very much purely bred, my mother was a branch member. It's a maternally transmitted gene, only recognized in our lineage." She elaborated smartly.

Actually, the man hadn't expected a real answer but was pleasantly surprised. "That makes sense, although it's obviously leaving the clan for good." He started. "Himawari looks a lot like you… thankfully." The woman blushed. To a mother there was nothing more beautiful than her own child.

"She does. After Boruto, it only seems fair." Hinata giggled at her own remark.

"I like Himawari. She's nice yet clever and calculated. As far as your eldest ray of sunshine goes, I thought your genes would've been contrasting enough to Naruto's to avoid such a disaster from striking another generation of Konoha shinobi, but I guess I was wrong to aspire." Sasuke finished in a remorseful tone. Hinata picked up a disheveled roll of toilet paper from the floor beside her and began to rearrange it. She rightfully took the man's comment as no more than a jest. Better than anyone she knew how much he loved both her son and her husband.

"Naruto has a theory about that." She started, unconsciously beaming in recollection of her husband's antics. "He says that Boruto will start becoming more and more like me as he grows older." Sasuke listened and slowly nodded.

"If that does happen, then I might consider approving of my daughter's infatuation with him, although that is indefinite." He sighed. "Sasuke-kun, they're still kids, don't take it too seriously." Hinata tried to soothe him. She had heard that he wasn't dealing well with the notion of Sarada's following her son around. Truthfully, Hinata had thought it was cute the first time she noticed the little girl hiding behind a flower fence while she was taking her children to play in the park.

"You stalked that blowhard I call my brother too, and look where you ended up - nine years of marriage, two kids and counting." Sasuke frowned the face of truth and one flushed visage of Uzumaki Hinata. "C-Counting?"

"I have come to terms with this situation years ago. If she is anything like her mother, she will take this love to her grave and if Boruto's anything like his father, it'll take a ridiculously powerful genjutsu for him to realize it." He paused before firmly looking his companion firmly in the eye. "Still, I am working on carving a path for my daughter to lead her away from this unfortunate fate."

"How do you plan on doing that?" She asked, awkwardly putting away the neatly folded paper roll before curling her digits around the cloth of her pants. Eloquently, Sasuke pulled his sword into his lap, resting it there comfortably.

"I don't know..."

Hinata sweat-dropped at his embarrassed reply.

"I'm still hoping that Boruto has not acquired Naruto's preference for brunettes." He said seriously. "If such a scenario were to be avoided and he chose his romantic partners by your physical standards…" Sasuke smirked. "Then he'd have to go for Sai's kid." Hinata laughed at his peculiar sense of humor which appeared in sudden bursts of energy in midst of serious conversations. "Himawari already has called dibs on Inojin, I'm afraid.." She hummed.

"The blond fetish? Way to go, Hyuuga, narrowing her choice like that." Sasuke grinned lightly, tapping his fingers against the floor.

A pleasant silence lingered for a moment before Sasuke dared ask a rather intimate question. It was definitely straying too far from his comfort zone, but he was sure the woman wouldn't notice. Hyuuga Hinata was the closest thing to a female friend he had in the world (he was pathetic assuming that after a single shallow conversation, but Sasuke was in a crisis). He knew he could trust his friend's wife and even if she ended up telling Naruto about it, Sasuke would find a way to shut him up.

"How is it with Boruto?" His first attempt left her blinking inquisitively for a second before he reformulated the sentence, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "What I mean is… how do you like having a boy in the house?" He didn't need to say anything else, for Hinata had already softened considerably in awe.

"Sasuke-kun… Do you want to have another child?" Hinata asked and the Uchiha did something very out of character. He blushed in the dark, shifting for a curtain of raven hair to cover his face for a moment. "It's okay!" She raised her hand as if to stop his panic. When he faced her again and raised his chin slightly, she smiled.

"Well…" Hinata started. "I am very gentle by nature. I always dreaded conflict and was convinced that I would fail miserably raising a child without spoiling them." She chuckled. "Naruto wanted them so badly and so did I, frankly. I had my doubts, but when Boruto first came, in a split second it felt as if my entire perspective of the world had suddenly changed. I'm sure you must've experienced the same thing once Sarada was born. None of us ventured into the world with the knowledge of how to be the perfect parent." Their eyes never lost contact and she was content with the way Sasuke was listening to every word she said.

"I always knew I wanted to restore my clan, but fatherhood was never something I considered until Sarada came along. I never thought I had it in me to be an affectionate parent and give my child what she needed from me." He confessed, to which Hinata nodded.

"Don't think you're the only one. Raising a child with Naruto is another thing I knew would be difficult, in a way. He'd never had a family of his own and it was all very new to him. Every day I saw him struggle, fight his fears. He shed a lot of tears during that first year and I remember him coming down with a fever after doing so excessively after he first burped Boruto." She giggled in reminiscence.

"But as scary as it may seem at first, you come to realize that that child is also a part of you. Every second I took to fall in love with that man and he with me, escalated into that moment when a life was born. Boruto taught me how to be a good mother, if such a thing does exist. I ended up having a baby boy and he was the exact opposite of me, but I understand him the way I understand my husband. And as he grows older, I see him having the same insecurities as I used to when I was his age. It gives me joy being able to help him as his guardian and someone who's lived the life which awaits him. There's no way you can go wrong with that."

By the end of her monologue, Sasuke felt like his heartbeat was quickening. Yes, he missed his wife very much. "Do you think she wants to go through all of that again?" He asked, and Hinata knew very well what he was referring to.

"Sakura had a difficult pregnancy. I was fortunate enough not to, so I can't tell you what that feels like accurately. What I can tell you is that your wife and I are women of very similar moral codes and aspirations in life. We also have the same feelings about motherhood." She paused before blushing briefly. "It seems as if Naruto has already mentioned this to you, but… we're trying again." Hinata rubbed the flatness of her stomach. "Sakura wants the same things you do, but she's wary. She doesn't want to burden you or have you do things out of guilt. Feel free to talk to her about this. I'm sure my husband and I won't be the only ones hoping for a baby soon." She beamed at him and Sasuke exhaled shakily.

All of a sudden, a loud ring echoed through the hallway beyond the door Sasuke was leaning against and Hinata gasped. "We're late for the meeting!"

...

Aburame Shino had already begun his annual lecture for parents of 2rd grade students in Academy classroom number 47c when the bell rang, courtesy of his flawless punctuality. He also was not the only one to notice the lack of their boisterous Hokage and his pink haired friend, matriarch of the Uchiha. In fact, their usual seats at the back of the room remained empty but Shino did not address the vacancy. Others glanced at the back inquisitively from time to time, but once the meeting started, all eyes were on him.

He had begun to read out their names, collocating them with the ones of their children. He'd tick them on a clipboard in his hand supporting a few papers with dozens of names and then briefly look up to get a view of their mugs, preferably memorizing them.

"Uzumaki Naru-…" His voice grew thin as he noticed a different name in place of the blond father who liked to advocate for his boy. "Uzumaki Hinata?" Shino looked up in search of his best friend whom he knew bared an anxiety against such crowded places, especially if everybody there knew her and wanted to be on her good graces.

"P-Present." There she was in her husband's usual seat, accompanied by none other than Uchiha Sasuke. Her hair was in a low ponytail with strands framing her face and and clad in a violet blouse, as far as Shino could see. There was an uncomfortable flush on her cheeks and a heavier breathing rhythm patronizing her lungs - those changes were so slight nobody that in the room aside from him would have noticed. Few people in the world knew to read the body language of Hyuuga Hinata as well as her ex-teammate and dear friend.

Many people began to turn around to look at her, partially because she had never attended a parent-teacher meeting in her life before and partially because most had noticed that neither of Boruto's parents had initially arrived on time. The Uchiha's presence was as shocking as the question of how they managed to sneak in past a roomful of ninja and a few civilians.

Things somehow started to make sense for the Aburame in question. He sighed. They had definitely not been there five minutes ago. "Uchiha Sasuke?" Shino merely averted his eyes as the two children were well-known for following one another in the school book. The crippled ex-avenger, clad in grey and black with a lengthy rope of hair hiding his infamous sharrinegan, stared at him for a few seconds before uttering: "Present."

Meanwhile, as Shino continued his purging of the list, the pair in the back was slowly heaving in relief. After a few minutes as everybody's attention escaped them, the situation felt a lot less suffocating.

"Good job." Sasuke said so in a conveniently inaudible tone of voice as he settled his elbow on the desk, covering his mouth casually. Hinata eyed him in embarrassment before nodding. "Thank you." A smile tugged at her lip. Their eyes met. "I never suspected you were still as capable after all these years." He confessed.

Hinata deftly pulled her hair out of the white headband holding it back and tilted her head to the side so that her face could be hidden by the dark curtain, placing her chin to rest at the palm of her hand while she mirrored Sasuke's position. "It was a long time coming that Naruto was going to become Hokage. If you had asked me that twenty years ago, you would've seen I'd been just as convinced of that." She giggled in reminiscence before heaving a sigh. "I'm the mother of his children and he's been awfully busy for the past year ever since he took over Kakashi's position. It is my responsibility to protect them while he can't." She whispered.

Both as trained ninja and fellow extreme introverts, they could converse quietly without being heard while not being uncomfortable. Sasuke nodded as he made himself comfortable besides the timid woman.

"I agree with your views… I got a long and difficult mission to complete shortly after Sarada was born. The only pardon I received was a permission to visit her every once in awhile. It went on like that for a couple of years. I owe Sakura everything, not only for all she did for me in my youth, but for mostly single-handedly raising such a beautiful young girl I'm proud to call my daughter and for giving me the right to do so."

Sasuke paused as they both glanced at Shino who began his introduction before continuing, without turning to look at her again. Both their eyes were glued to the front and anybody gazing at the pair wouldn't have noticed they were having a conversation all the while with their mouths hidden from sight.

"She is a strong woman who can take care of herself just fine. But I want to to that for her. I've been back for three years now and every day I wonder what I have done to deserve her." Sasuke finished with a sentimental confession, one that he hadn't expected to ever make aloud. Hinata's eyes gleamed as they stared through the blackboard.

"Maybe it's not a matter of what you have done, but of what you will do in the future as well." The First Lady said softly, the Uchiha's side profile blurry in her peripheral vision as their shoulders brushed. "You already gave her three incredible things… Your existence motivated her to become the strong and beautiful woman you adore today. You gave her the gift of experiencing true love, as painful as it might've been. Then, you gave her the thing you both care for more than can be put into words. Your child."

The breeze which came in through the window (much like the two dark haired, responsible parents had earlier) carried the scent of freshly cut grass. Sasuke was suddenly enjoying himself. Hyuuga Hinata- scratch that, Uzumaki Hinata was a pleasant talk.

"We both got lucky in the end, didn't we?" Sasuke murmured. Indeed, he knew all about Hinata's lifelong pursuit of Naruto. He admired it and was genuinely happy for her achievement once the word reached him somewhere in the Land of Earth that the future Hokage and War hero, Uzumaki Naruto was meeting Hyuuga Hinata with interest.

"Hey…" he started again and Hinata glanced at him ponderously before her gaze fell onto the empty desk and the pale swirls of the smooth wood. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your wedding." Sasuke suddenly apologized. He'd done so nine years age to Naruto, sure. He'd even sent a gift basket later and taken his friend to have an alternative and belated bachelor's party at Ichiraku's.

Kiba had tried to drag Naruto and the gang to a strip club, but that only ended up with the blonde developing a mild form of PTSD and sprinting back home crying into Hinata's bosom till the end of the night, as far as Sasuke knew. Not that that wasn't lots of fun for both of the lovers, consequently, and a whole lot sexier than naked civilians dancing to awkward beats.

Oh, yes. Sasuke knew too much.

"There is no need to apologize." Hinata smiled against the pale skin of her knuckles. "It is much more precious to me that you are here now and a part of our children's lives. As far as the wedding is concerned, Naruto understood you couldn't make it." She reassured, quietly. Sasuke then chuckled. "I bet he forgot all about my sorry-ass by sundown."

Glancing at the Hyuuga, he saw her bury her reddening face in her hands for a moment before she muffled an embarrassed laugh. "I'd be worried if he didn't." With her sheepish remark, Sasuke couldn't help the chuckle which escaped him. It was a bit louder than he would've liked.

"Uzumaki, Uchiha." Shino's voice rang and their heads snapped up, alertly. Hinata's eyes widened at the roomful of people now staring at them. Sasuke didn't falter for a second but his palm was getting sweaty again. "Yes." Sasuke addressed the Aburame inquisitively. He couldn't have heard them, right?

"Please care to join me privately after class." Shino said. Class? Sasuke rubbed his throbbing temple.

The approximate thirty minutes which separated them from the much awaited for ring, the pair spent doing all sorts of fun and responsible parental activities which meant avoiding conversation. Hinata leisurely activated her bloodline and began revising the student diaries in Shino's desk, searching for Boruto's as well as studying his classmates'.

Sasuke had been pestered by his beloved too many times about abusing his kekkei-genkai in public to allow himself such a luxury, although burning holes into a random woman's back and seeing her fifth sense react to the tension proved itself to be equally as amusing while counting down minutes until shady bug-boy the Academy teacher would give him and the First Lady a scolding.

End Scene

AN: Tell me what you think! Should I continue the story? Maybe see what Sakura and Naruto are doing in the meanwhile? Thank you for reading this far if you did :)