It was a blessing Hinata's teammates wanted to take her out for her birthday. While they were having celebratory drinks over her 24 years of life, Sakura was rushing around her apartment kitchen trying to make a successful birthday dinner and cake for her girlfriend of three years. For the past two years, the couple would go out to eat (and return to Sakura's place for some yummy birthday sex). This year, Sakura made it her life mission to make these meals as perfect as possible.

Now, Sakura wasn't the best cook out there, she was far from it. To ensure everything tasted amazing, she used the recipes from Hinata's cookbook. Surely the indigo-haired woman would know, but it was the thought that counted.

"Shoot!"

Right?

Sakura dropped the carton of strawberries on the counter and ran over to the stove.

"Oh no, no!"

She reached towards the back to turn off the stove. Now which knob was it again? Of course her stove doesn't have a label. Was it this one…? Ow! No, shoot, that turned on that one right here—why did she have her hand on it in the first place? Wait! It's that one! Yes! It was successfully turned off… but why is it still boiling? Wait a second she could just move the pot to another burner that wasn't on. Why hadn't she thought of that before? Maybe it could save it… Alas, no. The delicious red bean soup—Hinata's favorite dish—was ruined. All because Sakura had to pee.

Deep breath in, slow breath out, Sakura told herself. OK, so the soup was out. And so were the chocolate-dipped strawberries since said pre-chocolate strawberries were currently smashed on the ground. They would have been the topping on Hinata's birthday cake, only she burnt that fifteen minutes ago.

Everything will be OK. Sakura could go out and buy some food. Hinata would understand. She really, really, really hoped the Hyuuga would. Now where was her purse? Sakura knew the last time she had it was in the living roo—

The front door opened.

"I'm home."

Sometimes Sakura wish she wasn't dating Hinata. It would be easier to hide from someone who didn't possess the Byakugan.

"Sakura?" Where was she? She told Hinata she would be home all day. Did Tsunade call her in? Maybe she did get called in. There was no indication of anyone else here—what was that god-awful smell?

Against her nose's wishes, Hinata walked closer to the source, which seemed to be coming from the kitchen.

"H-hey."

Sakura was standing in the middle of a warzone.

"Food fight?"

"If you mean me versus the food," she nodded more than necessary, "Then yes." Sakura tried to lean her weight on her hand against the counter, but something on it made her slip. You know what? She was perfectly fine standing up straight. She just hoped Hinata wouldn't notice her blush. Why was she giggling?

"Was all this supposed to be for me?" She lightly kicked a strawberry. All Sakura did was shrug her shoulders and gestured around the room. Hinata took advantage of her open arms and wrapped her arms around Sakura's neck.

"It's a good thing that you didn't finish these." Hinata said as she nuzzled Sakura's neck.

"Huh?"

"I… kind of… ate with the boys."

"But I told you we were going to have dinner together!"

Hinata squeezed Sakura. "I know, but they had cinnamon buns!"

Author's Note: Damn you, cinnamon buns.