A/N Well, this is my second chapter. I majorly edited this, and added alot of things to make the story better. I am really happy because within an hour of me posting this story, College Quirks, about 2-3 people put me on story alert! I feel so honored! Thank you very much! Ok, back to the story. Fo those of you who are forgetful, I will again explain that Hinata does NOT change her name upon entering the Tokyo Academy for the Arts. 1. Becasue it would make the story confusing and 2. Hinata is also a boys name! Surprising, no? ok, I hope you enjoy, and a new character has entered the scene, though he is not named yet. You'll be able to guess.

Disclaimer Once again, I do not own Naruto or anything affiliated with it.

Hyuuga Hinata stood in front of the largest building she had ever seen. It was snow white, and the lawn surrounding it was such a brilliant green color, any good artist would love to have sat and stared at it for a while. Milling about the magnificent emerald lawns were…hundreds of college men. Hinata felt herself impulsively shrink back, remembering her high school life and the boys that had plagued her.

Kami, if this was anything like high school was, her life was going to be miserable; she probably wouldn't be able to talk to anyone because of her major stuttering issues. At least there weren't any annoyingly fake girls about….oh, spoken to soon. Hinata sighed, and looked across the school ground where tons of pretty and presumably popular high school girls stood around a group of people, flirting. And, as far away as Hinata was from the large group, she could tell they were particularly interested in a very tall, black haired boy...no, man. Hinata could hardly believe that She and everyone else here were adults.

Whatever. She rolled her eyes and readjusted her Art supplies that were stuck to her arm, and jogged to the deans' office, to get her dorm and schedule.

Room…507, loomed in front of Hinata and the dean, as he fumbled around for the key. "Here," he found the key and handed it to her, "Now, what did you say your name was, young man?"

Hinata gulped and mumbled, "H-hyuuga…"

"What? I can't hear you, son, speak up!"

Hinata grimaced and stood up straight, and with all of her courage, she pronounced in a fake, low voice, "Hyuuga…H-Hinata."

"Well, Hyuuga-san, Here is your schedule," The dean pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to her. "Your Dorm-mate will be here soon."

"A-arigatou Gozaimasu." Hinata said again in a low voice, still trying to bring it down an octave. She bowed to the retreating man, and turned to the door of her new "home." She slipped the key in the lock, and darted around to the other side of the door, and locked it again. She turned around very slowly and took in the room.

Ooooh it was cute! Blue and white curtains hung limply on a large window that overlooked the whole campus. There were two beds, a queen size in the corner, and a twin next to the window. They had matching comforters, deep purple and red swirls, they were separated by two small dressers, but the beds were still very close to each other. On the opposite wall, was a loveseat (A/N a couch for two, not implying anything) in a little alcove, facing a small television. The bathroom was next to the queen size bed, a closet across from that. The walls were a pale lilac color, matching Hinatas' eye color, and the carpet was a deep blue.

Taking in her new (slightly girly) home, she sighed in pleasure. Although, as much as she wanted to linger about and meet her roommate, she wanted to explore the campus. Hinata quickly put her things in the dresser next to the twin bed, and lay several art supplies on top of the bed as if to say, "Mine!" She stashed tampons, pads, and bras (for when she went into Tokyo, as a girl) far in the corner under her bed, and threw two of her favorite books on top. Eager to look around the campus, she grabbed a few pencils and a sketchpad, and ran out of the door.

Behind the huge Dorm building was a large, shady garden, the perfect place to sketch and forget oneself. Hinata sat down on a bench and surveyed the scene. She found many interesting things, and began sketching. In this fashion she sat, forgetting the time and even where she was, the only thing that she was aware of was her art.

Ten minutes passed, then fifteen, then twenty-five, and thirty. Suddenly she was startled from her work by very loud, excited voices. A boy ran through the bushes and crouched down, utterly silent, not noticing he was being watched by a certain very confused cross-dresser.

"Sasuke-kun!!!!!! Come here--!"

"Oh, Sasuke, where are you?"

"Marry me!"

Three or four very excited girls rushed passed where Hinata was sitting, ignoring her much like the boy had.

She sat stunned, watching the boy, as he panted and collapsed on the nearest bench.

"Damn fan girls…"

Hinata gasped, she could see why the girls had been after him. He was very tall. And quite thin, his natural beauty was breathtaking, almost in a dark, slightly intimidating way. Pale ivory skin, accentuated by long thick black hair on a girlish face, cheeks framed by long, glossy eyelashes. He sat with his mouth parted, leaving a sexy, "I don't care," look on his face.

The boy seemed not to notice Hinata, and he was sitting at such a position that all she saw was his profile. His eyes were half-open revealing onyx black eyes. His pose screamed, "draw me!" to Hinata, whose fingers started to itch, like they did every time she saw something worth drawing. She grabbed her pencil and began drawing, sketching his face, and the scene behind him. So immersed she was in drawing, that she didn't know the boy had gotten up. She was filling in last minute details when a loud voice startled her out of her wits.

"What the hell?"

"Ayaaaaaaaaah!!!" Hinata shrieked and ell off the bench, sending her pencils and sketchbook flying through the air. She scurried around reaching for her things and was about to pick up her sketchbook when the angry boy grabbed it first. She stared up at him, wondering why he was so angry about a drawing. He was even more beautiful close up.

"What is this? Are you a fan girl or something? What's your problem??" He held up the picture of himself in his earlier pose and shook it in her face.

"I-I-I ano I-i… w-was o-o-only d-drawing….." Hinata looked everywhere but at the intimidating boy… oh no, what if she sounded to girly? His anger had shocked her out of using her fake voice. She took a deep breath, stood up to her full height, leaving her a head shorter than him. She forced her voice to sound low and calm. Looking him straight in his dark eyes she said, "I-I am n-not y-your fan girl! I-I am a guy! I d-don't even know you!"

The pretty boy looked Hinata up and down. "You're right. You don't know me. So what's up with this?" He demanded, again holing up the picture of him.

"I…ano…I d-drew you, b-because you w-were there." Hinata said in her pseudo voice. She was quite proud of herself. She had finally stuck up for herself, and gained some confidence.

"Whatever, freak." The boy tossed the book at her and walked away. Hinata sighed in reply, and looked around, realizing that the sun had already started it's descent upon the horizon long ago.

"Crap!" She gathered the rest of her things and rushed towards the dorms.

Hinata unlocked the door to her room and ran to her bed. She noticed two suitcases thrown carelessly on the queen bed, and clothes strewn about. The dorm was already looking as though two very sloppy boys lived there.

Her roommate had obviously been here. The bathroom door was closed, light streamed from th cracks. A faint hiss was coming from the bathroom, it was her roommate taking a shower. Hinata took advantage of this to hurriedly strip down and hop into a large t-shirt and some boxers. She removed the binding cloth from her chest and stashed it under he bed along with the other necessary girl items. She hastily put her art supplies away, minus the sketchbook and one pencil, and sat down on the loveseat.

She stared at the drawing that had gotten her into so much trouble with the mysterious boy. She still didn't see why he was so angry, she had captured all his good qualities. She thought it looked rather beautiful, how she had drawn his face as though he were in bliss, with the light shining on him just right. It was altogether a peaceful scene. Sighing, Hinata got back up and threw her clothes in the hamper next to the bathroom door. The sound of water immediately ceased, and there were a few grunts, and bangs, as her supposed roommate got dressed for bed. Excited to meet the person she was to live with for four years, she paced back and forth until the doorknob turned. Out stepped the alleged roommate, wearing only boxers.

"YOU?!?" They both shouted.

Hinata was utterly shocked. The extremely gorgeous, angry jerk she had sketched was standing in her room. In only boxers. Surely there was a mistake?!