The sweat dripped down his forehead. He brought up his hand to wipe it away, resulting in a drop reaching his eye.

"Ouch! Fuck!" He screamed, taking a brief pause from moving to rub his now itching eye. What a disaster. He had begun his training half an hour ago, and was now completely exhausted. He wasn't able to focus, his thoughts had been far away the entire day.

Judo had been Sasuke's main interest his entire life. As a child, his father had pushed him to train each and every day, motivating him with the fact that he could be a world champion. Sasuke still wanted to become the best, but if he would was another story. He felt as if his training didn't make him better at all, and right now he would rather go on a walk in the forest, listening to birds chirping and just relaxing. But no, he had to train. A big competition took place in Konoha this weekend, and he had to win. Not because he had made another stupid bet with Naruto or Kiba, but because he knew that's what his father would have wanted. If his father had been alive.

He decided to stop there. If he were to train, he had to do it seriously, not jumping around like a little girl. He reached for his water bottle, bringing it to his mouth and taking a few gulps. The water had gone from ice-cold to lukewarm in the hot spring sun. He took some water in his hand, half of it running through his fingers, and wiped it across his face.

As he headed inside, he heard his phone vibrate.

"Naruto has sent you a text:

Meet up before school starts?"

He lazily replied "OK" before continuing to the shower. He rubbed the creamy soap with the smell of something like "manly man" on his body, quickly washing it away again. He hated showering. It wasn't very pleasant, it often took more time than he wanted it too, and the water in his house always switched to cold at random. He jumped out as soon as he could, putting on a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt, and headed towards his and Naruto's usual place to meet up.

"Hey dude! How's it going, you good?" Naruto shouted before they close enough to conversate according to social norms. Sasuke nodded, waiting until the space between them had narrowed a little before answering.

"I'm okay. You do realise first class begins in 20 minutes, right?" Sasuke said, almost mumbling.

"Shit, seriously?" Naruto brought up his phone to check the time. "How long have you been waiting? I'm sorry, man."

Sasuke didn't bother to answer, and they started walking towards the school. The road was wet, it had probably rained tonight. It smelled good, just like wet asphalt usually did, and Sasuke inhaled deeply. He loved spring, mainly because summer were to come and that meant summer break. Summer break meant he would not have to meet all the annoying, stupid classmates he had daily. This summer was different though. There wasn't this "chill and let time pass"-feeling in his stomach as he strolled to school every morning. After a few minutes of silent walking, a silhouette appeared on the other side of the road.

"Hey, isn't that Hyuuga?" Naruto asked, pointing towards the slim figure. Sasuke quickly grabbed his hand and pushed it down again.

"Dobe, you can't just point at people, it's rude."

"Is that's where she lives? Wow, that's one hell of a house," Naruto said and fixed his glance on the enormous building next to Hinata. It was a typical japanese house, with oriental roof and a huge garden. It was clear her family did care for it, as the flowers were looking healthy and there was no sign of weeds. A few metres from the house were a pond, not bigger than 5 metres in diameter, and the water was clear. It was small circles wobbling on the surface, indicating the small creatures who lived there.

"I'm not entirely sure of my sources, but I've heard people saying her family is hella rich," he continued, winking at Sasuke as if it mattered to him. He had money as well. When his family passed away, he was the only heir for their money, resulting in him having enough money to buy any house in the village. He didn't want to, though. Being rich was not something he had earned, and therefore he saw no right in him spending that money. He had never touched a single dollar of the money he received that day.

"Hn."

Sasuke fixed his gaze on the girl walking in front of them. She had walked from her side of the road to their side, and were now ten metres in front of them. Despite the distance, Sasuke had quite a view. She was slim, but her curves were real visible. As she walked, her ass bounced slightly. It was half covered by her sweater, and Sasuke wondered if it wasn't too hot to actually wear a sweater, the sun warmed him up so much he wanted to take his t-shirt off. He did have his black leather jacket with him, in case it started raining or something, he always did. He hated the rain.

They soon reached the school, and Sasuke was about to open his locker when a certain pink-haired girl blocked his way.

"Heeey, Sasuke! How are you?" she said, unusually loud, turning a few heads in the corridor. The heads soon turned back as they saw Sakura clinging on Sasuke, again.

"I'm good."

"So, I was wondering, since prom is real soon, you know, like, maybe…" She combed her fingers through her hair, twisting it at the ends.

"Get to the point."

"Well, I was just wondering if you've asked someone yet?"

Was she asking him to prom?

"No, I'm not- I mean, no I haven't." He realised it was no excuse that he wasn't going. He had to ask Hinata, meaning he had to turn down Sakura.

"Oh, okay!"

She wasn't going to ask him. Good. She was just standing there, watching him with her big, green eyes, smiling and waiting for him to say something. Of course, she wouldn't, it was only guys who asked girls, not the other way around, as if social norms actually bothered Sasuke. If she expected him to ask her, she was extremely wrong. Even if he hadn't planned to go with Hinata, Sakura was the last person he would ask. She annoyed him more than anyone, especially when she fangirled over him and spread rumors that they had been going on dates and such. He had told her he wasn't interested, but she didn't seem to be able to take no for an answer.

"I need to get into my locker, Sakura," he said slowly, irritated. She backed away immediately, mumbling something like "oh, okay, i'll be leaving". It was clear that she was hurt. Of course, he didn't give a single fuck.

Chemistry. Hinata usually had nothing against school, but chemistry was awful. She never seemed to get anything right, and she was clumsy, often resulting in dangerous liquids being where they should not be. Therefore, she always got partnered with the smartest people in the class to prevent it from happening. Kakashi-sensei had told her it was only a coincidence, he chose partners at random, but Hinata didn't believe him for a second.

Due to this, Hinata got surprised when she got matched with Sasuke. He was smart, sure, but didn't care about school as much as Neji or Shikamaru, her usual partners. He got to class late, as usual, but Kakashi-sensei didn't seem to note it when the black-haired man stepped through the doorway. He was always so casual, didn't mind the fangirls whispering to each other and tossed his jacket on a chair despite the excessively big sign outside the classroom saying you should not bring your jacket inside. It was Tsunade-sensei's decision to put it up after she tripped on coat someone had laid on the floor, and had a huge outburst.

As she watched him across the room she noticed how big he was. He was really slim, but despite that, he had muscles unlike no one else she knew. She figured that she hadn't noticed this earlier due to his clothes covering his skin, but now that he was wearing a t-shirt, the contours of his muscles really showed. She looked away, she didn't want anyone noticing she had just been checking out Sasuke Uchiha.

This day, Hinata noticed that Sasuke didn't sit beside her, at first. He moved to her when the group project began, but sticked to the guys as long as he could. Her first thought was him being on his period, which she rather soon dismissed, giggling at herself. Sasuke noticed her smile when he walked towards her.

"You having a fun time?" he said, sounding as bored as a living creature could be. Hinata didn't answer, nodding slightly and continuing to her work.

They managed their different tasks under silence, but Hinata couldn't get her mind of the strong arms, which now reached before her all the time. She couldn't help but blush, making the room feel hot. She couldn't take off her sweater though. People would judge her, wearing only a tank top was too revealing for her.

"Hinata, could you plug in the battery, please?"

Separating oxygen and hydrogen from each other really wasn't a hard thing to do, well, if you're not Hinata. While she was pulling the cables over towards the battery, Sasuke reached his arm out to prevent the cylinders from falling, and Hinata somehow lost balance and fell. Out of all places to fall on, she fell onto Sasuke, her face against his warm chest. She sat up quickly, bouncing onto his biceps when she tried to stand up.

"Oh, god, I-I'm so, so sorry. Let me just…" she stuttered nervously, as Sasuke just sat there and smiled at her ineptitude to function during stress. Her cheeks quickly turned bright red, and she covered it with her hands.

"I'm such a mess," she mumbled, sounding muffled through her thin fingers. Sasuke let a small laugh slip through, making Hinata separate her fingers, looking at him and giggling.

Forty-eight days until graduation.

A/N

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