Chapter 4 is coming soon.

Days passed, and the two kept their usual distance. But every now and then, they would bump into each other. Every time it happened, they would stare into each other's eyes, and then

look away, before any further discussion. While during that split second, they always felt an ache in their chest.

A month passed with no exchanged word or motion. They didn't even speak days before their annual School Festival. Their class decided to host a maid cafe, since all the other classes

didn't decide on that choice. At the time of getting the menus and costumes ready, Hinata felt the need to do more work than others, willing to do anything to get Sasuke out of her mind.

Sasuke hardly did any work, because there wasn't any work for him to do, or he was just being lazy. After the props were set, the class gave each classmate a role. Most girls were the

waitresses, including Hinata. The boys were food providers, and advertisers. Sasuke was forced to be a waiter, full majority vote by the girls, except one that didn't vote, and didn't care.

By the end of the day, everyone was exhausted and ecstatic about the festival tomorrow. Although Sasuke and Hinata hoped nothing could go wrong tomorrow, Hinata was just as

curious to see Sasuke as a waiter, and Sasuke imagined Hinata as a waitress.

A beautiful sunny day shone over Konoha High, for they were hosting their annual School Festival. Costumes of cosplay and stands of delicious food was seen everywhere you'd turn.

Balloons, eye-popping signs, and the people of all demographics maneuvered their way through the crowded halls and yard.

Over on the 3rd floor, a maid cafe was held. There were beautiful girls in the shortest skirts and tightest shirts. Boys of all grades held a long line for this cafe, to catch a glimpse of the

famous "2nd years' maid outfits." Girls of all grades were in that line too, to see Sasuke Uchiha in a "waiter suit." Things were running smoothly, everyone doing their job and all. Hinata

was picking up left-over plates when she spotted Sasuke let one of the guys know that he was heading out for a break. He gave his classmates a glare, who were about to protest that

he's the reason they get more female customers, even though they hated to admit it. Sasuke shrugged them off and left anyway, along with other screaming fangirls following him behind.

Hinata couldn't help but stare at him throughout the whole day. He really was gorgeous in that black apron, with his hair gelled back, and his black long-sleeve buttoned up shirt... Hinata

was always so distracted, she even broke a plate or two. But being honest about her relationship with Sasuke, she tried her best to look away whenever his back wasn't facing her.

"Hinata!"

She jolted around, gripping her pad of paper and pen of orders. "H-hai?"

Her classmate looked at her funny. "We ran out of a few supplies. Care to grab more in the storage building?"

Hinata handed her the notebook and pen. "H-hai..."

Hinata maneuvered her way through the tough and tight crowd until she was able to go to the first years' building, which wasn't being used for the festival. Hinata sighed in relief, being

able to walk down empty halls.

'Now...What room did our class save for storage?' she thought as she was walking up the stairs to the second-floor. As she turned around to go up the second part of the stairs, she heard

a metal clang at the top of the stairs. She jumped, and walked more slowly up the stairs, her clutching hand held tight against her chest. As she got closer, she heard panting. Once she

reached the second floor, she turned, and witnessed Sasuke Uchiha. He was sweating, and limping. One hand was holding his chest, the other holding the wall. His eyes were on the

floor, but they soon spotted Hinata's white ones. He stopped his walking, and tried to sit up straighter for a better view of her. Hinata had a worried look on her face, looking at Sasuke

up and down.

What happened to him? He was fine a moment ago, who could've done this?

Hinata reached out her hand, "S-Sasuke..."

Sasuke collapsed onto the floor, and Hinata rushed to help him.

He looks tired, maybe he was running from those girls...

She tried her best to take him to the nurse's office at the end of the hall, but he was too heavy, so she gave up. She let his head rest on her lap, while she rested her back against the

wall. Hinata stared down at Sasuke's sleeping form, he looked so beautiful. She brushed small hairs away from his face, cherishing the look he had. She leaned her head back, staring at

the ceiling. Then she slowly, and ever so lightly, sighed.

"Why... That night, Sasuke."

Hinata gripped her hands, feeling the tears streaming down her face.

"...How could you let it go so easily?"

"Because you and I know we're not meant for each other."

Hinata gasped, and looked down to see Sasuke awake, but not looking at her.

"Tell me, Hinata... Why do you love me so much? We've never encountered each other our whole lives."

Hinata breathed out, and gave a small smile.

"It's not about interaction that makes a person fall in love, it can just be from looking at that person, or being around them..."

Sasuke sat up, and stared at Hinata. She stared back, but soon looked away. "C'mon, we need to get back." Hinata moved her hair behind her ear, but Sasuke grabbed her arm. She

looked up, and saw Sasuke leaning in. Hinata didn't hesitate, she just closed her eyes. Their lips touched in the silence of the sun-setting hallway.