Pastry Shop AU:

Hinata has a not-so-secret admirer.


"Hey, that customer came back to stare at Hinata's ass,"

"W-What!"

"Keep your voice down, pig," Sakura furtively glanced at the handsome dark-haired man sitting on an orange stool, elbow on the counter and palm supporting his chin.

She hummed in thought. "He does look an awful lot at your butt, Hinata,"

Hinata looked aghast, fingers to her lips.

"Is-Is that why he always asks for me?" she said, brows pointed inward in her distress.

Sulking, Hinata said, "I-I thought I was doing a good job at customer service,"

"You're doing everyone service having that booty around," Ino snickered and twirled her ponytail.

"I-Ino-chan!"

Sakura patted Hinata's shoulders reassuringly.

"I'm sure that's a part of why he likes you best. He seems like the type who doesn't like his servers being too chatty,"

"I hope so."

Hinata had a difficult time meeting his eyes as he waved her over. She looked at him through her bangs, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

"What will you be having today?" she asked softly.

He always stared right at her and it always flustered her. His eyes were… intense. Hinata had difficulty making eye contact with people in general, but it was worse with him.

She focused on her notepad as she scribbled his order - always something bitter. Black coffee and dark chocolate pastry today. Some days he didn't bother with dessert and just sat there, elbow propped on the counter, fingers wrapped around his coffee mug.

She had thought he was just spacing out but according to Ino and Sakura…Hinata blushed as she walked back to the kitchen, her back to him. How mortifying! She would give him the benefit of the doubt that he wasn't looking there, though guys usually did look at her huge -

"-rack! Are you stupid, Naruto? God! Now we need a new cooling rack," Sakura huffed and stomped out of the kitchen, with a mournful "Sakura-chaaaaaaan" following her.

Hinata came back with the pastry and coffee and set it down on the counter in front of him with an uncertain smile.

"Thanks," he said, studying her flushed face.

"Oh, that bastard? That's Sasuke. He's my bestie!"

Sakura raised a brow. "Sasuke?"

Naruto nodded happily. "I told him to stop by the shop. Now look at him, he's a regular!" The energetic blonde pastry chef suddenly became teary-eyed. "He might be a mean bastard but he really cares a lot about my feelings! He hates sweet things, but he always comes by anyway! He's - he's so dedicated! I'm really moved! Really, really moved!"

"Yeah, dedicated to staring at Hinata's goodies," Ino muttered, watching this Sasuke fellow's eyes never leave Hinata's form as she absently wiped down the tabletops, leaning over and bending a bit so the back of her thighs and the skin between her skirt and her stockings* were visible.

From the front, the view was even better.

"Did you know your bestie was an ass man?" Ino asked delicately.

Naruto scrunched his brows, tears gone. "Really? I didn't think he was picky about either,"

"He's not," Sakura remarked flatly as Sasuke deliberately stuck his foot out as Hinata passed.

She squeaked and he swiftly caught her, pressing her chest rather tightly to his.

"I didn't think he liked anything until…now?" Naruto looked on in confusion.

How the heck had the teme managed to spill coffee down Hinata's front? Oh, look, he was helping her dry off! Aww. He really was just a sensitive, squishy teddy bear on the inside. He was being really thorough with her shirt.

"That fucking pig," Sakura hissed in disgust. "He's copping a feel and he's being completely obvious about it!"

"Damn," Ino said, in awe at his brazenness. "Oh wow."

"I'm reporting sexual harassment," Sakura declared and turned on her heel.

"He's a lawyer, Sakura-chan," Naruto shook his head, a comforting hand on Sakura's shoulder.

"Where is the restroom?" Sasuke asked his beautiful and devastatingly flustered waitress. She was so cute.

"Um, it's fine. I can clean myself,"

"Please, allow me to help. It was my fault after all,"

"I-I forgive you, so-"

"Hm, I'm sure there must be some place where we can discuss this in private,"

"Wait, wha-"

"Aw, look at him go," Naruto smiled.

"So we're not going to do anything about this?" Ino said as Sasuke led Hinata into the locker room in the back of the shop, his fingers wrapped around her elbow.

Ino shrugged. "Oh well. He's hot and has a well-paying job,"

"Really?" Sakura deadpanned.

"Hey, look Sakura-chan! Look how huge the dough got. It's the size of my head!" The pastry chef held up the bowl excitedly by his head to show her. "It was this little an hour ago!"

She sighed.

"I think they're doing it," Ino whispered. "I heard some noises from back there. Sexy noises. Hinata's a moaner!" Ino ran back and returned to add, "And she likes to be on top!"

Sakura cleared her throat and went to greet new customers as the bells at the door chimed.

"In that case, Hinata can have cleaning duty today," she said under her breath while smiling brightly at the newcomers. "Welcome! How may I serve you today?"


A/N: haha this was my very first? i think? sasuhina one-shot i wrote on tumblr

i never gave it a title so i made one up just now (´・ω・`)

*The area of skin exposed between the skirt and the sock/stocking is called zettai ryouiki. you've prob seen this a lot with moe characters ESPECIALLY schoolgirl characters. hilariously enough the term originates from neon genesis evangelion, where it refers to a protective energy shield, or "holy area no one can intrude upon." ofc filthy otakus turned it into a term to fetishize female clothing...smh