A/N
I'm a little inattentive and forgot writing that it was forty-five days until graduation the last chapter, but yea should be there :) Too lazy to reupload it though, I give you my sincerest apologies ;) Anyways, please take a minute and review after reading this chapter, critizise me! It really helps me a lot.
Thanks for reading! :)
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Sasuke woke up with a strange feeling in his gut, a feeling of despair. He had so much going on right now, he wasn't able to think straight.
Yesterday had been completely awful. The night before yesterday, he hadn't been able to sleep, resulting in him being completely smashed that morning. He had been way too slow to shower and do his daily morning-stuff, and got late to his competition, almost missing his first match.
He was up against boys, as the classes was divided by age, weight and gender. Despite that, he kept seeing his opponents as a certain fragile, blue haired girl. He then proceeded to stand there, flabbergasted, as his opponents threw him onto the mat. He lost all his matches, and went home bubbling with anger. Why was she affecting him this much? She was just a stupid girl. A stupid girl that no one liked, that is.
As long as Sasuke remembered, Hinata had been alone. She didn't seem to mind not having friends, as she never ever tried engaging in a conversation. Her entire school time she had just been sitting there, staring down at her feet, occasionally blushing if Naruto were to walk by. She had never been bullied, because no one seemed to dislike her, but no one liked her either. That included Sasuke.
Until now, that is. He had gradually started to like her more and more. Her cute way of stuttering when she spoke, her way of blushing if his body brushed against her. If he were to be completely honest, he had intentionally done this a couple of times, just to see her blush. Or, well, a lot of times.
He wasn't in love with her though, he was certain of that. This was just a bet, but why not enjoy it in the meantime?
He crawled up from his bed, checking his phone. It was 7:03 am, and he had an hour before he had to get his ass towards school. He put his bathrobe on and headed towards the bathroom. Not like he needed it, though. It was warm in the house and he was alone. Like always.
He thought about Hinata again. The lonely girl. He felt a wave of sympathy rush through him. He knew what it was to be alone, as well. He had had a lot of friends during his lifetime, and making new ones had never been a problem. But as soon as he left the school, he was alone. He had to go home, make his own food, tell himself to do his homework, and tell himself to go to sleep. Ever since that day, he had to do everything by himself. God, he would do anything for a mother who screamed at him to clean his room, or a dad who told him that he had to perform better when he trained. To others, parents were a drag, but he knew how meaningful they actually are.
"You only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go"
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Hinata had one thing figured out: Getting a person who had invaded her brain out was hard. No, hard wasn't the right word, it was impossible. She had constantly been thinking of Sasuke Uchiha the last two days, and couldn't get her butterflies to calm down. She had also constantly cursed herself for slowly gaining interest for the most unemotional guy she had ever met. She knew that he never let girls get his attention, neither did he care about all the love letters he got. He had always been pushing love away from his life.
But he hadn't been on a date with a girl, either. Not what she knew about, anyway.
She shook her head and tried to concentrate. This essay was important, but the cold war wasn't really her thing.
"The Soviet Union was a brutal experiment on society, and the goal was to achieve an ideal society. This ideal society would be communistic, and all humans were to share the resources of the country. All property should be owned together, and distributed equally to everyone. According to Karl Uchiha…"
Hinata paused, sighing and deleted the words.
"According to Karl Marx, founder of the communism, Sasuke is the goal for humanity."
She stopped again, glancing towards the clock. Ten minutes left, come on Hinata! Focus! Her eyes met the teacher's, Asuma, and she quickly looked down again, and blushed. She blushed to an even further shade of red when she was him stepping towards her, bending over her computer.
"Are you okay, Hinata?" he said quietly, but she was sure every other student heard him. Great, now they thought she was unintelligent as well.
"Y-yes, Asuma-sensei. I find this essay challenging, that's it," she mumbled and Asuma smiled.
"Good," he said, and walked away. Hinata let her breath out, smiling at herself. If it was something she was good at, it was to impress teachers. She knew all about what they wanted her to say. Her schoolwork was definitely not the only factor that resulted in her high grades.
She felt a wave of relief when the bell ringed, even though she hated that ringing sound, it made her ears hurt. She rapidly packed her stuff and almost ran out of the classroom. This was it, the time of the day that she appreciated the most: lunch time. And even though she did like to eat, that wasn't the reason. The reason was the one person that now appeared right in front of her. You guessed it, Sasuke Uchiha.
Should she talk to him? Would that be weird, since he hadn't spoken to her since their date? Maybe he knew about her dream. That would, of course, be impossible since she hadn't told anyone, but she still worried since there was a slight possibility that maybe he was able to read minds or something similar. He hadn't sent a text to her, even though he had gotten her number and she had added him on Facebook. What if he found her to be too clingy? If that was the case, she should definitely not go and talk to him. She decided that the best decision was to quietly stand in line to get some food, and hope for him to see her and talk to her.
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Was she ignoring him? Sasuke took a quick glance at the bluenette, who patiently waited for her food. She must've seen him, and decided not to talk to him. He felt a weird feeling in his stomach again, and got slightly annoyed because he had gotten enough of these feelings already! He turned to Naruto, who was trying to cheer him up after he had told him about his terrible sunday.
"Look, Sasuke, everyone has bad days! Even I have them," he said, "One of those shouldn't bring you down."
"This is not just 'one of those days', Naruto. I feel like piss, I haven't been able to train properly the last week or so. I really need to get my mind straight, or I might fuck up my chances of getting into the national team this year."
Naruto just nodded, since Sasuke did have a point. He had been working for this his entire life, and was now at the edge of reaching one of his biggest dreams.
"I'll train with ya, if you want? Might push you a little or so" he asked. Sasuke smiled at him, a gesture he rarely did.
"Sure, that'd be great. Tomorrow, after school?"
"Yeah, sounds great."
Sasuke might hate the blonde at sometimes, but he was the best person he had in his life. They fought a lot, but at times of trouble he was the one to lend Sasuke his shoulder, and Sasuke was eternally grateful for it.
"Shouldn't you call Hinata here? Like, I know I'm your 'opponent' in this, but she seems kinda down so…" Naruto mumbled, and Sasuke nodded. They already sat at their table, and Hinata strolled around looking for somewhere to sit. He frowned at her, she really made it difficult for herself.
"Hey, Hinata!" he shouted at her, and she looked up, a wide smile spreading on her face. He smirked, and couldn't deny that she was really cute. She walked towards them, and sat down beside Naruto. Sasuke bit his lip, wondering if she didn't want to sit beside him, or if she was just too nervous to do so.
"H-hello Sasuke, hi Naruto," she said quietly, with a high pitched voice like usually. Sasuke held back a smile, as he realised how much he noticed about Hinata now, that he had never thought about before.
"How was your weekend?" he asked, hoping that she would say something about their date. He was nervous that she hadn't liked it.
The date had been smooth, they had talked non-stop. It hadn't been too romantic though, and Sasuke wondered if that was the reason she didn't reply to his text. He believed that love came slow, and moving too fast would only result in lust, no more. He did have more than six weeks left.
"It was good, thanks. I had a lot of fun on our 'hangout'" she said, and smiled slightly. He wouldn't have noticed it if his gaze wouldn't be fixed on her delicate lips.
"I'm glad you enjoyed," he said, meeting her eyes. They were as bright as always, and he noticed that she didn't look away just as quickly as the last time. This time, it was his turn to look away.
He felt his cheeks burn, and for the first time in a very, very long time, he blushed.
Forty-four days until graduation.
