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Hinata almost shed her mortal flesh frame and transcended into the next plane of existence when Sasuke grabbed her wrist. In reflex, she tried to yank her arm out of his grip but he held fast. Her eyes darted around the small dressing room in panic.
He was touching her.
Why?
What was wrong?
What did she do?
Sasuke's dark brows drew together in what looked like anger. Hinata could feel her heartbeat ramping up its pace and her face was so hot she was already sweating. Did he think she was using glitter on him? It had been all routine; the same makeup she always did before a show.
He finally spoke. "Wha-" He cleared his throat. "What is on your hands? I can smell it."
He finally released her and she dumbly brought her fingers to her nose. "I-I don't-t…"
"You put it on before you do anything," Sasuke interrupted roughly.
Her mind was not functioning properly. She numbly peered at the table behind her. A big purple bag was open, with palettes and brushes slipping from the seams. Then there were also bottles and bags full of sponges or cotton swabs and at the corner there was…
Oh.
She was tempted to grab the item but her hands were shaking too much. So instead she pointed to a large pump bottle.
"T-This?"
"Hnn." Sasuke glared.
"Well, erm, i-it's my hand sanitizer. To-to sanitize my hands."
"But why does it smell like that?"
"I put lavender oil in i-it. When I make it… I like lavender." She confessed in a small voice before shutting her mouth promptly.
Even in her flustered state, she noticed the muted surprise hiding in the corners of his eyes.
"You can make it?" He questioned, his voice carrying less of an edge. "It works?"
"Y-Yes." Hinata's heartbeat was calming down but her silly stutter still persisted. "It's n-not that hard once you get the hang of it. It's better for-for your skin too."
"Hnn." Sasuke sat back in his chair and Hinata felt like she could take a full breath. Even seated, it felt like he was looming over her. His presence and body language often communicated what he refused to verbalize. "When we're back in Japan, I would like some." He ordered.
Hinata's eyes widened. "Uh, okay! Of course, Uchiha-san!"
He nodded once and turned to face the mirror like nothing transpired.
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Later, Hinata waited to make sure Sasuke was long gone before burying her face in her hands. Thankfully, the walls of the room were made of brick and concrete and thick enough to muffle her loud groan to any passerby.
"I use my hand sanitizer to 'sanitize my hands.' What's wrong with you?" She moaned in the agony that only follows acute embarrassment. "He must think I'm so slow."
She pulled her hands back a bit before taking a deep breath.
But… he liked the smell. A tiny grin snuck onto her face. Who knew the Uchiha liked floral scents?
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*Note: I looked it up, and it's totally possible to make a natural hand santitizer. The DIYnatural blog has a recipe that was the inspiration for this chapter.
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