Sasuke and Hinata in a relationship yet both running for Student Council President; a high-school fic.
Requested by jaja59. Happy (belated) birthday!
"Do you really believe the projections? Everyone knows they're a sham," growled Sasuke, as he shoved a freshman into his locker. He slammed the door shut. "Your family might own the school, Hyuuga, but I'm going to beat you, and not only will I beat you, I will demolish you." He grabbed another freshman and gave him a hasty noogie, before pushing him into a sophomore who was discreetly shuffling by. The two collapsed in a heap under the mountain of the books they had been carrying.
"You're m-mistaken if you t-think I'm backing down!" Hinata cried from past Neji, whom she was hiding behind. Sasuke's eye twitched. "The freshmen are s-scared of you, the sophomores despise you, and the juniors only worship you b-because they know your f-father's police chief."
A passing junior noticed Sasuke and tucked away his bag of grass. He gave Sasuke a shaky grin and two thumbs up. "You got my vote, man."
"Get the fuck out of here," said Sasuke.
The junior scurried away.
"Y-you would make a t-terrible student council president-" said Hinata, who had begun to swing Neji's arms about in an effort to gesticulate her remarks. "-and I'm going to win, b-because I-"
"What?" Sasuke snapped as he approached them. Neji stood his ground, giving him a wary look.
"I-"
"You? You?" Sasuke mocked.
"I'm – nice," Hinata finished lamely.
Sasuke and Neji stood there glaring at each other for a while. Slowly, Sasuke's expression relaxed.
"I'll see you tonight, then?" he said nonchalantly as he pocketed his hands. "For homework, and – dinner?"
"My dad's making casserole." Hinata nodded, swinging Neji's arms enthusiastically.
"Hn," said Sasuke, before walking off. As he proceeded down the hall, underclassmen scurried away from him like cockroaches exposed to light.
In his wake, Hinata sighed to herself. She was pressed against her cousin's back, arms about his waist, and it was extremely uncomfortable for the male in question.
"This isn't working out," Neji deadpanned.