A/N: This is the last chapter. Thanks for reading!

"Hey."

Sasuke insisted on sleeping with her in her bed. "Just in case," had been his reasoning when she asked him why, exactly, he wanted to sleep, cramped, in her small bed when his was quite large and just down the porch. Hinata wasn't totally sure what that was supposed to imply – in case of what? A robbery? Aliens? The apartments catching on fire? Did he really think him being there would prevent any of those from happening?

But Hinata didn't protest; in fact, she was quite happy at the idea of falling asleep with his arms around her, feeling loved and safe and warm – not hot, just … warm.

And for a while, it was nice.

"Hinata."

But then she was nudged awake before the sun had even begun to rise, and her bleary eyes blinked at his pale face hovering over her.

For a little while, she had wondered how, exactly, he would act. It was like there were two people in that one body, right? Would one personality overcome the other? Would he act completely different? Would something bad happen?

But, thankfully, it was as if the two personalities had merged together, and he acted as a perfect mixture of two. And that wasn't that different in itself because, even before the Devil had been sucked into the soul of a mortal, both Sasukes had many similarities.

"Wake up, already. I want to shower."

One similarity, of course, being that they were both extremely needy.

Chapter 30

I Have One (1) Boyfriend. He's My Classmate, My Neighbor, and the Ex-Ruler of Hell.

"You know you can shower by yourself, right?"

"What's the fun in that?"

Well, the concept of fun wasn't exactly what was on her mind when she brought it up. Actually, Hinata was more focused on the idea of time-management; because when they showered together, of course Sasuke expected her to do everything for him, and her once ten-minute showers turned into almost thirty-minute, almost-using-all-the-hot-water ones. A few days ago, they had almost been late to classes because he told her to slow down when she was rushing to wash his hair. And maybe he realized that, for he went back to waking her up before the crack of dawn.

"Well," she hummed, leaning a bit to wash behind his ears, "you're not a child, and I'm certainly not your mother –"

"Yes. Thank God for that."

"So you can do some things on your own, I think."

Grey eyes stared blankly at the shower wall as he touched her wrists and glided his hands against her own.

"No," he whispered, placing her hands on his shoulders as he leaned forward and kissed her jaw, "I don't think I can."

Her heart thrummed in her chest as words of protest sunk back down into her throat. Damn it. Her right hand squeezed the wash rag, then went back to scrubbing the side of his neck.

"You're infuriating."

His answer was a satisfied smile and a low hum.

…

"Sasuke Uchiha, where are you manners!"

Mikoto has been coming by his apartment more often to cook him breakfast and see him off to school. Hinata has never heard a word of anger or irritation leave Sasuke's mouth about it in the two months this has been happening, and she was sure he was quite happy with it, despite the unaffected, stony façade he usually wore.

That morning, after their long shower and getting dressed, they went over to his apartment to find Mikoto already flipping omelets and pouring apple juice. Sasuke had quickly placed his cane against the wall and moved to the chair next to Itachi, and when the plate of food was placed in front of him, he instantly began to dig in.

To Mikoto's great displeasure. Obviously.

"You have to wait for everyone else to have food before you eat. You know that. How will poor Hinata feel, watching you eat while she's starving and waiting."

He frowned. "If she's that hungry, she can eat off my plate."

Hinata laughed and sat down as Mikoto put a hand to her hip, sighing.

"You could learn a thing or two from your brother." She swooped in to kiss Itachi's forehead, who was sitting with his hands in his lap, waiting. Patiently, Hinata had first thought. But then she caught sight of his swinging legs and realized that both brothers were starving that morning. "My little angel."

"Then doesn't that make Sasuke the Devil?" Itachi smiled up at her.

Mikoto gasped and rushed over to Sasuke's side. "Oh, of course not. You're both angels!" Sasuke's frown slipped from his face when she took his face in her hands. "It's just that one forgot his manners." And with that, she kissed his forehead, then his cheeks.

"Mom." Sasuke didn't pull away, only waited for her to go back to cooking before he rubbed at the back of his neck, which was suddenly pink.

…

Hinata was tapping the toe of her boots against the floor as she glanced upon the sight before her. At the entryway, Itachi tried and failed to tie the laces of his shoes. Upon his sixth failure, he sighed and dropped them.

"It's impossible."

She nearly had the mind to help him, but Sasuke was already knelt in front of him, hands searching for the laces.

"Come on, it's easy." Those words stayed in the air for a long while as he quickly and messily tied them together, only for the knot to fall apart moments later. Itachi suppressed a laugh as Sasuke scowled, sightless eyes narrowing. "Or maybe not."

"It's impossible," Itachi confirmed.

"Definitely," Sasuke agreed.

And that was Hinata's cue as she dipped in and tied the laces together – slowly, making sure Itachi was watching, and outwardly explained what she was doing so that Sasuke could hear.

When she was done, both sets of laces were tied perfectly, and she smiled and stood. Sasuke pinched the knot between his thumb and forefinger, feeling it, while Itachi lifted his other foot and looked.

"She's magical," he mused.

Sasuke snorted. "See? Told you it wasn't that hard."

…

They had a schedule. Walk Itachi to kindergarten, then go to school.

The sidewalks that day were icy, and fearing that he would fall over, Sasuke carried Itachi on his shoulders as they walked down the block.

"You didn't have to," Itachi said later on, when they reached the kindergarten and Sasuke put him down. "I would have been fine."

Sasuke smirked. "Just in case," he said. "I'll do anything for my –" He leaned down and flicked Itachi's forehead, "little brother."

Itachi's frown was ancient, but his puffed, pink cheeks matched his age.

…

Later that day, when Hinata was working an evening shift at work, Sasuke sipped his tea in Table 6 and listened to the cacophony of the cafe. There were many noises and many conversations, but there was one, loud voice in particular that caught his attention.

"Hinata, you're wearing the new uniform!" It was that mutt, Kiba, that annoyed the ever-living shit out of him. "It looks good on you. You're cute!"

The fucking audacity of the bastard.

So that night, as they got ready for bed, Hinata clasped her hands in prayer before turning and drifting to sleep against his chest. And while she had prayed to that dumbass Naruto up above, he had closed his eyes and prayed to the Devil.

Hours later, in the middle of the night, he woke up to a scorching heat at his side.

"What?" Neji drawled, voice smoky. "I'm busy, you know."

Yes, Sasuke was aware. But this was important.

"Kiba Inuzuka was flirting with Hinata at work."

The heat flared, and there was a huff.

"Understood. He will be dead by morning."

And as soon as he came, the Devil left, and Sasuke fell into a pleasant sleep next to Hinata.

…

That morning, when Hinata got a call from Kiba's sister explaining the awful fall he had down the staircase and how he was in the hospital with a broken leg and strained wrist, Sasuke cursed to himself in the back.

Damn that Naruto!

Or damn that Shikamaru who couldn't do such a simple job right.

…

I like you.

I'm not trying to bother you with this because I know you have a boyfriend. I'm fine being friends, but I wanted to tell you. I like you a lot. That day when you were more willing to run through rain than even consider the idea of taking my umbrella and possibly leaving me to get soaked, I started to like you, and it kept growing.

Like I said, I know you can't reciprocate these feelings.

Don't you dare feel pity for me. I'll be fine. I always am.

.

.

.

But I like you, and I probably will for a while.

And I'm not apologizing.

Her fingers searched for more, but that was the end of the note.

Tears dripped down onto the Braille letters before her, and she wiped at her face and quickly pulled out a piece of paper.

…

"Sasuke, here."

She slid the paper across the table in the back of the library, watching with wide eyes as she took it with a confused frown and felt it. When his fingers found the bumps, he quickly began to read, and that frown slowly fell and was replaced with a slightly gaping mouth.

"I love you," his lips mouthed as his thumb rubbed over those words near the bottom of the note, over and over again, perhaps a thousand times. "I … love you."

And before either of them knew it, she was next to him, bending over and pressing her mouth against his. His lips still mumbled those words as he kissed her back, running his hands down her neck, as if feeling for the words on her skin that were made up entirely of his name.

Sasuke Uchiha: hornless, human, and hers.

End