"What are we doing in PE?" Kisame rolled his neck. He was tired and sore and didn't want to go to PE today.

"Volleyball, I believe," Itachi didn't look up from his notebook. He had sat beside his lunch.

Kisame groaned. Of course, it was another sport people expected him to be good at. Couldn't they play dodgeball? He sucked at that. He was easily hit. "Are you good at volleyball?" Kisame turned to ask Hinata.

Hinata didn't seem to hear him. She was reading something on her phone, frowning. Her mostly-eaten bento closed.

"Hinata?" Kisame said louder. Hinata jumped with a squeak, looking up. She was like a little mouse.

"Huh?" Hinata turned red, placing her phone face down to show her attention.

Kisame held back a chuckle. "Are you any good at volleyball?"

"No, why?" Hinata asked.

"Itachi thinks that's what we are playing in PE." Kisame filled in.

Her face went white. Was she that bad? "Oh, uhm, I won't be participating in PE."

Interesting. "Why not?"

Hinata shrank, tugging her skirt lower over her knees. "I'm still recovering from an accident last year. My doctor has special exercises I do at home." The light in her eyes left as she looked down at her umbrella. Still hadn't rained. Guess she was just prepared.

Kisame shouldn't have asked. "I'm always the first pick on teams." He grumbled irritably, like he hadn't heard her.

"Why?" Hinata asked with a tilt of her head and grateful light to her face.

"He's tall, aggressive, and overly competitive," Itachi answered.

"Hey!" Kisame growled at him.

Hinata giggled into her fingertips. At least the light was back in her eyes.

The PE teacher pointed Hinata to the bleachers, where she settled with her homework. She glanced over at the boy's class. Kisame and Neji were on different teams. She tried not to find their height difference amusing as both stood at the net. Neji wasn't much taller than she was. She wasn't sure that was fair.

Kisame's features were shown much more in the PE shirt. His arms were massive and muscular. Hinata wondered if the job that kept him up all night had heavy lifting or if he chose to work out in his spare time. What she was looking at was the alarming amount of bandages Kisame had wrapped over his arms and legs and purple bruises that littered his skin. When he wiped his face with his shirt, she noticed more on his back.

Hinata frowned. Neji had mentioned that he liked to get into fights, but did he win all of them?

Hinata sunk back into her work, and she worried about her new friend. How could Kisame sustain his weight and muscle mass if he wasn't eating? Hinata pressed the end of her pen against her upper lip as she thought maybe she should try more filling meals, it would be difficult with his diet restrictions, but it was worth a try.

"Hinata-sama." Hinata looked up at her sweaty cousin, who held out a water bottle despite her not doing any activity. "You look upset."

"I'm fine." Hinata glanced back at the boy's group. They were all taking a break. Kisame was currently speaking to a white-haired male who had taken his shirt completely off to wipe his face with it. He was in their class too, another guy with an Akatsuki jacket, Hinata recognized. The white-haired one laughed while Kisame frowned, pushing him off the bleacher before he glanced up at her. Hinata quickly looked away and backed up to her cousin.

Neji glanced over at what she was looking at and frowned. "You aren't going to heed my warnings, are you?"

Hinata sighed. "You're not going to approve of everyone I make friends with." She closed her notebook. "You're being called…"

Neji turned to a waving Lee as everyone got back to the court. "Be careful, Hinata-sama."

"These are pretty good, uh," Deidara told her as he flipped through her sketchbook before classes started. Kisame and Itachi were sitting in the room together before she arrived. "You do a lot of this one, girl."

Maybe she should have taken those out. "Those are my sister, Hanabi-san."

"You're sister? It explains the eyes." Sasori said as he glanced over.

"She goes here too then, yeah?" Deidara asked.

"No, she doesn't go to school here." Hinata pierced her lips together, hoping they didn't ask any more questions.

Hinata felt Itachi's eyes on her. She glanced over. Itachi gave her a knowing frown. He broke eye contact to give Kisame a heavy nudge as she looked down at her hands.

'What now?' Kisame asked silently. Itachi motioned over at Hinata.

Hinata was shrunk, no longer paying attention to the art book Deidara was looking over. She tugged at her skirt and looked like she might start to cry. What was he supposed to do about it?

Kisame looked back at Itachi, who gave him a glare and another nudge. He sighed and crossed his arms, laying his head into them, so he could see a little more of her face. "What's for lunch?"

Hinata blinked at him, the welling tears retreating as she did. "Uh… Rice balls with red bean paste filling and shrimp stir-fry. Oh! Do you like peaches?"

"I don't dislike them." Kisame shrugged.

"I tried to make peaches and cream with coconut milk last night," Hinata explained. "We can have them after lunch."

"Oh, so you'll have lunch with him but not me." Deidara teased.

Hinata's face turned red. "I prefer to eat in here."

"So not fair, yeah." Deidara handed her back her sketchbook. "At least I got your number first, hmm?" He winked and burst out laughing as she hid her face behind the notebook.

"Leave the mouse be." Kisame rolled his eyes. "You'd have to get through the other Hyuga anyway."

"The stuck-up one, yeah?" Hinata frowned at him behind her notebook.

"Neji-san isn't stuck up." Hinata defended quietly.

"Have you met him, hm?" Deidara raised an eyebrow.

"I grew up with him. He used to be very grouchy and proud, but he's never been stuck up." Hinata pouted.

"Maybe it's just resting bitch face," Sasori added.

"Like you, yeah?" Deidara laughed at the glare he got.

Hinata opened the container of peaches. "I put it in a different container in case the cream ran, so we'll have to share."

"I don't mind." Kisame looked over the rather large container.

"Would you like some, too, Uchiha-san?" Hinata offered.

"I don't see why not." Kisame wiped his chopsticks and took a piece. Kisame followed suit.

"What do you think? I think I made the cream too thin."

"I wouldn't know haven't had one that didn't make me sick before, so I say it's an improvement," Kisame said, chewing, receiving a scolding pout at his manners.

"I think it's fine. It's hard to make this type of thing without real cream," Itachi told her after he swallowed.

Hinata used her chopsticks to take a peach. It wasn't horrible, too sweet, though. She would have to account for the sweetness of coconut milk in the future.