Chapter 1:
Helping
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Three mentors. That's how many quit on him. Apparently, in a hidden village, burnt clothes are dangerouse, especially when on one's person. He huffed a sigh to himself. He liked eating homemade meals, like Naruto's 'just add water' stuff. 'Real food,' he thought to himself. 'Food I make for me.'
He crammed back another sigh and leaned back on the bench, outstretching his long legs. He crossed his ankles and closed his eyes, relaxing for a few moments. As soon as he was ready, he'd go home and figure out what he could make himself for dinner without burning down the estate.
In the last moment of keeping his eyes closed, Hyuuga Hinata walked down the streets, arms loaded with groceries, ready to fill the kitchen to her new apartment with fresh cooking supplies. The frail girl, small as she was, couldn't see over the bags. She didn't see a certain Uchiha's extended legs. She tripped over him, her bags toppling from her arms and groceries inside of the bags rolling across the dirt path.
She pushed herself up and looked at the ankles her own feet seemed tangled in. Quickly, she untangled herself and began to chase her groceries, only to be surprised by a pale hand that wasn't hers. Sasuke was picking up the rolling cans and placing them back in her bags.
She flushed crimson when she looked up. "Uchiha-san," she breathed.
After a few seconds of watching him pick up her stuff, the spell on her broke. She began to gather her things once more. "Th-thank you, Uchiha-san. How can I ever repay you?"
The groceries were finally in their bags, only a few fruits and vegetables bruised. For some reason, Uchiha Sasuke offered to help her carry the bags home. After a short-lived argument, he was carrying most of the bags, and Hinata only one. He started toward the Hyuuga estate, only to be stopped by her giggles. He shot a look at her, one of anger covering up his confusion. She pointed a different direction.
"I moved."
They walked side-by-side to her apartment. It didn't look like the sort of place someone of her statue would live in from the outside, but when she unlocked the door, handing him the bag she held, she revealed a quaint living space.
She pulled a bag from his arms and walked into her home. He followed her into the kitchen, not far behind. The both unloaded their arms onto the island in the little kitchen. He didn't ask to stay. He simply helped her put away the groceries, not remembering what he had to be looking for. He handed her items and ask things like 'where does this go' and 'what's that'.
After folding up the paper bags, Sasuke let his brain catch up. He saw how perfect her kitchen was. He saw how many cooking materials she'd bought for this perfect kitchen. Without thinking, he blurted out a question.
"Will you teach me?"
