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"Well?"
Hinata fidgeted and Sasuke rubbed his temples. 'This is so stupid…' he thought.
"Sasuke?" Sakura prodded.
He sighed. "Her favorite color is purple."
A pair of ghostly white eyes widened a bit.
"Her hobby is pressing flowers."
A bit more.
"Her favorite foods are zenzai and cinnamon rolls."
And a bit more.
"She doesn't like to eat crab or shrimp."
Just a little but more.
"She doesn't like to be alone in the dark."
They were practically saucers now.
Sakura smiled and nodded in approval. Then she looked at Hinata.
Said girl just stared at her husband, paralyzed from shock and…joy?
*Ding!*
Sakura sighed. "We'll continue you this next week. You two can go."
Hinata absent mindedly nodded and got up with Sasuke.
She looked at her stoic husband who sat across from her.
I watched him all week and nothing. There's nothing about him I can find out. We have to go to counseling in two days!
"Hn."
She tilted her head in confusion.
"Dinner is burning."
Her eyes widened and she raced to the stove, turning off the fire just in time.
Ten minutes later, Sasuke and Hinata had two plates of food in front of them. Mixed vegetables and Natto with rice.
Hinata stared at her husband as he ate.
She didn't notice much at first, except that fact that he didn't even touch the Natto.
"You don't like Natto?" she asked.
He gave a nod and Hinata smiled.
I never knew that.
Then she noticed something once again.
Sasuke hadn't eaten a single carrot from the mixed vegetables.
She smiled.
He doesn't like carrots.
"I don't like carrots."
She blinked, smiled softly, and nodded. "I noticed."
His ragged breathing rung in her ears. Her eyelids fluttered and she turned over to look at her husband.
His eyes were shut tight, hands balled up, and his chest was heaving up and down.
"Sasuke." She whispered while running her hands through his tousled hair.
His eyes opened and he stared blankly at the ceiling, jaw clenched.
Hinata propped herself up and glanced at him.
His sharingan…it's spinning so fast.
As Sasuke's breath evened out, he closed his eyes and opened them to reveal his usual cold, onyx eyes.
"Sasuke." Hinata whispered again.
Ignoring her, he got up and walked out the door.
"I'm going for a walk." He muttered back.
Is this what he does when he's stressed? Walks?
"What's your favorite color?"
Sasuke stared at Hinata.
"I don't have one."
Furrowing her brows, Hinata asked once again.
This time Sasuke sighed and said, "Black."
Hinata nodded.
"Who is your favorite person?"
Sasuke raised his brows, a bit amused, and smirked at his wife.
He walked over to her and pulled her close.
Hinata blushed, stepped closer burying her head in his chest.
He chuckled softly. Hinata savored the sound of it and the feel of a deep rumbling in his chest.
Sasuke kissed the top of her head. "You guess."
"So, Hinata, what are five facts about Sasuke Uchiha."
Said girl blushed. "H-he doesn't like carrots." She muttered.
Sakura smiled and nodded encouragingly.
"He doesn't like Natto too. When he's stressed he takes long walks, his favorite color is black…"
She stopped.
Sakura stared at Hinata confused. "What else?"
Hinata's cheeks grew redder. "And his favorite person…is me."
Sakura smiled warmly at Hinata. "Good."
Sasuke smirked, but it wasn't smug, it was warm.
"On to our next assignment." Sakura declared.
The couple focused their attention to the pink-haired woman.
"Public affection."
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