Before she realized, Sasuke Uchiha was in the very back of her mind, and she was already 13. Now an actual ninja, she was exhausted all the time, and hardly ever saw anything of her fellow rookie 9, which unfortunately meant less of Naruto as well.
Taking in a few more ragged breathes, Hinata half-heartedly brushed off the debris from her training, and took achy steps to the nearby stream. Making it to the shore of the water, she sat in the vibrant green, and hugged her knees to her chest. Training was getting the best of her. If only she could get her techniques right and finally impress father, and maybe even get a certain someone to look at her and...
Hinata's right ear twitched when the familiar crunch of footsteps in grass came from behind her, and sensing them to be rather leisurely and unguarded, she stayed where she was and threw a glance at what was approaching.
Almost gaping as wide as possible, Hinata took in the sight of the Uchiha boy, looking as passive as ever (hands stuffed in his pockets and everything) taking a seat next to her in the grass. His raven hair gently being combed through by the breeze, his eyes trained on the water flowing in front of them, he just sat. Next to her.
Hinata was speechless, flustered, and cherry red all at the same time. Sasuke, the boy that watched her in school, was sitting a foot away from her, and he was just so darn emotionless about it. Did this mean anything? Should she even consider it, really?
Hinata felt like they were sitting there for hours, and her body that so badly wanted to relax from over exerting herself was now stiff and tense, and her heart was racing. Sasuke wouldn't even give her the courtesy of saying a single word.
Just when her breath had slowed from its erratic rhythms, Sasuke covered her hand with his. Hinata nearly gave herself whiplash looking back up to him, but she could see nothing but the back of his spiked hair, his head twisted away from her. Just before she fainted, Hinata could almost feel his fingers gently, and dare she think sheepishly entangle themselves with hers.