Hinata doesn't like tomatoes. Sasuke is appalled.
(requested by jackstepher)
Clutching two large grocery bags, Hinata stumbled into her dark apartment late one afternoon.
"How can you not like tomatoes?"
Hinata dropped her bags, and nearly vomited from sheer terror. A lamp turned on to reveal Uchiha Sasuke sitting in an armchair in her living room. Hinata clutched her chest, fearing her heart would explode.
"S-Sasuke? H-how did you get in here?" Bruised oranges and dusty fishcakes littered the floor around her amongst her other fallen groceries.
Sasuke ignored her question. "I made you a tomato pie," he said, standing and walking to her kitchen.
"T-that's not even a thing!" Hinata pointed an accusing finger at him.
Sasuke simply began to set her small kitchen table. Hinata hesitated, and joined him. She had never been alone with her boyfriend, but she did not feel apprehensive about it.
Since the end of war, Sasuke had been overly involved in insignificant things. As he had accomplished all his lifelong goals at the ripe age of fifteen, he often took up other ones. Miniature ones. For one thing, he interpreted everything as a challenge, such as her offhanded mention that she disliked tomatoes the day before.
They took seats opposite each other at the circular table.
"You baked this?" said Hinata. Sasuke's pie looked amazing.
"Un."
"For me?" She blushed.
Sasuke eyed her. Instead of responding, he stood and drew his chidori blade. Shrieking, Hinata dove under the table. After a moment, when nothing seemed to have happened, she tentatively peeked over it again, to see that Sasuke had sliced the pie into neat little eighths. Releasing a nervous chuckle, Hinata climbed back into her seat.
"Here. This will cleanse you palate," said Sasuke, passing her a piece of ginger. Hinata munched on it, and choked. She grabbed her glass of water and drank in an effort to soothe her burning tongue.
Sasuke's cheek twitched. "Now try it," he said tersely.
Hinata lowered her glass and observed Sasuke's tense demeanor. She wondered if he was insecure about his cooking skills.
"Ano…okay," she said, feeling a smile tug at her lips. She lifted a piece of the pie with her fork and took a bite. As she chewed, a thoughtful expression crossed her face.
"So?" said Sasuke.
He paused as Hinata started to gag.
