Author's Note: Well of course Interrogation will have a sequel. Eventually. This one is a spin-off of College and Study Date.

Sasuke and Hinata have an argument… Hinata storms off and Sasuke apologizes.

(requested by narutoimagine01)

"You owe me a kiss," he said, suddenly an amiable young man with a dashing smile that was so strange, and perfect, it was a little unnerving.

"Then why don't you c-come over here and take it?"

Sasuke did not read his next lines. Instead, he lowered his script, breathing in and out as he ran his hand through his hair. His eyes returned to hers. "Let's do those lines again," he said coolly. He went in and out of character so swiftly, it was almost beautiful.

Hinata nervously nodded. She could sense his growing impatience.

"You owe me a kiss," said Sasuke, causing the tension to fade and her anxiety to melt at the charming boy she knew he would never be. It seemed like a part better suited for Uzumaki Naruto, and yet Sasuke executed it impeccably. The fact that they would have to kiss in the coming moments made her heart hammer on her chest.
"Then w-why don't you c-come over h-here and-?"

Releasing a scoff, Sasuke dumped his script on the ground. Hinata stopped and stared at him.

"Why can't you get your shit together?" he snarled, suddenly pacing. Any trace of that faux affability had disappeared with his patience. "I won't deny that you're good – sometimes you're amazing. But every one of your characters has a fucking stutter." She had never seen him speak in more than brief sentences, unless he was doing a scene. "Do you think the professors are going to keep buying it? Why can't you handle this?"

She felt as though she had been punched in the chest. She struggled to breathe.

"Maybe you shouldn't be in this field."

"It's not m-me," Hinata said, finally managing to speak despite that she wanted to curl up in a hole. "And it's not my character, i-it's you. I only s-stutter in my scenes when I'm p-practicing with you!"

His lips parted. "Hinata…"

But she turned on her heel and stormed off, desperate to get away from him. She exited the room and blindly walked down the hall as she rubbed her eyes on the back of her hand. She slipped into one of the other theaters, through the main entrance. A play rehearsal was going on. Hinata quietly entered the dark room, taking a seat in the very back, where she was not visible to the actors, director, and stage hands in the front. As she understood, a theater student was putting together an adaptation of a Chinese story called "White Rose." In the story, a young girl is guided through a dangerous forest by someone she believes to be a monster. He takes on several forms throughout their journey, each more frightening than the last. But at the end of the story, he reveals his true face to her

Hinata sat there and watched, blinking back the remaining tears in her eyes. Her breathing evened out, though her shoulders continued to tremble.

She heard the door into the theater open behind her, and saw the strip of light that poured into the aisle from the corner of her eye. She held her breath and ducked her head, hoping that she would not be spotted. But then she felt someone take the seat beside her. "I didn't realize," he said.

Hinata did not respond, instead returning her focus to the play. The girl was confronting the beast once and for all. She demanded to see his true form, one she was certain would be devastating to her.

"Do that scene once more," the director called. He was in one of the front seats as he closely observed his actors. "And Ino, less emotion. I want to feel the tension."
Hinata nodded to herself as Ino performed the scene again, this time pulling back a good amount. It was a huge improvement.

"Hinata," Sasuke said, pulling her out of the show, like she had feared he would. "I didn't realize I intimidated you that much."

She wished they didn't have to work together all the time. Professor Umino said they had a certain "chemistry" that he liked, as did Professor Hatake. In fact, all the acting professors had this consensus. Hinata wondered if they all got together somewhere after school just to devise new methods of torturing their students.

Her eyes widened as Sasuke's hand touched hers that was gripping the armrest. He gently plucked her tense fingers off the chair, instead enwrapping them in his. She could never tell what was real and what was fake with Sasuke. Everyone knew he was an incredible actor. Maybe this was real. At least it felt real. She stared at their linked hands, barely visible through the darkness. Her gaze lifted to Sasuke's face. He was looking at the stage, his expression indifferent against the shadows that danced across it.

It was the last scene of the play. The protagonist was facing her guide, her eyes filling with realization as he finally showed her his true form. Crystalline tears slid down her cheeks, and Hinata could not help musing that Naruto and Ino worked well together. They had a certain…chemistry on stage. Ino bowed her head beneath her curtain of blonde hair, but Naruto lifted it. As the play came to an end, the director applauded, and Hinata would have as well, had she not remembered her fingers, still wrapped in Sasuke's.

"And, cut!"