A preview to the next part / a hint at what's messing up our Hidan…
"Was it good?"
Hidan stayed back and waited for Deidara, who was washing up alone tonight. The blonde glanced at Hidan briefly he plugged the sink.
Deidara sighed in exasperation and wiped his wet hand on his pants.
"It wasn't that great,"
Hidan just nodded, but his cheeks were suddenly tingling as the smile spread across his face. Deidara cocked his head, wondering what was making Hidan smile so much, and then returned his attention to the stack of dirty dishes in front of them.
Hidan watched as Deidara scrubbed the first few plates. His mind made up once and for all, he pushed the Iwa nin aside as gently as he could.
"Here," he mumbled shyly, his discomfort at being so affectionate exemplified by the blush that was blindingly obvious on his cheeks. "I'll do them for you,"