Kakashi's home was surprisingly...normal. It almost seemed that the man was...human.

The front door led directly to the living room, which consisted of a couch, a coffee table, and two large windows. Four doors led out from the living room, one to the kitchen, one to the bathroom, another to Kakashi's bedroom, and the last to...a closet?

As a precaution, Sasuke took the liberty of searching the apartment – thoroughly.

The kitchen was as plain as the living room. It had a small round table in the center, general appliances, and a few cabinets. The bathroom, as well, was simply a bathroom. There was nothing significant, nothing spectacular, or strange.

There was coffee in the coffee canister, laundry in the hamper, cookies in the cookie jar – complete and utter insanity! No traps, no weaponry – no hidden cameras!

The jounin seemed amused. "Looking for anything in particular?"

Sasuke glared at him with continued suspicion.

Kakashi sighed. "This is your room," he mentioned, motioning toward what Sasuke had assumed to be a closet.

Sasuke's new bedroom was very small, containing only a bed, a bureau, and a lamp. There was but one window which stood just over the bed. In fact, if someone stood outside of it, they could watch him sleep. As the apartment was on the ground floor, Sasuke was alarmed by how accessible it would be to fangirls.

"And this is your bed," said Kakashi, as though Sasuke could not, in fact, identify a bed. The gray-haired man placed his hand on the mattress and pressed down on the springs, causing them to creak. "Bouncy." Kakashi's visible eye crinkled eerily.

Sasuke was all too accustomed to his sensei's not-so-subtle implications that he needed to get laid. His eyebrow ceased to twitch only as the jounin lost interest in harassing him and strolled away. In his absence, Sasuke stared at the mattress, then he himself experimentally pressed on the springs.

Hum.


He was intrigued that she had returned. She...always returned.

When Hinata arrived to his apartment, Sasuke was sitting on the ground outside of it, one of his legs drawn, and his back to a wall. Hinata stared at him in confusion before kneeling down beside him.

"I'm allergic to shellfish," Sasuke said impassively. It was an arbitrary disclosure. As Hinata continued to stare, one of his eyebrows raised, as though she was the odd one.

Hinata lightly shook herself, suspending her confusion. "Yes – i-it was in your file," she said, noticing that Sasuke's hand had already snaked its way into the basket she clutched.

He paused halfway to retrieving something. He suddenly looked violated, perhaps wondering who else had access to his confidential medical information.

"Especially lobster," Hinata cheerfully added, proud of herself for her thorough research. She then frowned to herself. It was a shame. Lobster was delicious.

Sasuke simply eyed her, and Hinata's attention shifted back to their positions on the floor.

"Ano...why are you...?" She was distracted when Sasuke successfully detached the basket from her grasp, taking it into his custody.

"I've been forced to move in with Kakashi," he said.

Hinata blinked. "Oh..." she trailed off, absently staring at his lips. "Then why are you...?"

Sasuke bit an apple, then glanced her over. "I was hungry," he said flatly.

"R-right." She didn't know why she felt flustered all the sudden. It seemed Sasuke liked her cooking after all.

So lost was Hinata in her thoughts, she failed to notice as Sasuke got up and stalked away, her basket in tow. After a few moments, Hinata regained awareness of her surroundings, then blanched, and hurried after him.


Over the next few days, Kakashi watched as Sasuke came and went, usually covered in cuts and bruises from training with Naruto. "You probably haven't eaten. We have some canned-"

"Not hungry," Sasuke mentioned as he walked off.

Kakashi frowned. Sasuke never seemed to be hungry. He had no access to his money as it had all been seized by the village, and thus he had no means of getting food. Maybe he had an eating disorder? No...that just didn't seem consistent with his heavy training regime. "What do you eat?" Kakashi decided to ask. He was rather curious, what with always being stuck with instant foods himself.

His only answer was an awkward shrug. "...Whatever."

Kakashi stared as Sasuke entered his bedroom and snapped the door closed. The boy ate "whatever?"

It was the next morning, when Kakashi awoke early to prepare for a mission, that he heard voices. Voices, coming from Sasuke's bedroom. What the hell?

As much as Kakashi tried to ignore it – he couldn't! He found his feet carrying him toward the room.

Does he have a girl in there? Kakashi wondered, curious as hell. He was so curious, in fact, that he felt the need to press his ear to the door. Not Sakura? he wondered, listening the best he could.

That's when the door swung open to reveal the Uchiha himself, looking annoyed. "Can I help you with something?" he asked through grit teeth.

Kakashi rubbed the back of his head. He peered past Sasuke into the small room, but saw no one else. "Uh...no?"

When the door slammed shut in his face, Kakashi decided that next time he would, perhaps, try the window.

Over the next few days, Kakashi noticed other oddities about the Uchiha. When not training, the boy seemed to obsess himself with things like reading, cleaning, and...banging his head against hard surfaces. The gray-haired jounin truly tried his best to ignore these things, however, it was proving to be extremely difficult.

"Having...fun?" Kakashi bravely asked one afternoon, watching as Sasuke took the liberty of painting the walls of his bedroom...purple.

The brunette sent him a death glare. "It – was – too – white," he seethed.

Feeling alarmed, Kakashi decided to take his leave, What is going on with him? he wondered as he hurried off to the adult video store.

But as Sasuke's oddness grew, so did Kakashi's anxieties. Soon he could no longer take the curiosity! Deciding it was time to confront the teenager once and for all, Kakashi swallowed his nerves and knocked on Sasuke's bedroom door.


Hinata's head had been fuzzy over the past few days. Sometimes she got lost in her thoughts, and sometimes...her thoughts weren't very constructive at all. She regularly reminded herself to direct them to Naruto, and to stop thinking about the nin sitting across from her.

Sasuke was watching her that afternoon. He took to doing so blatantly now with no efforts to be subtle. Hinata could tell he was trying to repel her, but she was committed to her mission!

Sasuke, however, was on a completely different page. Still quietly surprised that he had managed to lure Hinata to his bedroom for the purposes of not having to see, hear, or share food with Kakashi, he was seated on his bed, where they ate together in silence. He privately wondered if she was naïve as she seemed, or if she was getting at what he was getting at... After several moments of eying her in contemplation, he bit the inside of his cheek and forced out three stupid words: "You look warm."

Hinata looked up, finally meeting his gaze. "What? No, I'm fine," she said dismissively. She went back to staring at his purple walls.

Sasuke's cheek twitched. The Hyuuga had the sexual aptitude of a carrot. "Take off your jacket," he said. He had meant to suggest it, but had ended up ordering it.

Hinata blinked. "W-why?"

She wasn't threatening in the sense that he thought she would kill him in his sleep or shave her head then mail him her hair. In fact, the Hyuuga was incredibly plain, so his undertaking should have been a lot easier. He saw the way she looked at him...then again, his experience with girls was incredibly limited. "It's warm in here," he reiterated. "You should take it off."

Hinata blushed. It seemed they were finally on the same page. "I-I c-can open the window-"

"Hyuuga," Sasuke deadpanned.

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock at door. Already impatient, Sasuke got up and unthinkingly answered it. He paused at seeing Kakashi.

Kakashi took the opportunity to look into the room. He was surprised to see the cute Hyuuga heiress sitting on Sasuke's bed whilst blushing hotly. His visible eye narrowing, Kakashi's gaze turned back to Sasuke, who seemed to be deliberating an answer to just the question the jounin was about to ask:

"What's going on in here?"