CCNote: Someone reviewed saying there was a poop scene in this story? There is no poop scene?
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The apartment was small but well put together. He didn't know much about the Hyuuga but he knew that she was a former heiress. Her family wouldn't allow her to live in squalor. Everything looked as if it had been handpicked by a discerning eye and cared for meticulously.
Not a pillow out of place.
Not a speck of dirt to be found.
It came in stark contrast to the apartment he'd just left behind. Medical scrolls took up every flat surface, half empty inkwells perched precariously as they fought for space on the tables. The apartment was merely an extension of Sakura's office. Everything within it screamed her. Bright colors. Mismatched fabrics. The faint scent of cherry blossoms and antiseptic. It was all her.
Here…there was nothing.
He would've imagined that the dobe's home would have traces of him as well. Naruto was not the most organized person, so he'd imagined a house filled with half-empty ramen containers and dirty clothes on the floor. Outside of a few pictures that hung on the wall, the house didn't look like it was lived in. He stared at one picture of their old team, his left eye twitching at the bright orange boy in the middle.
Naruto was so annoying back then…
"Uchiha-san, the tea is ready." Hinata called out and he tore his eyes away from the picture.
She set a tray down on the table as he took a seat, smoothly setting a cup in front of him before filling it halfway. Her movements were graceful and well-practiced. Gestures such as these were wasted on someone like Naruto who was happier drinking cheap tea from a can. Sasuke picked up his cup and brought the saucer to his lips. Over the brim he noticed the Hyuuga staring at him intently with wide pale eyes.
"You're staring." He said flatly, placing his cup down without drinking. "Stop."