Empty-Handed
"Naruto."
Hinata pressed her lips together tightly. It was almost a frown but not quite. Every morning started like this. Sasuke would come to their house seeking Naruto's company only to be turned away. Each one of his visits reminded her of how alone she was. It reminded her of the catering questions that were piling up and Ino's constant inquiries about the flower arrangements.
It reminded her that her bed was cold.
"He's not here." She said finally.
Sasuke spared her a single nod before turning on his heel, clearly disgruntled at having made another worthless visit. Hinata bit her bottom lip as she watched him retreat. It would be rude to send him away with nothing. Each morning she had to turn him away empty-handed and frustrated.
It made her feel…inadequate.
"Uchiha-san wait!" she shouted before she could stop herself.
The dark-haired man turned around, a lazy black eye regarding her as if she were annoying. His gaze was intimidating and made her feel small but she was not one to back down. If Naruto had taught her anything it was to stand her ground. Squaring her shoulders, she opened the front door wider and gestured for him to enter.
"Please…um would you like to have breakfast with me? I made too much for just…just one" She said and Sasuke raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"I don't need your charity."
"It's not."
"I'll pass."
Hinata lowered her eyes, a stomach-churning embarrassment rising within her at his rejection. Was she really so pathetic that even the loneliest man in the village didn't want to be around her? She took a step back into the house, prepared to shut the door but a pale hand reached out to stop her. Pale eyes met dark ones.
A stomach that wasn't her own growled.