Pancakes
Sasuke was…strange.
He didn't say much. Whether it was because he was rude or because he didn't have much to talk about, Hinata wasn't quite sure. It was a stark contrast to being around her fiance. Tall tales of toads and mishaps no longer filled their kitchen. The silence in its place was deafening. Week in and week out she was alone. Sasuke was quiet but with him came a different kind of communication.
It was a strange way of talking.
The way his brows furrowed together told her that his eggs were too salty. His utter avoidance of anything sweeter than an orange told her that she should never bother offering him her precious cinnamon rolls. His plate clearing faster than she could sit down told her that he was not yet satisfied and wanted more. He and Naruto may be different in many ways but they both had the same insatiable appetite.
Hinata smiled to herself as she watched the Uchiha pull another pancake off of the center stack. He ignored the syrup as he had for his previous pancakes. Using his only hand, he cut the pancake into smaller pieces with his fork. What was this now? His fourth? Fifth? Dark eyes narrowed at her mid-bite.
"What?" he asked and Hinata shook her head.
"Nothing!"
Sasuke looked at the morsel on his fork and back up at her. She wasn't sure what was going on his mind but he looked almost angry. Just as she felt an apology slipping out her mouth, Sasuke took a bite.
"These are good." He said gruffly.
Hinata blushed and stared pointedly at her own half eaten plate.
"Thank you."
"Hn."
He would never say it but she knew that he would return as he had every morning for the last two weeks. Mentally Hinata made a note to pick up more eggs for herself…and his pancakes.