Short
Hyuuga Hinata was short.
He hadn't noticed how short she was until he found himself preventing a precariously perched bag of flour from falling on her head. She barely came up to his the center of his chest yet she kept so many things in this kitchen out of easy reach for her height.
The fact that she did was stupid. The fact that she neglected to ask for help was worse.
Pale eyes looked up at him, surprised to see him anywhere else except for chained to his usual seat at the dining room table. A pale pink blush of embarrassment spread over her cheeks as he put the bag of flour on the counter.
"Thank you Sasuke." She said, sliding past him to continue cooking.
Instead of returning to the dining room, Sasuke moved to lean against the sink to watch the Hyuuga as she worked. She moved about the kitchen, too absorbed to notice him and methodically preparing what she needed to. It was interesting to see the usually shy woman look so determined in her task.
Soon the kitchen was filled with the smell of eggs and bacon and golden brown pancakes that made his stomach growl. It wouldn't be long before breakfast was ready. Just as Sasuke felt his hopes rise to be fed soon, the small Hyuuga stood on her toes and tried to grab plates from the cabinet. It wasn't as high up as the flour but still out of her reach.
Sasuke rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. Hinata jumped at the sound, plates forgotten as he walked up behind her.
"How many?" he asked flatly and she lowered herself down from her toes.
Had she always been this short?
"I…I can get it myself Sasuke."
"Hn."
He grabbed four plates from the cabinet and set them down anyway. She accepted them with a horribly stuttered 'thank you', yet again scurrying away so they weren't standing so close. There were now two things he knew about this woman.
She was odd...and short.