Ino cast a concerned glance at Naruto as he entered the classroom, arriving late to the dismay of their teacher.
"You're late, Mr. Uzumaki," the teacher sternly remarked.
Naruto let out a weary sigh before taking his seat, his mind clearly preoccupied.
Sensing his troubled state, Ino leaned over, concern etched on her face. "What's got your panties in a twist?" She whispered, her voice laced with genuine curiosity.
Naruto turned to her, his expression a mix of frustration and longing. "Hinata," he confessed, his gaze momentarily drifting towards the front of the classroom.
Ino raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "Oh, did she reject you?" She inquired, unable to contain her curiosity.
Naruto shook his head, his eyes filled with a hint of sadness. "It's complicated," he murmured, his attention shifting back to the teacher.
As the teacher continued with the lesson, Ino couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Naruto. She knew that his feelings for Hinata ran deep, and seeing him in such a troubled state tugged at her heartstrings.
In a hushed tone, Ino leaned closer to Naruto, her voice filled with compassion. "If you ever want to talk about it, you know I'm here for you, right?" She whispered, offering him a reassuring smile.
Naruto turned to her, gratitude flickering in his eyes. "Thanks, Ino," he replied softly. "I appreciate it."
The tension in the room was palpable as Hinata and Sasuke attempted to work together, their previous encounter casting an uncomfortable shadow over their interactions. Hinata reluctantly occupied Sasuke's desk, while he brooded on his bed, their proximity only amplifying the unease between them.
Hinata couldn't help but release frustrated sighs, each one triggering an irritable response from Sasuke.
Fed up with her audible exhalations, he snapped at her, his annoyance evident in his tone. "Can you shut up?" He blurted out, his eyes glaring at her with irritation.
Startled, Hinata met his gaze, her confusion apparent. "What?" She queried, genuinely taken aback by his sudden outburst.
"I said shut up," Sasuke reiterated, his impatience growing.
Unable to contain her emotions, Hinata let out another sigh, unintentionally provoking Sasuke further. In a swift motion, he rose from his bed, crossed the room, and grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks tightly. The sudden physical contact caught Hinata off guard, her discomfort evident in her expression.
"Can you let go of me, please," Hinata mumbled, her voice barely audible. Sasuke, however, remained silent, his grip firm as he locked eyes with her. In that intense moment, a multitude of unspoken emotions hung in the air, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills.
Summoning her courage, Hinata mustered a faint whisper. "Sasuke, please..." Before she could finish her plea, his gaze softened, his grip on her face loosening slightly. Their eyes locked, and in that vulnerable moment, Hinata glimpsed a flicker of something unexpected in Sasuke's gaze.
Without warning, Sasuke closed the remaining distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a sudden and surprising kiss. It was a kiss that held a tumultuous mix of frustration, longing, and pent-up emotions. Hinata's eyes widened in shock, her mind swirling with a whirlwind of sensations.
For a fleeting moment, time stood still as their lips lingered together, their connection rife with complexity and confusion. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the electric current that passed between them. Hinata's initial resistance softened as she found herself responding, her lips tentatively moving against his in a mixture of curiosity and surrender.
But as quickly as it began, the kiss ended, leaving Hinata breathless and wide-eyed, searching Sasuke's face for answers. His expression held a blend of intensity and vulnerability, his usual stoic facade momentarily shattered.
"S-Sasuke, what was that for?" She inquired softly, her fingers instinctively touching her lips, still tingling from the lingering sensation.
Sasuke, his frustration simmering beneath the surface, remained silent, his brooding gaze fixed on some distant point in the room. His internal battle waged fiercely, torn between conflicting desires and the weight of his own emotional turmoil. With a deep, exasperated sigh, he settled back onto his bed, seemingly dismissing Hinata's presence.
A spark of determination ignited within Hinata, and she refused to let his dismissive behavior go unaddressed. She stood tall, her voice steady yet tinged with a hint of defiance. "You can't just kiss me and then ignore me," she asserted, her gaze piercing through his emotional defenses. Hinata's words hung in the air, waiting for Sasuke's response.
A frustrated groan escaped Sasuke's lips as he grappled with his inner turmoil.
"Sasuke?" Hinata's voice quivered with surprise as she found herself pinned beneath him on the bed, her heart racing with a mix of confusion and apprehension.
Sensing her unease, Sasuke's frustration seeped into his voice as he spoke, his words laced with a tinge of annoyance. "Do I still look like Naruto to you in this position?" He questioned, his frustration palpable.
Blushing furiously, Hinata shook her head, her eyes wide with both embarrassment and realization. "I-Is this what it's about? You're insecure because I mistook you for him?" She stammered, attempting to make sense of the complex emotions swirling within her.
Sasuke inched closer, his face inches away from hers, his gaze searching for an answer. "Do I look like that idiot to you?" He demanded.
Before Hinata could respond, the door swung open, breaking the charged atmosphere that had enveloped them.
Itachi, leaning casually against the doorframe, glanced at the scene before him with a knowing smirk. "Ah, I see you're still working on 'homework'," he remarked, his voice laced with playful insinuation.
Hinata's cheeks flushed deeper as she tried to push Sasuke off, her embarrassment magnified by Itachi's unexpected presence.
However, Sasuke remained unmoving, his eyes locked with Hinata's. "Get out, Itachi," Sasuke spat, his anger seething beneath his words as he maintained his unwavering gaze on Hinata. The intensity of their connection held a multitude of unspoken emotions, and neither of them seemed willing to let go.
Itachi, seemingly unfazed by his brother's outburst, offered a knowing smile and left the room, giving the two of them a semblance of privacy.
Left alone once again, Hinata and Sasuke were left to confront the depths of their feelings, the room grew charged with an undeniable tension as Sasuke's impatience boiled over. His voice dripped with frustration as he uttered, "answer that fucking question, Hinata."
Hinata's breath hitched at his intensity, but she mustered the courage to shake her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "No, you don't look like him at all," she responded, her words tinged with a mix of relief and sincerity.
Sasuke's grip on her tightening as he pulled her closer. Without warning, he pressed his lips against hers again in a passionate kiss, leaving Hinata momentarily breathless. The world around them faded into insignificance as their connection deepened in that fleeting moment. Sasuke then pulled back, his gaze locked with hers, his question lingering in the air.
"Do our kisses feel the same?" He asked, his voice laden with a desperate yearning for affirmation.
Hinata's heart raced, and she shook her head once again, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and honesty. "No," she whispered.
Sasuke's frustration grew, evident in the way he abruptly pulled away from Hinata, disentangling himself from their proximity. A pained expression crossed his face as he struggled to comprehend the implications of her words. "Then how could you have mistaken us?" He questioned, his voice laced with confusion.
Hinata's heart sank as she witnessed the turmoil brewing within Sasuke. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly, wanting to ease his distress. "Sasuke, I... I was drunk," she stammered, her voice filled with remorse. "At that moment, everything was so overwhelming, and I made a mistake."
Sasuke turned away, his back now facing Hinata, as he grappled with his own emotions. "Maybe we both need to figure things out," he suggested, his words hinting at a desire for something more unconventional. Hinata's brows furrowed, unsure of what he meant.
"What do you mean?"
Sasuke turned back to face her, his expression unintelligible. "Hinata, what if we become... friends with benefits?" He proposed, his gaze searching hers for any sign of agreement.
Hinata's eyes widened, taken aback by his suggestion. The thought of such an arrangement both intrigued and scared her, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within her. She hesitated, unsure of how to respond.
Naruko's cheerful voice filled the air as she entered the room, her eyes lighting up upon seeing Naruto. With a playful bounce in her step, she approached him, enveloping him in a warm hug. "Oh hey, what up, twin!" She exclaimed, her excitement evident in her voice. "What brings you home? Not that I'm not happy to see you, but you haven't visited us in a while."
Naruko noticed Naruto's lack of reciprocation in the hug and immediately sensed that something was amiss. Concern etched on her face, she gently pulled back, her eyes searching his face for answers. "What's wrong?" She inquired. "Is it Hinata? You always get like this when it involves Hinata."
Naruto nodded, his shoulders slumping as he leaned his head onto Naruko's shoulder. The weight of his emotions was evident in his posture and the heaviness in his voice. "Yeah, it's Hinata," he confessed. "But it's not what you think. It's not about her rejecting me or anything like that."
Naruko furrowed her brows, genuinely puzzled. "Then what happened, Naru? Please tell me," she implored, her concern for her brother evident in her voice.
Naruto revealed the truth to Naruko. "Hinata... she slept with Sasuke," he confessed, his voice tinged with a mix of sadness and disappointment.
Naruko's eyes widened in shock, her brows furrowing as she processed the unexpected revelation. "Woah," she exclaimed, her surprise evident. "I didn't know she was that type of girl. I mean, she's my love, but I always thought she was still a virgin."
Naruto withdrew slightly, rubbing the back of his neck as he averted his gaze. The weight of the situation and the realization he was about to share hung heavily on him. "Well, about that," he began. "There's something you should know..."
Naruko's eyes widened even further, a mix of curiosity and disbelief taking hold. "Omg! No way!" She exclaimed, her voice filled with a blend of shock and intrigue. The revelation had sparked a curiosity within her, eager to hear Naruto's explanation and uncover the full truth behind the complexities of Hinata's actions. "You and Hinata?" She exclaimed. The shock slowly morphed into realization. "Ah, this is like...O-M-G," she gasped, struggling to find the right words to express her astonishment. "Oh my! And she slept with Sasuke!"
Naruto's shoulders slumped, the weight of the situation evident in his expression. "Yeah, it's a lot to take in."
"I mean, Hinata and Sasuke... I never saw that coming."
"It turns out... Hinata mistook Sasuke for me," he confessed.
"Wait, she thought she was with you?"
"Yeah, it was a misunderstanding. She didn't realize it was Sasuke until it was too late."
"Oh, Naruto... that must have been so difficult for both of you," she said softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm.
"It's been really tough," he admitted.
"I know you might not want to hear this, but... Maybe you should consider moving on," Naruko gently suggested, her voice filled with empathy. She paused, giving Naruto a moment to absorb her words. "I mean, I know you guys have feelings for each other, but is it enough to be okay with the fact that she slept with your male best friend?"