It was Saturday night, yet the only sounds that filled the dorm were the clicking of calculator keys and the faint scratching of pencil on paper. Their exams were in a few days and they were in his room because their usual study spot, the library, was closed. And unlike Hinata, Sasuke didn’t have room mates. The single suite may have been more expensive, but he found that his privacy was worth every penny.
She was lying on the rug in his room, with sheets and sheets of paper splayed out around her. Physics formulas, worked problems, and scribbled out answers were scrawled across the scattered notes.
Sasuke was somehow already done with everything, simply hanging out on his bed and playing on the Nintendo DS while his friend suffered through the rest of the practice material.
Frustrated because she had been working for two straight hours and because Sasuke always seemed to finish in light speed, she flopped over with a huff.
Glancing over to her from his game, he smirked in amusement. She was cute when she was frustrated - with her arms crossed tightly and her brow furrowed. It was one of the few times a scowl would grace her features.
“You okay?” He asked casually, pausing in the middle of his boss battle.
She put down her pencil and pushed some of her papers away so she could scoot closer to him. He was perched cross-legged on the bed, but now adjusted himself to move closer to her too.
Mimicking her position, he lay on his stomach and rested his chin in his hands.
“I will be when I finish all of these practice problems.”
He raised his eyebrows at her, implying he was done and able to help her.
“Nooo,” she groaned. “I can’t ask for any more of your help! At this rate I should be paying you for tutoring me, but I think there’s a grand total of twenty three dollars and eighty cents in my bank account.”
He snorted. “Wait, doesn’t your dad own Hyuuga Corp?”
Hinata suddenly sat up, spine straight and determination set in her lavender eyes. “He does, but I wanted to prove I can make it on my own. He was more than a little upset I chose to major in pharmacy instead of business.”
“Pharmacy is a respectable field, you’ll make good money,” he offered.
A noncommittal shrug of her shoulders. “I know… I guess he just expected me to inherit the family business because I’m the eldest.”
He hopped off the bed to sit next to her, sensing this was a touchy subject. “You’re not going to disprove anyone if you don’t finish your physics,” he chided lightly. “And I’d help you for free - now show me where you’re stuck.”
Nudging her shoulder with his, he got her to turn to her homework.
She reluctantly shifted her focus back into study mode and pointed to her last problem. “Ok, so I’m not sure how to start this.”
Dark eyes scanned the question. “You need to convert this using this formula, then you plug your answer into that formula.”
After a while, she got the hang of those problems and shooed Sasuke away to go do something more exciting than helping her with schoolwork.
The clock was approaching 1 AM and she began to nod off. By 1:30, she was fast asleep, resting her head on top of her open physics textbook with a soft thunk.
That probably wasn’t comfortable. Or good for her neck.
Very carefully, Sasuke switched out the text book for a pillow and draped his blanket over her.
There. She looked comfortable now, for someone sleeping on a rug. He would have moved her to the bed, but he didn’t want to wake her.
Lying on the carpet next to her, he observed the subtle rise and fall of her shoulders and the occasional flutter of her lashes.
Some hair had fallen onto her face, so he reached out to gently tuck the strands behind her ear. Her nose twitched when he accidentally brushed her cheek and he couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that spilled forth.
She looked so at peace… Watching her, he felt like he was wrapped in cotton. Things were calm, quiet. He could have fallen asleep there, on the hard floor next to her.
Although the strands were out of her face, he continued to run his fingers through her silky hair. It was as soft as he speculated it would be, since the day they met in the coffee shop. He noted that it was also more of a deep blue-violet color than black when it caught the light just right -
He nearly jumped at the obnoxious pounding on his door. Miraculously, the sleeping girl didn’t wake. It would’ve been painfully awkward to explain why his fingers were combing through her tresses - if he could even rationally explain his actions.
“Hey! Bastard, open up!” Naruto’s shouting could probably be heard from the other side of the damn building.
Sasuke quickly threw open the door, ready to chew his friend out for being so insanely loud.
“Shut the hell up, some people are trying to sleep,” he hissed.
“Don’t bullshit me, I saw your light on and know you don’t go to bed til 2 or 3.”
“I didn’t mean myself.”
“Oh?” The blonde perked up and tried to peer into the room like a nosy mother, but his vision was obscured by Sasuke beginning to close the door. “Do you have a girl over or something?!”
He was excited, practically bouncing on his heels. How he had such large reserves of energy, especially at this time of night, Sasuke didn’t know.
“Fuck off,” he replied, without any real malice.
“Dude, are you for real? Congrats! I was wondering when I’d have to order an escort for you to - augh!”
Clutching his arm, Naruto frowned at the Uchiha. “Fine, fine, I got the message! I’ll leave.” The hyperactive man turned around and trudged down the hallway, but not before winking at his friend. “Don’t forget to use protection!”
Sasuke sent one last scathing glare at the blonde before abruptly shutting the door.
Gears churned in Naruto’s head as he tried to figure out who Sasuke could have possibly invited to his room at this hour.
Sasuke was indifferent to most people, diligently turning down love struck admirers left and right since middle school. He even skipped class on Valentine’s day, reporting fake symptoms each year. On the rare occasion that Naruto was able to drag the stoic teen to a school social, Sasuke sulked in the corner and didn’t dare dance with anyone.
Naruto thought that maybe romance wasn’t Sasuke’s jam - and that was ok. They were best friends and he would’ve supported Sasuke no matter what.
So the question remained… Who was the mystery person that wormed their way into his heart?
currently avoiding my drafts so i thought i’d throw one of these out there again. please LIKE OR REBLOG if you’d be interested in roleplaying with a post civil war (verse dependent) smol metal man who’s trying to find his way and purpose. ptsd prone nightmares and inquisitive therapy sessions fill up most of his days, but when it does, he loves to find connections and people to talk to. memes are always welcome, questions are always welcome, and we only ask that you’re 18+. we write NOVELLA style, so if that’s your cup of tea, come on down and stay up all night to GET BUCKY.