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Prompt: SasuHina (obviously) Sasuke being absolute shit at flirting, completely unsuave, and Hinata being adorably oblivious.(or is she?) :P

AN: she definitely knows lol. Warning: this is a mess lmaoo.

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“Spar?”

“No.”

Sasuke had asked her to spar with him every day for the past two weeks, which would be fine if he wasn’t purposely going easy on her. His punches never connected, Chidori was incredibly off, he had even replaced his katana with a fake one.

Hinata was no pampered princess. She served in the same war as he did. She deserved to be treated fairly. He was simply wasting their times.

“Why?” asked Sasuke.

“You always go easy on me,” said Hinata.

“I can go hard for you—,” he said. A splash of embarrassment hit his face in the strangest yet satisfying way before returning to that blank, stoic default expression. He clearly wanted to correct himself but his pride was too large.

Hinata forced away a smile. He was seriously having an internal battle within himself over it.

“You fight good,” He blurted out.

It was like watching a person that is usually the ideal imagine of balance being spun around thirty times and tilted at an angle. Or as if every emotion in his head was fighting to speak.

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life/death

i present to you... the life and death au! sasuhina-flavored, of course.

Death is secretly in love with Life.

He purposely hides and watches her from afar. She never fails to come, to bid farewell to her creations. Where her tears fall, plants emerge and thrive. Flowers bloom in her wake. He is absolutely taken with her.

One day, when he releases the spirit of her favorite tree, she calls out to him.

No.

Any tree but this one; this one was her favorite.

When she wasn't busy tending to the many creatures she brought into the world, she was here, perched on the cherry tree's thick branches and reveling in the beauty of nature.

Winter was the best time to come, as the tree's light pink, almost white, flowers were in bloom. Things were quieter for her in the winters, so she visited as often as she could - she was fascinated with the dance of petals as they drifted to the snow-covered ground.

(Incidentally, it was one of his busiest seasons.)

The harsh, mechanical whirring of chainsaws brought him back to the present situation.

Humans were cutting down her favorite tree and he could do nothing but wait until its soul was free from the vessel.

He felt the prickle of impatience. He knew she would arrive, she did for every one of her children.

It was inevitable.

The whirring continued until the massive trunk fell in a deafening crash, its branches shaking and cracking from the impact.

A ghostly version of the tree materialized where its physical body once stood, tall and beautiful, now wispy and opaque.

He touched the volatile form and it dissipated slowly, leaving a rain of transient flower petals in its wake.

As mesmerizing as the display was, he needed to leave. She would be there soon.

He retreated into the forest, staying until the humans were long gone and the sun was swallowed by the horizon.

Eventually, a barely visible glow became present near the stump of the cherry tree. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought it to be a firefly. But the light grew and from it, a luminous figure materialized.

Ah, there she was - the embodiment of life.

His counterpart.

He would never grow tired of seeing her, watching her celebrate her creations as they came into the world, and how she mourned them when they passed.

She gave and he took, and together, they balanced the universe.

His only regret was that he had to do so from afar. They had great history between them, but he feared that she would grow to resent him for his duty.

Thus, he pushed her away before that could happen.

Despite his attempts at distance, it seemed he was tethered to her. He was compelled to keep watch over her from a distance.

It was illogical. Nonsensical.

She didn't need protecting. They were immortal beings and could not be influenced by worldly dangers.

He supposed… he supposed he felt a strong connection towards her, the only other being that has been a constant in this never ending existence.

A sigh escaped him, a very human-like action that displayed nostalgia, longing, fatigue. He always got like this when he thought about her.

Unable to get her out of his conscious, he continued to observe her instead.

She sat near the remains of the tree, running her hand over the fresh, exposed wood and leaving soft moss and ferns on the surface.

Her back was turned to him, so he could not see her face, but she must have been crying. The sudden bloom of lavender orchids in the dirt beneath her betrayed her tears. She was grieving, as he expected she would.

Seeing her in pain tugged at him. It made him wish he did not have to take away the things she loved so dearly.

"Sasuke."

Her gentle voice rang as clear as a bell and he was taken back.

He hadn't heard his true name spoken aloud in millennia. It was forgotten with time, as people began to see death as an omen, rather than a god.

Not to mention the fact that they hadn't spoken in years, possibly centuries. It was hard to keep track when the concept of time was inconsequential.

She rose to her full height, nearly rivaling the surrounding trees, and turned around - her eyes as piercing as he remembered… Pale and iridescent, they rooted him in place.

Her step was light; the only indication of her presence were the emerging sprouts beneath her bare feet as she approached.

He waited in anticipation for her to strike out at him. To tell him off, anything. He expected her to do anything but embrace him.

The touch sent a shock through his system. She was so warm. Like the first rays of sun after a long, treacherous night.

His arms lay prone at his side, the sheer intensity of feeling overwhelmed him and rendered him motionless.

"I don't resent you for what you do."

Pulling back (much to his dismay), she stared deeply into his eyes. So much so that it seemed she was peering into his soul. If he had one, that is.

She had missed his eyes the most. They were endlessly black, much like The Beyond from which they were born. But there was so much more in those irises - there were millions of pin pricks of light shining in them; stars, she thought. Or maybe the souls that he helped release.

"I have accepted you and your duty long ago… You mustn't feel guilty about it," her tone conveyed genuine emotion, "You have to put these beings at rest so I can bring new ones in."

She smiled, enhancing her already brilliant glow, as she stroked his cheek. Small, delicate flowers were left in the wake of her touch, blossoming briefly before decaying into dust.

"It is a necessary and beautiful cycle."

He tentatively brought his own hand to her cheek and mirrored her actions, marveling at the sensation of touch.

They were ethereal, unable to interact with anything on the physical plane. As one can imagine, this led to a very lonely existence.

"I've missed you," he breathed, his voice cracking from misuse.

"Hinata, I've missed you so much."

Her smile became forlorn and she took hold of his hands, gripping them firmly.

"I'm right here." She stepped in closer, until they were mere inches apart. "I always have been."

Although he had been around since the beginning of time, he was no good with expressing himself. So he pulled her close, tucking her form into his, and hoped she understood.

Her arms wrapped around him in return and he could feel her let out a deep exhale. It was the sigh of relief from someone who came home after a long trip.

'She did,' he thought.

She always seemed to understand him.

Some days, he felt damned. He would wonder why he was stuck performing this thankless job for eternity.

But in this moment, he was grateful. For the countless centuries he spent loathing this existence, he finally found something that was worth it. And he would hold on to it as long as he possibly could - until the sun burned out and rendered everything obsolete, or until the universe finally caved in on itself.

Because they were Life and Death.

They were meant for each other.

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requests are open! i’m coming upon a dry spell in creativity/motivation so if anyone has a headcanon or AU they’d like to see come to life in words, i might write it 😉

drop by my ask box or messages! it will probably take some time cause i’m working full time so please be patient 🙏

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momentum - 7

chapter 7

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"You two aren't dating?" Itachi stopped stirring the chicken and onions. He had just asked about their relationship when Sasuke broke the news that they weren't together.

Sasuke kept chopping carrots and replied nonchalantly. "No."

The sizzle of stagnant food filled the kitchen and he had to remind his older brother not to burn their dinner. They were having curry tonight.

Resuming his task, Itachi narrowly avoided ruining the chicken.

"You certainly appeared to be in a relationship," he commented while adding spices, then broth.

Sasuke moved on to cutting peeled potatoes and didn't respond immediately.

"We're not." There was a marked stiffness to his tone.

He had touched a nerve and decided to push. "Did you tell her?"

"Tell her what?"

Itachi scoffed lightly. "That you like her."

"Of course I like her," he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "She doesn't need me to tell her that."

"Romantically," Itachi emphasized his point with a wave of his spoon - it was like pulling teeth to get Sasuke to talk about his feelings. He noted that he had an easier time interrogating hardened criminals than his closed off brother.

Unable to deny the accusation, he became tight-lipped instead; head down and bangs obscuring his features as he paid a suspicious amount of attention to the potatoes. Though, if he didn't stop his assault with the knife, the diced chunks would become minced very soon.

If it was this difficult for Sasuke to talk about his feelings with his own brother, then Itachi concluded that he hadn't told her yet. It was likely he hadn't even hinted at it.

"Oh, little brother," Itachi lamented. "Nothing but heartache will come out of pining."

Sasuke gave him the cut-up vegetables as well as a look of mild annoyance. "As if you know anything about it."

He was being testy but Itachi took the jab well, chuckling. "Yes, but you underestimate what I've learned from observation."

Even if Itachi was married to his career, with its odd and long hours, he still possessed knowledge of romance from indirect life experiences. Meaning he soaked up bits and pieces from his friends, literature, and people-watching. While he did not consider himself an expert by any means, he knew enough to give decent advice.

The younger Uchiha tried to move past his stubbornness, knowing his brother was right. And if he was going to talk about this with anyone, it would be with Itachi. So, he sighed and conceded. "I don't want to ruin our friendship."

Itachi stirred in the potatoes and carrots, then placed a lid on the pot to let the stew simmer. Setting down his spoon and facing the young man, he sighed as well. Onyx eyes met a similar pair and he stated, "You risk failure with every action you take. Although," the corners of his mouth turned up wistfully, "father would have argued that Uchihas never fail."

A slight smirk appeared at the mention of his father's familial pride, which bordered on arrogance.

Then it fell when he remembered the subject at hand, crossing his arms at the vulnerability that came with the mere thought of confessing. He didn't want to think about opening up and getting hurt as a result.

Sensing his hesitation, Itachi spoke again. "What's the worst thing that could happen? She's disgusted and rejects you completely, cutting off your friendship and refusing to speak with you."

He scowled. "Hinata wouldn't, she's nicer than that."

"I'm sure she is," Itachi assured him. From his impression of her, she seemed sweet; the type that picked up stray animals from the street. "Now what's the best outcome? She's madly in love with you too and you sweep her off her feet and ride into the sunset, happily ever after."

Something in Sasuke's chest fluttered at the idea of her acceptance, but he was stopped short by the worry that she didn't reciprocate his feelings. He was confident that if he hadn't pursued their friendship, she wouldn't have given him a second glance. Sure, he might have been considered a heart-throb (to his contempt), but she wasn't swayed by shallow qualities like looks or money.

The irony; to be adored by many, but to fall for the one person that wouldn't have paid him any mind.

"But what's likely to happen? If she doesn't like you in that way, then she turns you down gently because she cares about you. And because she values your friendship, she won't break it off."

It would sting, yet it was better than being flat out rejected and subsequently ignored.

"If she does like you, then all is well and you two will officially make a cute couple."

Itachi's words held sound logic that he couldn't refute. "Sometimes I forget you have a degree in psychology."

"And criminology," his brother quipped. "I dual majored."

"Right. Watch the curry," Sasuke gestured to the pot that was steaming profusely.

"Ah," the chef quickly grabbed the wooden spoon and set to mixing.

Gathering the knife and cutting board, he placed them in the sink and rolled up his sleeves. He contemplated while he washed the utensils. As he thought about the potential outcomes of confessing, a strange combination of anxiety and hope churned in his stomach.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad…

The Hyuuga sisters were sitting on Hinata's bed and relaxing in each other's company, as they missed each other dearly. The younger of the two just completed the semester and was now entirely free to catch up.

"Tell me everything," Hanabi propped her head up with her palms and gave Hinata her full attention. "Every detail of everything you did this past year."

Hinata giggled. "I'll try my best." She paused to think before excitement lit her features. "Oh! I made a new friend!"

Her sister grinned in response, happy for Hinata.

"I met him through mutual friends, at this coffee -"

She interrupted, "Wait, did you say him?"

"Yes?" Lavender eyes narrowed in questioning.

Hanabi's brows wiggled suggestively. "Pictures, pictures," she demanded.

A faint blush colored her cheeks at the teasing, "Hanabi, two of my best friends are guys."

"Yeah but you practically grew up with Shino and Kiba, I know you don't like like them. Now show me." She was insistent, eager to see who her sister was spending time with. Hinata barely posted about herself on social media, mostly posting about food, places, or cute animals. When they texted, the college student would mention hanging out with new people, but Hanabi assumed they were more acquaintances than anything since she didn't gush about them. Lastly, she was shy, which made it harder for her to make close friends.

Never able to refuse her baby sister, Hinata pulled out her phone and scrolled though her photo album. She chose to display a candid of Sasuke she took on a whim. That day, they sat next to a window in the library and she momentarily glanced up from her notes to her study partner, only to be stunned by the sight.

He was ethereal.

With dusk approaching, the lighting illuminated his high cheekbones and strong jaw; his skin was practically glowing. Not to mention his hair... The setting sun's rays did justice to the normally solid raven tresses, lending them an unnatural radiance. He was relaxed, mouth barely parted, and admiring the forest that bordered their side of the library. Although she preferred his rare genuine smile, she found herself strangely attached to his calm countenance as well.

It was her favorite photo of him... For artistic purposes, of course.

Hanabi clutched her arm and emphatically declared, "He's hot."

Dodging the statement, she grinned and cocked her head. "You're fourteen, he's too old."

The high school student rolled her eyes, grumbling something about being born at the wrong time. "Go on with your story," she pressed.

Hinata continued, relaying how they met to their studying and gradual friendship – they sat together in physics lecture and frequented downtown Konoha on the weekends, exploring a new place each time. She told her how she owed Sasuke her life for his physics help, but she would make it up to him when they took chemistry together in the upcoming fall semester. Chemistry was her favorite subject, and for good reason, because she wanted to become a pharmacist.

"Wow," Hanabi breathed out. "Does he have a brother? It's obvious he's all yours."

"What? No, it's not -"

Ignoring her sister's protests and ruffled behavior, she continued. "You two will have the most beautiful kids." Sniffling, she pretended to dab away non-existent tears, "My Hinata is all grown up!"

Looking beyond the exaggerations, Hinata pondered. What if her words had merit? She hadn't really considered Sasuke in that light before, enjoying his friendship too much to even think about turning it into a relationship. Her pulse unexpectedly quickened at the thought of that change.

No, he was far too handsome to even look at her romantically. Way out of her league, she decided. More often than not, she was on the receiving end of angry, jealous, and even devastated glances when they went out. She wished she could wave a sign around that stated, in bold and large font, that they weren't together. Though he's never complained to her about it, she worried she was ruining Sasuke's chances at dating by spending so much time with him and casting the false image that he was taken.

And several times during the semester, she's seen Sasuke approached by stunning girls with legs for miles and the occasional boy, equally as beautiful, while waiting alone at their designated meet up spot. Each instance, she watched him easily reject the person and then scan the area for her, making a quick getaway upon spotting her. She secretly wondered why he dismissed these gorgeous strangers; if he turned them down, maybe it was because he was holding out to date someone even more beautiful, if possible.

He was a bit peevish when that happened so she would tease him for being popular, famous even. "Maybe you could model, your dashing good looks will make you rich and you wouldn't have to live on a college student budget."

Throwing an arm around her shoulders, he briefly squeezed her for the cheeky behavior. "No thanks. I'd rather live on a college student budget than be chased by rabid fans that only want me for my appearance."

She laughed and leaned into him, comfortable in his embrace. "I'm sure they'll be charmed when they find out about your casual indifference and frequent brooding."

Now it was his turn to huff in amusement. "Those are my most attractive features."

Her mind wandered out of the memory and into the present, where Hanabi was still discussing the children that would result from her and Sasuke's union.

"Do you think they'll have pale or dark eyes? Or what if one was black and the other white? Hmm."

Hinata's cheeks turned a lovely scarlet, which her sister picked up on. "Looks like you're curious about your future kids too."

"Hanabi!" She admonished. "I'm only nineteen and if things work out, I'll be a full-time student for the next seven years." Then she added, almost as an afterthought. "And Sasuke and I are friends."

"Not for long…" the girl muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, nothing," she dismissed and cleared her throat. "Now about his brother?"

"Definitely not, he's at least ten years older than you," Hinata asserted with a no-nonsense tone. Age gaps didn't faze her if both parties were of the age of consent, but Hanabi was barely fourteen. Changing the subject, she asked, "What happened to Konohamaru?"

Hanabi's shift in attitude was so immediate, it was almost concerning - from disappointed to wrathful in a split second.

"That punk," she began with a sour expression.

Hinata grabbed a pillow and reclined to a more comfortable position. She had a feeling this story would be a long one.

The first thing he did when he woke up in the morning was check his phone. Yes, he admitted to himself, the new habit was because of Hinata. He'd be a dirty liar if he said he didn't enjoy texting her. In fact, he looked forward to it, to learning obscure facts about her like her aversion to shrimp.

Luckily, he had a new message notification from Hinata. Since her name meant "place in the sun," she was saved in his phone with none other than a sun emoji. It was fitting for the bright girl. Plus, he knew that she saved his name with a tomato emoji and he wanted to do the same for her.

He opened her message, which read:

"Your birthday is coming up! We should do something to celebrate!"

Frankly, he had forgotten about it until she mentioned it. He didn't really care for his birthday; the excitement of aging wore off in his early teens. But if she was delighted over it, he wouldn't rain on her parade.

"yeah? are you going to come down to konoha for my birthday?"

"I could :) What's a few hours on the train to visit one of my best friends?"

Astonished, Sasuke reread her reply several times, to be sure he was seeing it correctly. Would she really do that? For him?

Maybe he would actually have something to look forward to this year.

Okay, play it cool, Uchiha.

"if you insist (smirking emoji)"

She laughed. He was always so aloof, or at least he acted like it.

"I do! What do you want to do on your day of birth?"

"eat you out"

Her jaw dropped, pale eyes nearly bugging out of her skull. She wasn't quite sure what to say, seeing as her brain short circuited at his forwardness.

Not a second later, he corrected himself in a succession of rapid texts.

"SHIT take you out like to a restaurant or something fucking auto correct i'm so sorry"

Sasuke threw his phone to the other side of the mattress in frustration, where it collided with a pillow. Burying his burning face in his hands, he groaned. God, he sounded like some kind of fuckboy. He hadn't seen her in two months and he was just trying to make plans with her, then he had to go and make it weird! Not to mention, there was a familiar discomfort in his boxers when his other head fixated upon the faux pas.

Rolling onto his side, he lamented over her reaction, which would certainly be negative. She would think he was a pervert, she would be disgusted with him, she would -

His phone buzzed its familiar vibration and he instantly lunged for it. Although he dreaded opening the text, curiosity compelled him.

"lmao (laughing emoji) It's okay"

The breath he didn't know he was holding left in a sudden woosh. Thank goodness for her mercy. Hinata really was a ray of sunshine.

Meanwhile, she was in tears, cracking up over the misunderstanding. She clutched her stomach as side-splitting laughter wracked her body. Neji even knocked on her door, asking if things were alright, to which she barely wheezed out a yes.

Her brand of humor was not usually this crude, but she felt that this was too good not to enjoy. Sasuke never slipped up and it was amusing to catch him flustered - if only she could see the look on his face right now.

To diffuse some of the anxiety he was sure to be experiencing, she added on:

"Where do you have in mind?"

Bouncing back from his initial searing embarrassment, he messaged back:

"there's a pretty good ramen place near my house"

By now, her hysterics had calmed down significantly and she could breathe easy again.

"Sounds good! I like ramen"

"and there's a really old shrine you might like it's over run with cats they're taken care of by local cat ladies"

She smiled. He remembered that one time she told him she liked shrines. Not necessarily for religious reasons, but for the historical architecture and calm atmosphere.

They proceeded to plan the rest of their day trip. She would get there on the first train and leave on the last train home so they could maximize their time together. Their itinerary included exploring various sites of Sasuke's side of Konoha. He lived on the outskirts, on the opposite side of town from the university, where it was more forest than city.

Enthusiasm bubbled in her chest at the prospect of seeing him again. And he, the same.

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Oh, I also wanted to say that I wished I had the money to make your fanfics into real animated movies/TV series. It would be such a dream to see your interpretations of Sasuke and Hinata visually.

AAAAA that’s one of the sweetest things anyone’s said about my work!!! :’)💘thank you for thinking so, i wish i had the money to do it too - i am but a poor college student OTL

but hey if the lady who wrote 50 shades got super rich and made movies from her work maybe i can too lmao. (50 shades was originally a twilight fanfic and she changed the names so she could publish it lol)

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You have a dark past? :O

i’ve said too much…..

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momentum - 6

chapter 6

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“Why do you have two toothbrushes?” Itachi picked up both items and turned to his younger brother with a raised brow.

Sasuke glanced in his direction with a deer-in-the-headlights expression. Not knowing how to answer, he continued placing his novels in a cardboard box.

Seconds passed as Itachi stared expectantly at the man avoiding his gaze.

“The blue one is mine, you can throw the purple one away,” came his belated reply.

“Hmm.” The older sibling was unsatisfied, but did not prod further.

They finished the rest of the packing in silence, with Sasuke hoping he would not be pressed on the issue. People didn’t call Itachi a genius for nothing - he eventually figured things out, one way or another.

To say Itachi was curious was an understatement.

Once a week, they would Skype to stay in touch and like clockwork, he asked Sasuke how college was going. Were classes okay? Did he need anything?

Without fail, Sasuke gave the same generic answers: college is fine, classes are easy, no I don’t need anything. He occasionally threw in extra details like “I went to a new cafe downtown” or “I visited this museum,” but he did not generally enjoy discussing the personal details of his life. Then again, he was not a very talkative individual in the first place. Neither was Itachi, nor their late father - the Uchiha males were men of few words.

However brief their conversations may have been, Itachi did pick up on something. He was the lead investigator for the Konoha police force, so keen perception was a necessary part of the trade.

Sasuke seemed to have… perked up a little more this semester. Sometimes he would be half distracted on their Skype calls, text tones going off on his side. His focus would shift between his phone and his laptop to reply to his messages and maintain his discussion with Itachi.

Once, the older Uchiha watched with mild surprise as a grin split Sasuke’s face upon opening a particular message. Momentarily forgetting he was on the other side of a webcam, he didn’t mask his delight.

When asked who he was texting, Sasuke adjusted his features back to neutral and vaguely answered, “A friend.”

Knowing he would find out eventually, he let it drop. Now the desire to understand came back full force with the discovery of the mysterious purple toothbrush.

They were loading the last few boxes into the car when Sasuke looked at his phone and typed back a quick reply. Wiping the dust from his hands on his pants, he faced his brother and declared, “I’m going to go meet with a friend since we finished early. I’ll see you in an hour.”

No wonder it seemed like he had rushed packing, haphazardly shoving his belongings into boxes and bags. Itachi nodded in assent. “Have fun, I’ll meet you here at 3.”

Sasuke all but sprinted away from the car and Itachi couldn’t help but smirk. He was acting like a teenager with his first crush. Perhaps he was, he contemplated. His little brother closed himself off from others after their parents’ deaths and while the siblings were in tune with each other, Sasuke still had trouble expressing himself.

The owner of the purple toothbrush must have been rather special, he mused as he watched Sasuke run off.

Itachi pondered upon what to do for the next hour and discovered a traditional Japanese cafe with great reviews online.

So he set off, rather eager to try their green tea and raved-about dango.

Upon entry, he surveyed the quaint shop. It was small, but homey, and there weren’t too many customers. He decided he liked it.

Oh? What’s this? What a pleasant surprise, it would appear that his brother was also at the cafe. Luckily, he was facing away from the door and didn’t notice Itachi’s entrance.

An expert at undercover missions and staying discreet, the detective chose the best vantage point to both spy on Sasuke and his “friend” and remain hidden from the man’s view.

The nagging thought that this was an invasion of his younger brother’s privacy lost against the strong urge to find out what was going on in Sasuke’s life. With his mind made up, Itachi acknowledged that he might have had a minor brother complex.

Situated with his tea and dessert, he took a bite out of his dango while casting furtive glances at the pair.

Pale irises? That girl looked familiar… ah, yes. She was a Hyuuga. His eidetic memory did not let him down; she was the eldest daughter to Hyuuga Hiashi and thus the heiress to the family enterprise, though it was rumored that she declined the position.

Hyuuga Hinata. Now what was his little brother doing with the Hyuuga princess?

Currently, the two were talking. If he could tell by the tired but relieved expression on her face, she was talking about how her final exams went.

Unfortunately, he was not close enough to hear their conversation and he could not analyze Sasuke’s reactions to her, with only a view of the back of his head.

At least he could observe the girl - wait did she just…? He fought to avoid dropping his stick of partially eaten dango.

He watched in shock as she fed Sasuke a piece of taiyaki, which he ate eagerly by the way he took it from her fingers. With his mouth.

The prodigy’s mind was spinning. Was this real life? Did he fall into an alternate dimension or did Uchiha Sasuke really let someone feed him in this manner? And sweets nonetheless? He hated sweets!

It was a good thing Itachi was already sitting because he may not have been able to support himself when he saw his brother push his mug towards her, gesturing for her to try the drink.

She took a tentative sip but pulled away quickly, her nose scrunching in distaste, probably from the bitterness. Sasuke liked his coffee black.

His shoulders shook from laughter upon her reaction and she made a face at him in retaliation to the teasing.

Their relationship struck him as very intimate and he didn’t need to be a professional investigator to deduce that. It was not often that Itachi was touched, but watching his normally aloof brother interact with this girl kindled warmth in his chest.

The voyeur continued to study the couple with a perverse sort of interest. This was an entirely new side of Sasuke that was emerging - a happy, carefree, love-struck boy.

The clock reported the time to be 3:17 but Sasuke was still engaged in conversation with his friend. It was likely they were parting ways for the summer and would not meet again until fall. Itachi did not have the heart to separate the two and only got up when they made the move to leave.

Not wanting his cover to be blown, he escaped swiftly. His police academy training came in handy, seeing as his quick stride took him to the car long before Sasuke.

Interestingly, the Hyuuga princess walked with Sasuke to the car. They stopped twenty feet behind the vehicle and Itachi was able to spy on them via the rearview mirror.

Her shoulders sagged as she looked up to her friend with sad doe eyes and a frown tugging at her mouth. She was obviously melancholy over their departure.

Sasuke placed his hands on her shoulders in a comforting gesture, then brought his face close to hers. Lips moving; he was telling her something. When he finished speaking, he kissed her forehead and tugged her to him for a tight hug. She returned the embrace with just as much enthusiasm, wrapping her arms around his wide torso.

Light pink flooded both of their cheeks when they separated.

They awkwardly bade goodbye and parted ways. When he began to walk to the car, Itachi whipped out his phone and pretended he was on it the whole time.

The passenger door opened and a dazed Sasuke climbed in. Robotically, he clicked his seat belt and turned to gaze at the retreating figure.

Itachi put the car in drive and waited until they left campus to inquire, “Was she the owner of the purple toothbrush?”

“Yeah,” he answered, still in some kind of stupor.

“Well?” Itachi’s tone was expectant. “What happened?”

Embarrassed at the fact that his older brother witnessed the exchange, Sasuke faced the window to hide his flush from the events that just transpired.

“Nothing,” he took a deep breath to calm his nerves, “We’re just friends.”

Itachi nodded in understanding, “I see. That’s quite different from how you treat your other friends.”

“She’s different.”

Buildings and trees turned into blurs as they crossed stretches of land to return home. He thought he would be excited for the summer to come, since he wouldn’t have class or have to deal with the havoc that came with living in one building occupied by a hundred other males. But as they got further away from the university, emptiness engulfed him like a chasm.

Sasuke rest his still warm cheek against the soothing glass of the window and almost drifted off from the ambience of the radio’s murmur and the muted sounds of driving.

“Do you want me to pick up some taiyaki from the store?” Itachi’s voice cut through his sleep addled mind.

“Huh?”

“Because it seems you like taiyaki now,” Itachi couldn’t keep the smirk off his face. Teasing Sasuke was one of his favorite past times because he regressed into a kid again; petulant, but lovable.

He nearly hit his head on the window when he shot up. “You watched us in the cafe?!”

The older Uchiha chuckled, “I just happened to stumble into the same cafe where my little brother was having a date with his pretty girlfriend.”

Sasuke was mortified. He knew his brother was a detective but he didn’t think Itachi would turn his sleuthing skills on him.

Flustered, Sasuke huffed and crossed his arms. “Can’t believe you spied on me,” he grumbled.

With his coal eyes still fixed on the road and one hand steady on the wheel, he managed to reach over and flick the pouting boy in the forehead.

“How could I possibly pass up an opportunity to spy on my dear little brother?” he needled. “Besides, you two make a cute couple.”

They passed a few streets before Sasuke replied bashfully.

“… Thanks.”

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hey uh i see a lot of hate in the tag and i’m just gonna drop a few head canons/plot bunnies that have been living in my drafts to help cleanse all that

mafia au - based off this writing prompt hinata plays w sasuke in the park and he’s really taken w her (they’re like 5) sasuke doesn’t play well w the other kids because he doesn’t like them so he’s really upset when he has to part with his new friend so what does fugaku do? oh he just kidnaps little hinata so she could hang out with his son. no big deal. he is the head of the mafia.

another crime au, but w spies! - based off this post & my tags team 8 is a private spy organization, known for their tracking abilities. shino “bugs” anything - vehicles, houses, offices; you name it, he can do it. kiba collects information. sometimes he roughs people up, but it’s all in the name of work. hinata follows people. covertly, of course. blending seamlessly into the background, she’s always watching. kurenai is the big boss, with years and years of experience. since she has mirai to care for, she mostly runs the operations now - planning, management, etc. they’re hired to gather intel on sasuke, the leader of a notorious crime organization. he’s elusive and the group that hired team 8 did so as a last resort, because their own people couldn’t get very far in their efforts. so hinata is sent to do her part and pursues him daily. she’s good but he catches on and decides to mess w the cute spy sent to unravel his secrets.

life/death au she is the embodiment of life and he, death flowers bloomed in her wake creatures took their last breaths in his this will follow their genesis up until the end.

motorcycle au - the one i wrote instead of completing actual schoolwork basically hinata is disowned from the family and has a crap ton of loans after graduation, so she participates in underground motorcycle competitions under a secret persona to pay them back. known only as ghost, she climbs her way up to the top and eventually finds herself neck and neck w sasuke, who’s renowned in the motorcycle community for his speed and winning streak. he’s peeved by the silent newbie that made their way up the ranks so quickly, but he’s also immensely curious. ghost never took off their helmet nor spoke to anyone, only communicating through texts. why were they hiding their identity so fiercely? sasuke itched to find out.

(sort of) witch au they called her the poison woman. she lives alone in the woods and spends all of her time brewing elixirs and potions. considered a spinster and a witch, she’s ostracized from the kingdom for old, vicious rumors. in the middle of gathering herbs, she stumbles upon an injured rogue and tends to his wounds. little did she know, this would be one of the worst decisions she had made in a while.

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my first sasuhina kiss animation, definitely needs some change in timing-.-

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momentum - 5

chapter 5

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Stress permeated the campus air - it was finals week and students were frantically attempting to cram a semester's worth of information in the span of several days and complete presentations and papers and projects. More than a few were running on lethal amounts of caffeine and Adderall.

They were working on practice exams in the group study area of the library when one of the chairs at their table was pulled out and the intruder plopped into the seat as if they belonged there.

"Hey guys!" Naruto greeted and started unpacking his notes and textbooks. "So glad I found you two, I couldn't find a single open desk or table in this place."

"Hi Naruto," Hinata greeted warmly, perking up to the distraction from the monotonous problems.

Sasuke briefly acknowledged the blonde's presence before turning back to his work - they still had another physics practice exam left to complete.

"You'd think the library would be emptier at 2 AM on a Friday."

With an irritable tone, Sasuke stated, "It's finals week, dobe."

"Fuck dude, it sure is," he sighed and picked up a pencil.

The political science major rifled through his notes and textbooks but quickly became bored - there was so much to study and so little time to study with. It was all very daunting so he watched his quiet friends instead.

When Hinata turned to Sasuke to ask about a specific problem she was stuck on, Naruto was surprised to see him helping her without sass or impatience. While he was best friends with the Uchiha and cared for him dearly, he had to admit that Sasuke was not exactly known for being nice or even remotely helpful. In fact, he was kind of a bastard sometimes.

The blonde interjected, "What are you guys studying?"

Tired lavender eyes peeled away from the never ending practice sheet.

"Physics," she explained glumly.

"Well you're in good hands!" He said emphatically, with a wide grin.

She blinked at him in questioning.

"Yeah, this punk" - he pointed to Sasuke - "took AP Physics in high school and got a 5 on the exam! But he's crazy and wanted to retake physics in college," Naruto remarked with a perplexed expression.

Not registering the shadow that set over Sasuke's features, Naruto continued, "He's actually a physics whiz! He was a part of this nerdy science/math competition and he set a record score for the physics section - it made the news and everything."

Some of her fatigue ebbed and she raised a brow at him, amused. Sasuke schooled his expression to remain neutral and he could not meet her gaze. Instead he stared straight ahead at the rambling blonde, willing him to just stop talking please.

"He went to nationals after and took home the trophy, of course," he bragged about his best friend. "That thing is like, this tall!" He emulated the proportions with his hands, definitely exaggerating.

Before Sasuke could stop her, Hinata reached over to her laptop to Google his name. "U-chi-ha Sa-su-ke," she quietly mouthed the syllables as she typed.

He watched in horror as the trusty search engine pulled up results within 0.62 seconds and he was greeted with old photos from high school and headlines proclaiming of a physics prodigy.

'Hello darkness, my old friend…' played in his head as she clicked on the images tab and he was assaulted with even more embarrassing stills. Stones sank to the pit of his stomach, but she looked absolutely delighted to be perusing Sasuke's awful, awful high school pictures, eyes riveted to the screen.

"Your sense of style has improved," she offered, containing her laughter by pressing her lips together.

The arm warmers worn by the teen in the photos haunted him, as did the popped collar and partially unbuttoned shirt - good god who let him attend the competition like that? No, the better question was: who let him leave the house like that?

Naruto hoisted his body across the table to look at her computer and let out a hearty chuckle. "Our boy Sasuke had an edgy emo phase," he then glanced at the sullen man's outfit, a dark hoodie and similarly dark jeans. "Actually, he might still be in it."

Sasuke wanted to be anywhere else but here, in the library with his past exposed to the girl he was absolutely infatuated with.

Noticing his taciturn attitude, Hinata threaded her fingers into his bangs to brush them away from his eyes, "But I think your hair has gotten messier."

The lavender pools conveyed mirth and her lingering touch on his temple made his pulse race, face heating to an uncomfortable temperature. Any existing thoughts went up in smoke with her simple actions; if his brain was a computer, Sasuke.exe would have stopped working.

"Aww, Sasuke's embarrassed," Naruto teased in a belittling voice, snapping him out of his reverie.

As much as he wanted to lean into the warmth of her palm, he did the opposite and returned to his homework. Her hand dropped back to her side and he secretly mourned the loss.

Letting his bangs fall over his eyes and obscure his features, he did what he did best and tuned out his surroundings.

He was in the midst of solving problem 28 when he felt familiar fingers sweep his bangs away from his face once again. Caught off guard, he reflexively turned to the person playing with his hair.

"Ah, wait," Hinata was careful not to tug on his scalp with his sudden movement.

He held still, waiting patiently for her to finish.

Despite his best efforts, a shiver traveled down his spine at her ministrations. He almost sighed in pleasure at how good it felt to have her running her fingers through his tresses.

Thinking she accidentally pulled too hard, she apologized. "Sorry, did that hurt?"

"No." Quite the opposite, actually, but he wouldn't dare say it out loud. He would gladly let her play with his hair as much as her heart desired. Hell, he would let her touch him anytime she wanted - no questions asked.

A light snore drew his attention to a sleeping blonde on the other side of the table. That was quick. Though Naruto never had the focus to study for long periods of time anyways.

As she gathered his hair in a ponytail, she whispered to avoid waking their friend up. "Sorry for making fun of you," he could tell she was smiling, "I actually thought you were cute."

She just finished tying the upper half of it back, since the rest was too short, when he turned around in his seat to look at her. "Were?" he emphasized the past tense with a tilt of his head.

"Don't fret, you still are," she assured him with a grin and a pat on the cheek.

Grabbing her wrist before she could pull away, he pressed his lips to her soft palm. "What a relief," he replied wryly, a smirk gracing his features.

A blush bloomed on her face and her laughter was a little off - he could tell she was flustered.

Good. He wanted to be the one that threw off her composure.

Releasing her hand to let her return to her seat, he replayed the scene in his head and relished in the sensation of her fingers buried in his hair. Idly, he wondered what it would feel like to have her hands elsewhere...

Hinata's nerves were rattled; the ghost of his kiss seemed to be burned into her skin and she had trouble focusing on anything else.

They continued to do their homework, though physics was the last thing on either of their minds.

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“I would kill for you, sunshine.” He stroked her cheek tenderly, reverently. Adoration brightened his expression, a far cry from his usual indifferent mask.

Sasuke was smearing blood into her skin, but remained too fixated on the familiar lavender hue of her eyes to pay any mind to the crimson stains.

“I believe you already have,” she replied with frost in her tone. Trapped in his unwelcome embrace, she tried her best to keep her gaze averted from the gore painting his clothes, his person.

Not denying the barbed accusation, he smiled and leaned in, his lips hovering over hers. “And I would gladly do it again.”

He sealed the vow with a kiss.

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excuse me

The high-pitched, but muted, sound that echoed through the camp was a cross between a squeaky door and a newborn kitten.

Sasuke glanced up from the map he was studying, attempting to locate the source. Not that the noise could have come from a very threatening or malicious entity, but he was naturally curious.

“Excuse me,” his team mate piped up from his left, sniffling.

Was that… her? Was that supposed to be a sneeze? He almost laughed out loud at the realization.

His cheek twitched as he fought to keep the grin off his face. He wanted to punch himself - why did he find a simple sneeze so amusing? He was Uchiha Sasuke, known for his cold exterior and blase attitude; unmoved by traditionally cute things like puppies or babies or miniature objects.

Apparently he was not immune to all that is endearing, because he’s never been this close to losing his composure.

“The nights are unexpectedly cold here,” Hinata remarked while rubbing her arms and inching closer to the fire. Though she was bundled up in several blankets, she was still shivering.

An “mhm” in agreement was all he could manage.

He was afraid of spontaneously bursting into uncontrollable laughter. Hinata would probably think him odd and while he generally didn’t care what people thought about him, it could make the rest of the mission awkward.

In an effort to keep a smirk at bay, he fixed a stern expression instead. Purposefully staring at the fire, he tried to think of things that would kill the amusement that seemed to bubble in his chest.

That is, until she made the sound again; face scrunching up and shoulders jerking forward as she sneezed into her elbow.

“Pfft-” he began and found himself unable to stop. He immediately clasped a hand to his mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to muffle the sound.

“S-sorry,” Sasuke tried to say between his snickering, but he couldn’t take in enough oxygen to do so. Tears were forming at his lashes and a terrible cramp was building in his abdominal muscles - he honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’s cracked up this hard.

Taken aback by her partner’s random display of happiness and perceiving it to be infectious, a smile curled her lips and she eventually joined in as well. In passing, she thought that joy was a good look for the typically sullen man.

Thoroughly confused but delighted at Sasuke’s outburst, Hinata wanted to know the reason behind his positive mood. “What is it?” she managed to giggle out.

The most emotion she’s seen him give was the rare, minute grin. Even then it was always quick - if she blinked at the wrong time she could miss it.

When he was able to pull in full breaths of air again, he dismissed her question with a shake of his head, smirk still present.

Understanding he was a man of few words, she accepted his non-answer and turned back to the fire to try to quell her tremors. She had severely underestimated the temperature drop in this area.

A weight was placed upon her shoulders and she was suddenly enveloped in warmth. The puzzled kunoichi turned around to see Sasuke hovering above her, clad in only a long sleeve thermal and sweats. His large navy cloak was currently draped over her, emanating heat that her body gladly absorbed.

Before she could voice her protests, the Uchiha held up a hand and stated, “I’m turning in anyways and you need it more than me.”

He was right. Her trembling had subsided significantly since wearing the garment and she unconsciously snuggled into it.

“Thank you, Sasuke-san,” she expressed, with genuine gratitude shining in her lavender eyes.

Seeing her engulfed in his cape that was much too large for her, he allowed the corners of his mouth to quirk up. He was loathe to admit it to himself, but she was… cute.

He nodded in acknowledgement of her thanks before turning to head to the tent.

Watching him go from her place by the bonfire, she mused to herself. 

Despite his less than savory reputation, Uchiha Sasuke was secretly sweet.

She smiled at the thought and tugged his cloak closer to her.

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Writing Dump #26

AN: lol

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Oral Fixation

She wasn’t aware of what she was doing and he knew that. He could feel her obliviousness but for that same reason, he found himself staring.

She was standing between Sakura and Ino, holding a single vanilla ice cream cone. She smiled at them, seemingly enjoying the conversation. He watched vanilla ice cream melt and drip down her wrist. The young woman, switched hands and placed her lips on her wrist and licked it off.

He shifted in his seat, trying to make normal eye contact with Naruto was the blonde spoke about something Sasuke simply did not care about. He was not trying to be rude but he could just not find the emotions to care about anything else besides the way her tongue came out and swirled around the frozen desert.

Sasuke wanted to curse the Sharingan and the way it slowed her movement and burned them in his mind.

The way her eyelids closed in pleasure after her tongue curled and returned into her mouth. The way it came out to lick the excessive ice cream from around soft…oh, so soft pink lips. The way she sucked on her bottom lip, the way she slow let it go…

“Dude,” said Naruto.

Sasuke glanced over, feeling pressure in his ears. His chest felt tight and his heart rate quickened.

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You have been kidnapped by the mafia, the reason? Someone who’s very high up has a child who has a crush on you.