Hinata had chosen to sleep curled up against him. Like she always had. She didn't know him, and yet she still trusted him so completely.
Maybe it would be okay.
Sasuke rolled the hair that had come loose from her braid between his fingers. He didn't usually wake up first. He was a heavy sleeper since he stopped running. He usually woke to light kisses on his face and the smell of food or the sound of her dropping something in the kitchen.
The doctors told him she would sleep more often until the concussion had passed, and she gained back her weight.
He would ignore the sun coming in the window like she liked to wake to and tucked his head under the covers to give them both more sleep until she woke naturally.
Which she did eventually. "Sasuke? What time..." She asked lightly in a groggy voice followed by a gag. "I'm going to be sick." She covered her mouth. He grabbed the bin he kept by the bed and handed it to her. She sicked into it, and he tucked the loose hair out of her face as she emptied her empty stomach.
"Are you sure I'm not pregnant?" She asked, panicked.
"It's just a symptom of the head injury." He confirmed taking the bin and getting out of bed to take her to the bathroom to rinse her mouth. At least she remembered where she was and who he was when she woke up.
She spit, leaving her mouth clean. "Sorry."
"You can't help it." He noted.
"What time is it?" She wondered.
"Afternoon." He took her to the kitchen and started tea.
"We slept in?" She asked, looking around the brightly lit room.
"You'll need more sleep for a while." He reminded her, setting his poorly made tea in front of her. "I don't mind having a few lazy days with you."
She played with the rim of her cup. "Do I get more of the story today?"
"I don't see why not." He settled in the stool beside her. "We had seen each other a few times in passing but never really had a reason to interact. I mainly just glared until you looked away. I never had the scarf on me when I saw you. It just hung by the door, but you never asked for it. Then..."
Sasuke was a breath away from punching the irritating man that was taking great care in trying to piss him off. Inches from his face were a civilian who decided to corner him with the sole purpose of telling him how much he hated him and how he should not be in the village. This was only the third damn person today to make their opinion known, but this was just the first to get in his face and spit rather than cower and whisper in hopes he would overhear.
He had given the man a bored glare at first. The prick didn't need a reaction, and he didn't have the energy to give him one anyway. That was until the man decided it was okay to touch him. He jammed his pointy fingers into his shoulder to make a point and spit at his feet, then he found himself against the wall with the Sharingan inches from his face.
"Sasuke-san?" Hinata asked softly from behind them. He barely turned his head to see the short woman staring at him.
The man started spouting about being attacked, and she frowned.
"Please put him down." She asked.
He glared at her and stepped back, letting the man drop to his feet. The coward scrambled over to her and continued to whine.
"You provoked him. He wouldn't have attacked you otherwise." She scolded in her soft but oddly firm voice. Like a mother scolding a child, there was no need to raise her voice. "He has done nothing to you directly, I am sure. Please leave him be."
