Stitching the Gaps

Worth It

Neji and Hanabi were the first to notice. They didn't know how to... react to it. They could confront her with questions. They didn't know how actually. Hanabi would talk to her as usual but she senses something off about her. Neji can't put his finger on it but he knows something weird has happened.

To Hinata. Hyuga Hinata.

In school, Ino and Naruto would look at each other with foxy faces. They know what's up. They couldn't help but give their raven hair friend smirks and wormy brows. The mysterious teen would ignore them. He would even run out the class room just to cool off his hot face.

Tests were coming up. Students didn't go out as much. They would stay indoors and burry themselves in books and papers. Baseball season too. They would practice indoors and out, whether the weather good or bad. Spring rain only showered for a full week to some days. Wear light rain coats and umbrellas. Gear up on boots and baseball bats.

Uchiha Sasuke didn't show up in any baseball practices for a week. He was busy. Very busy. Taking energy pills. Jotting notes. Organizing works. Fixing errors. Completing assignments. Printing essays. Helping peers. Following swayed hips. Staring at rosy lips. Purposely touching hands under the table. Smiling. Chuckling.

"Shut up, you." Her dimples caved in one of her cheeks. Lashes framing her sparkling eyes every time she looks at him. He may be imagining things. He may be cross sided or have a lazy eye. Or even sick. But every time she smiles like that, he would reach for his inhaler. But stopped his self from doing so. Somehow, he likes the feeling she gives him. Weird? Some would say. Heartwarming? That's what he felt.

Uchiha Sasuke's heart is rumbling like the ocean.

"But you're not writing your paper right. You didn't state your opinion. No facts." Sasuke said. Hinata took the paper out of his hand and jot something down beside the type paragraph. He admired her penmanship.

"Better?" She asked, giving him the paper. He took it and read it.

"Better." He smiled. She did too.

Alone in the library, Sasuke reached behind her head. Every time he does this surprise her. Even embarrass her because they're in public. His fingers touching her wrinkled skin gives her shivers. She would try to avoid eye contact or brush him off her. But when he has his ways he would open up that closed chest of hers. His lips would press against her throat. Sucking the sides and pecking the nape.

If he gets too far into repeating what he does, casually he would nudge his nose on her collar bone. Yanking his hair back to prevent him getting any further into his curiosity and urges that even makes him wonder about his sudden habit he picked up. Leaving him kind of pissed off.

"Not here." She whispered as she shuffled the papers in her hands. Sasuke shut the books.

"Then where?" He whispered back. Hinata stopped stuffing paper in her folder. Her body froze. That questioned made her question herself the same thing. She didn't understand that. She didn't want to answer that. Scared enough about his eyes staring right at her and hands touching her sensitive skin.

Her hair curtained her face. It was already hot. The fire boiling her cheeks until it burns off her face.

In her whole life that she has lived, she never felt attracted before. Attention is what every girl would want. She didn't consider that in middle school when that accident happened. She did yearn for affection, sweets, and a guy who wants her not only for her soul but to accept what's underneath her clothes.

In that case, she asks herself why she feels completely awkward at the same time enjoys the Uchiha's actions. Bits of memory of them in the hospital flashes her mind time from time. Honestly she did appreciate his company even though he was hard to get to know because of his stubbornness. But it feels weird.

Is it weird to feel like you shouldn't desire something like this? Like him?

"Please stop." Sasuke didn't feel offended. Not even a little bit.

"Okay." He grabbed her hand. Pulling up her sleeve and peck her faded scars. Hinata almost yanked her arm back but she didn't do it. Don't ask her why. His lips buried deep until she could no longer see them until he talks.

"But this will do." He said with a smiled. Her eyes widen like a full moon in a night clear sky.

By the time the Uchiha reaches his last class with Naruto and Kiba. They nearly died from laughing. With no shame, Sasuke exposed the hand print on his face.

It was worth it.

A peck on her forehead was totally worth it.

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