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Series: Naruto
Ship: Sasuke x Hinata
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Theme(s): Hinata(teacher) sasuke(student)

Out of the Blue

She said she taught English because it forced her to be able to talk to people. He knows this is a lie, because she told him and his brother after the first day of class that she liked the language, and was a fan of reading Shakespeare in its original form. Sasuke is only a little jealous of Itachi, because Itachi was two back and one left of Hinata's seat in class, and undoubtedly Hinata wore school uniforms very well. Now she wears long skirts and turtlenecks and her hair is scraped into a bun and it's really disappointing when he thinks about it, considering her alma mater encouraged short skirts and knee socks and she used to have short hair that exposed her neck. He might like her because she can be so impassioned about things, like stray cats and libraries and doing long division by hand. He might like her because he grew up two doors away from her, and after his mother died she'd sneak over and make hot chocolate for them. It might be because she is soft-spoken and pretty and mostly unable to take a joke. It might be because no matter how often she came over to study with Itachi or try to prevent him from burning down the kitchen, she never fell in love with him. Whatever the reason, it's only natural that he found himself with a crush on his homeroom teacher, who was inconveniently six years older than him, prim, proper and inhumanly shy when she wasn't at a blackboard.He thinks about confessing to her on Valentine's Day, because all the girls will be hunting him down or trying their luck elsewhere, and no one would expect him to be in the classroom with the unfortunately awkward English teacher. He has a plan, one that involves leaving and circling back to confuse the vultures, pretending he forgot something, and hopefully catching her alone, before she leaves to go home. He should have known it would never have worked."Sasuke-kun, could you stay behind for a little bit?" She asks it so freely, like she doesn't care that he's been worrying about pulling this maneuver off for hours. She waits for all the stragglers to leave and opens the bottom drawer of her desk. She pulls out a sheaf of papers, and hands them to him, smiling brightly. "Thank you for helping me correct these, it makes it so much easier to grade when I don't have to scan for mistakes as well as analyze the writing.""You made me stay behind for this?" He doesn't mind, but he's used to being difficult and she has yet to raise her voice against him.
"I thought you might like a rest from confessions today. Also," she reaches into her bag and fishes out a familiar blue wrapped box. "Here's this year's. I used more dark chocolate, so it shouldn't be as sweet— Sasuke-kun?"
He looks at her silently, because she has been like this for as long as he can remember, and it does nothing toward making him fall out of love with her.
"Oi, teacher."
"Yes?" She waits expectantly, thinking he's finally hit a rebellious stage and is taking it out on the only mother figure he has.
"I like you."
Her face turns red almost immediately, and her hands clamp over her mouth automatically. "What?"
"I like you," he repeats matter-of-factly, "and when I graduate, I'm going to ask you to go out with me for real."
"Sasuke-kun, you can't be serious. That's—"
"That's how it is. It's mostly your fault, you know." He takes his chocolate and shoves it into a pocket, not caring too much that his teacher might be having a heart attack.
"B-but I'm a… and y-you're my…" She stutters, and he leans closer to stare at her in cool nonchalance, thinking yet again that she certainly doesn't act like she's twenty-three, and it really is quite cute. "Sasuke, are you listening to me?"
"Not really."
"You're being unreasonable; you haven't met the right girl yet, so please don't—"
"I haven't met the right girl yet, because you're so much better than them, Hinata. I'm not six, I can think for myself now."
He's almost close enough to kiss, which is much more than close enough to argue, but she's quickly losing track of what she should be doing to gently discourage him. Though she realizes now that gentle discouragement will probably never work for Uchiha Sasuke. He pulls away and casually slings his coat over his shoulder.
"Graduation," he reminds her, a deadline for her to sort out her feelings, and leaves with the week's homework. He's looking forward to class tomorrow.