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Sasuke woke to the smell of something burning. He wrinkled his nose; it was definitely food.

What is she doing this early in the mo—

He paused seeing the sun high in the sky through his window. Thanks to a fitful night’s sleep, he had risen a lot later than usual. Groaning, he pulled himself out of bed and noisily trudged down the stairs so as to not startle her again like last night.

Honestly, she calls herself a ninja.

He observed her from the kitchen threshold as she stood at the sink trying to scrape off the burnt remains of whatever she had been cooking from a pan. She definitely knew he was there; her shoulders had tensed the second he had laid his eyes on her. He remained where he was until she finally turned around and acknowledged him with an embarrassed nod. Her face was a bright red; with her round face, she looked just like a tomato. 

Approaching the fridge, he took out several eggs and placed them on the counter near Hinata.

“I’m going to make an omelet. Do you want one?”

Her eyes darted towards him before looking away. Sasuke wondered if all the cowering was part of her shy-girl act or if she was actually scared of him. His face began forming his signature scowl but he forced it back into something neutral. 

Hinata had started absentmindedly scraping the pan again. “No, that’s alright. I was about to leave.” She looked up at him then. “Thank you.”

Now he was definitely scowling.

“Leave where?”

“I’m going to Ino’s house.” 

Sasuke’s scowl deepened. Her hands had abandoned their scraping and were now tightly clasped before her. 

“Is that ok?” She asked tentatively.

Sasuke harrumphed. “Do whatever you want.” He turned back to the counter and began looking for a bowl in the cabinets. He heard her soft footsteps as she hurried from the kitchen and headed straight for the front door.

Hinata made her way to Ino’s house at a leisurely pace. Now that she had put some distance between herself and Sasuke, she was finally at ease. That is, until she began to wonder if her exit had been as smooth as it had seemed in the moment.

Could he tell that I was nervous because of him?

Hinata had woken up extra early so she could familiarize herself with the house without Sasuke’s interference. She ended her tour with the kitchen, where she opened up every drawer and cabinet to see what they held inside. She had decided on something she thought was fairly simple to make for breakfast, but had overestimated her cooking abilities and ended up with only charred remains. To add insult to injury, Sasuke had decided to enter the kitchen while she had been scraping the burnt food off the pan in an attempt to hide all evidence of her failure.

Hinata’s face reddened again thinking about how she had tried to ignore him but eventually ended up turning around to greet him. She couldn’t let him think he had managed to sneak up on her again after last night.

And then…

Hinata cringed as she recounted the whole interaction. 

Sasuke had then offered to cook her breakfast! Did he really think she wanted to sit and eat with him after she was caught failing to cook a simple meal? She was obviously uncomfortable with him just being there, what made him think she’d want to awkwardly sit there as he made her an omelet, and then continue to sit there and eat said omelet at the same table as him? 

Hinata reassured herself that leaving the house was a reasonable reaction to the situation. Considering how nervous and uncomfortable she had felt, she thought it was equally possible that she could’ve just blacked out on the spot, but here she was, slowly walking towards Ino’s place. Surely, anyone else would’ve done the same?

Hinata shook her head in misery. She hoped Sasuke at least hadn’t seen right through her façade. The last thing she wanted him to think was that she was a coward.

She thought back to his scowling face and winced.

Who am I kidding! He probably already does.