outing myself

well. shit. I have never been a shipper of canon before, so I am really really hoping this is my lucky day and that now that i have been sucked into the vast vortex of Reylo I will hopefully get to see the story I hope and believe makes sense actually make it onto the screen. 

HI Reylo family!!- where do I get my Reylo Trash tattoo? 

thesilencedmasses:

adminover20:

radglawr:

haedia:

thewolfofnibu:

stahscre4m:

there are guys in my dorm who decided to play cards in the elevator

see what intrigues me about college isn’t the intellectual pursuit or the bonding or whatever, its the fact that people have the freedom to do random shit like this

Okay, everybody, I have a story about random shit in college. When I was in college, there was a particular class I took where, no matter what time you walked into class, if you made it into the room before the professor, you wouldn’t be counted late. I mean, that’s a pretty cool policy, given how some professors are really obnoxious about attendance. 

Well, one time, a fellow student of mine was running late to class. As she reached the edge of the building, she saw her professor making it to the front steps (super long rectangular building here). He looks up from walking and he sees her. He then points to his watch, gives her a well-meaning “Look who’s late” face, and walks on inside.

What he didn’t know, though, was that this particular student was like freakishly good at bouldering and related climbing skills, so she was just like “Fuck it” and SCALED THE BUILDING!

She tapped on the window of the 4th floor classroom (the floors had like 20ft ceilings, so, she was quite a ways up there), nearly making one student piss himself. They opened the window, she rolled through, onto the floor, and slid into her seat about five seconds before the professor opened the door to the classroom. 

He did a double take, started to say “How the hell d—” when a security guard ran in, red-faced and panting, pointed at her and bellowed “STOP DOING THAT!”

omfg the amount of fucks college kids don’t give astounds me

IVE ONLY SEEN THIS POST IN SCREENSHOTS

I LOVE THE IMPLICATION THAT THIS STUDENT HAS A REPUTATION FOR SCALING THE BUILDINGS

Miserable Joy

When he found her he didn’t make his presence known although he had a feeling he didn’t have to. She was shinobi and so he doubted that she had not heard him, his steps had not been hushed on purpose. 

Instead of saying anything he stood with his hands folded tightly within the fabric of his black cloak and he tried to breathe as normally as possible. 

She was laying on the grass, her smooth pale calves and the backs of her knees glowing by the light of the evening sun. The dress she wore every time she visited was made of a combination of lace and something smooth and white and silky beneath it. It made her a piece of snow in the summer day, laying there on the grass with her head in her hands and her black hair a curtain to separate her from the world. 

In the stillness he could see the particles of dust and pollen and summer cotton floating in the air through the gold of the sun’s light. It sparkled and glimmered and he wondered that something as distasteful as dust could look so beautiful. 

And that was the truth of life, he knew it. Because even blood when shed in the snow had a startling jaw dropping quality and the eyes of the dying always took on a hue he could never find the words to describe and Hinata laying there with the angles of her shoulder blades elegant and breath taking and her hips smooth and pleasing was a thing of beauty even laying on top of the grave that housed her Sun. 

For her, there was no warmth on the anniversary of his falling. It was always winter, right in the middle of July. He knew it because like her he could not feel the sweltering touch of the summer day, only the ice in his bones and the ache of missing him, his longest and strongest bond. 

When finally her shoulders stopped shaking with tears and the shadow of his tombstone stretched to cover her bare feet Sasuke whispered, as he always did. 

“It’s late, Hyuuga.”

And like every year since the first year when she didn’t move he walked forward, pulling her first to a sitting position on the grass, leaving stains of green on the lace dress that Naruto had given her last. 

Her eyes were dull and unseeing. It was the only day of the year when a Hyuuga was blind to the world, fixed instead on memories within her mind that haunted. 

Wordless Sasuke slid her freezing arm over his shoulder and around his neck, tucking his arm beneath her knees and hoisting her up with ease. 

Head lolling tiredly she closed her eyes, red and painful from weeping through the day. 

“I’m sorry.” she always apologized, because it was unfair for him to see this. 

And he always shook his head, starting the walk back home from the cemetery in silence, his strides long and fluid. Letting her head rest on his shoulder she closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of him rocking her as he walked. 

“I know.” He said this time, and her eyes opened as he spoke. “I know you love him.” His pace didn’t change as he moved, and his grip didn’t shift on her body but with her lips near his jugular she could feel the pulse of his heart thumping blood at an increasingly quickening pace. 

Eyes half closed she watched the warmth of the sun through the rest of the tombstones of the fallen, among them her cousin, and now too her husband. 

“…past tense.” she whispered. And this made him pause, staring straight ahead towards the exit of the the cemetery where he would take a right turn to the village outskirts, to where the Uchiha Compound now grew. He would enter the house and lay her on the couch and she would let him kiss her, and kiss her until the heat began to flow back into her body and warm her skin. And her warmth would seep into his bones and fight away the chill that overtook him from missing his best friend. 

And they would moan and sigh and move together to forget, if only for a few moments their sadness. 

But she had never said this before. Never called it her past. It was always her present, even more so on the day of his passing, it was always fresh. 

Still without looking at him her lips pressed warm despite her tears to his neck, feeling the pulse of his heart on her mouth. Pulling back she whispered. 

“I loved him.”

Finally daring to look down at her in his arms he studied her face, not as pale as it usually was after so much weeping, so much feeling, so much misery. 

Breathing in softly and shakily as she often did after heavy tears she smiled and it struck him as the most painfully beautiful thing he had seen since the dying hue of blue that had come over Naruto’s eyes as he faded away. 

“He told me… to be happy.” She whispered again, and her fingers, warmed as they touched his lips, sliding smooth over the curve of his mouth. “I love someone else now.”

And he continued walking then, unable to say anything. 

He had told her more than once the depth of what he felt for her, and so there could only be one person she meant. 

He was glad that with certainty he knew she could only mean him.

xnanami:

“This might get laughed off as a mere fairytal. As a fantasy that couldn’t possibly happen in the real world. But believe me, this is most definitely the story of my mother’s life.”

[part. 1] / [part.2]
Won’t say it came out the way I expected, but hope it’s still likeable.

Me : yeah I can finish my homework in 5 minutes
Lemony Snicket : Many things can be done in five minutes including enjoyable events such as confessing your love, opening a gift, or eating a delicious meal, as well as miserable events like death, a violent crime, or a severe anxiety attack… one thing that cannot be done in under five minutes is a ten page essay, a word which here means “a student’s worst nightmare”, and while I can assure you, dear viewers, that the boy would achieve one of these feats within five minutes, I am sorry to say it was not the essay, but rather the anxiety attack.

11:31

It’s late- I am having trouble writing chapters to ongoing fics because of some issues with plot but words keep coming to mind and so I keep throwing them at you people here. 

Here’s another. 
No idea where this is going. Just following the ink spill. 

Half an hour. He was going to talk to her for half an hour. 

His eyes were burning with the lack of sleep. Absently he rubbed at his face and let his head hang against the back rest of the couch, breathing air deep into his lungs and releasing it with trepidation. 

She had yet to come out. His eyes flickered to the door at the end of the hall of the apartment, the glow of a lamp sliding gold and soft from beneath. 

Warily he checked his phone for the time and counted. If it was 11:31 pm then that meant that it had been exactly four hours and 15 minutes- give or take- since they had had their first actual fight. 

They had had disagreements before, but this he counted in a whole different category. Never in his entire life did he think he was going to get a chance to stand in front of Hinata Hyuuga and have her actually raise her voice at him. 

This event had been followed by the unprecedented shove to his shoulders and then her storming into her room and slamming the door with enough force to shake the hall wall and make a frame jump from it’s hook to shatter on the floor. 

He had meant to clean it up, had even grabbed the broom and dust pan to do it and then, still viciously annoyed had thrown the items on the floor along with the glass and left it there. 

Let her deal with her own damn mess since she was suddenly so freaking independent. 

That was of course four hours ago. More than four hours ago. It took that long for an Uchiha to calm from a full on fury. His hands had been shaking and his voice had taken on that frightening sharp edge that he recognized from his father and his brother when they were really in a sulky underwear knotting mood. 

Now he just felt tired. Exhausted even, and his chest hurt like her shove to his shoulders had been an actual fracturing blow. 

Unlocking his clenched jaw Sasuke gathered himself from the couch like being pulled by puppet strings, feeling disconnected and mechanical as he wandered, hands in his jean pockets towards the door. 

She had been quiet for some time and it was possible that she had fallen asleep. If she was sleeping he didn’t want to wake her but the possibility of going to sleep himself would be out the window. He had never fought with his best friend before and leaving it overnight felt like it was giving the thing rights to a pattern. 

Swallowing hard he knocked and when she didn’t respond pressed his forehead against the smooth surface, eyes closed, hand on the door knob as he thought. 

“Hinata?” His voice was a wreck, hoarse and stinging he cleared it and tried again. “Hinata?”

Nothing. The silence hummed with the refrigerator’s mechanical whine and the high pitched usually muted sound of the electricity passing into the light bulb of the lamp in the living room he had been reading by. 

Damn it. He was not going to sleep like this. 

Half an hour. Just…talk for half an hour.

Biting the inside of his cheek he turned the knob and peeked past the door, freezing at the feel of her eyes on his movement. 

Her room was chaos, or at least the floor was. Tidy alphabetized books lined the shelves that decorated almost all the wall space, and among them cactus plants and flowering herbs in tiny pots stretched. From the ceiling hung rows and rows of herbs drying in neat little bundles tied with ribbon or lace strips. But the floor, usually free of debris was covered in photographs. He could recognize himself in many of them, Hinata, their friends, smiling or running or jumping off diving boards. Happy memories. Like the scent of her room was happy.

It smelled clean and earthy and organic. It smelled like Hinata. 

The scent was making a knot rise to his throat and with the inside of his cheek pinched hard by his teeth he stepped into the room and closed the door, leaning against it hard so that his shoulder blades ached a bit. 

She didn’t move from her bed where she lay curled in fetal position in her clothes, unchanged into her usual lavender pajamas. Instead she still wore the sweatshirt she had asked to borrow from him and her work jeans from the green house stained with dirt and pollen. 

“I thought you might be asleep.” He said it dismissively, a little bit vexed still although he mostly wanted to let her know he cared enough to resolve this before the morning. 

Hinata looked back at him, her gaze unchanging from her position on the bed, peering at him through the loose tired fingers of her hands by her face. 

The silence wore on for several heart beats and Sasuke dragged in a deep breath through the nose, looking back at her with growing effort. Keeping eye contact was something he excelled at, and Hinata in fact struggled with. So it was unnerving to feel her gray gaze stabbing into him with the precision of a thrown knife while his own usually unerring stare wavered. 

“We can’t leave it like that.” He finally snapped, the anxiety he was starting to feel getting the better of him. “You can’t just storm off and leave it like that.”

She should have moved. This was the pattern. He would grow irritable, she would try figure out why he felt this way, she would ask questions and they would figure it out together and when he finally realized what bothered him he would say it and either apologize for it’s stupidity or she would apologize for not realizing what she was doing and they would watch a stupid show together or make breakfast at 1 in the morning and the argument would be over. 

That was the pattern. 

But she didn’t move. She didn’t sit up and look at him with her face earnest and her eyes apologetic and caring. She looked at him from her place on her bed and her shoulders shook slow at first then with more force as tears streamed from her eyes. 

He didn’t know this dance.

Paralyzed by the liquid escaping her face he breathed in slowly, carefully, focusing on the action of air coming in and out of his throat while he also felt his hands tighten and his blood turn cold. 

“…Hinata… what…the hell is happening?” 

She closed his eyes in response, bringing her relaxed fingers closer to her face until she was mostly hiding from view, her shoulders shaking although no sobs rang through. This silent crying was worse than a sob, or wail. He watched it like one watched the amputation of a limb performed by one’s own hands. 

They had known each other for so long. Their personalities so compatible that any notion of friction had always been so easy to diffuse. She was flexible about anything that he found irritating. He was generally so low maintenance it was hard for her to find a fault in his behavior. And when they did disagree… well it never lasted.

That was why they had been friends in elementary, in high school, room mates in college and now entering into their desired fields.

It was the easiest relationship of any sort they had ever been in. Easier than being around their parents, their siblings, their friends. It was like breathing.

Except for right then, he was suffocating. This was not going according to plan.

“You can’t just lay there and cry.” He was being an ass and he knew it but somehow that wasn’t enough to keep him from talking. His voice shook as he realized the terror that was manipulating his actions and words. “You have to tell me what is happening. Because, as far as I know I was just letting you know I find something irritating and usually our policy is that we tell each other that shit so we don’t have these kinds of….disagreements.”

He was rambling, the words tumbling out of him in a torrent. Hinata’s eyes opened at the end of his speech and she didn’t have to say anything for him to see her irritation flaring again. It was such a strange expression on her face, so unfamiliar. Usually so soothing she set her jaw hard and even with her tears frowned.

“Why are you looking at me like that? I didn’t do anything wrong. He’s annoying as all hell. I don’t bring irritating friends over here all the time to bug you.”

Her breathing was getting heavy, he watched as her side rose and fell beneath his sweater and felt the pinch of a frown that was likely turning his gaze into a glare. “You stop this. Stop giving me the silent treatment. I can decide who comes here and who doesn’t too. This is a shared space.”

That damn blonde with his damn laugh and his damn tickling. How could one human being be so irritating? Hinata hated being tickled. Why would she have allowed that moron to do such a thing? She had laughed and pushed him away. She had blushed.

Why the fuck was she blushing?

Hinata didn’t blush at home. Home was where she was most herself. The blushing stuttering thing most people knew was always left at the door.

“Are you going to be seeing him? Is that what this is? Because if that’s what’s happening then I need to move out.” The words were out of his mouth as he pictured her with Naruto, smiling and cuddling on the couch watching a movie or walking in from a day at work to see them kissing in the kitchen. He felt his stomach tighten painfully and his eyes itch.

Fuck no.

Hinata was however sitting up now, her jaw working like she was trying to grind her teeth away, gray eyes a glittering mess of tears and fury. Fists clenching hard around the covers of her bed she set her shoulders tightly.

“You just say the word and I’ll get the hell out of here.” How had it come to this? He had never thought much about when they would part ways but he sure as hell had not pictured it being over someone like the idiot Naruto. He should have never introduced them in the first place. If there was anyone to blame it was himself.

Her chest rose and fell with the contained agitation within her and he watched, rubbing at his eyes again tiredly, feeling the irritation of the late night and the reading more acutely even as he glared at her.

“Why won’t you talk to me? Why won’t you tell me why you’re so angry?” His voice sounded so strange, even to him.

He blinked several times, wiping at his now tearing eyes with frustration. Of all the times to have his eyes water it had to be now, when he was feeling like he was suffocating. His chest tightening until it ached and his hands shaking as she stared at him. In the middle of a fight he had to get something in his damned eyeballs.

She just looked at him then, her lips pressed into a thin line and her brow although furrowed a moment before smoothed slowly. Her hands relaxed on the covers and sighing heavily she just looked at him.

It took him several breaths and a lot of blinking to realize. He rubbed at his eyes over and over, confused by the sheer amount of water coming out of his face until something began to dawn on him. Something awful.

Oh shit… no.

Breathing in deeply he stared at his fingers, wet with moisture and trembling, rubbing at his cheek with the back of his hand.

“Sasuke.” It was the first time she spoke in nearly five hours now. Swallowing hard he turned his startled dark eyes from his soaked fingers to her face trying to decipher the arrangement of her features.

The only thing he could figure out was that she looked… soft.

With the same depth of feeling as her expression she sighed. “Why are you crying?”

It was so irrational that she should be asking him such a thing. God damn it she had been laying there weeping a second ago. If anyone should be asking that it should be him, right?

But even as he made a face bred from disgust and revulsion he wiped more tears from his cheeks and sucked in air hard to try to calm himself. 

It was monumentally disorienting not knowing why his body was doing what it was doing.

She stood then, taking the three steps from her bed to him with her hands in her back pockets, her chin wobbling as she stared at him, cocking her head to the right. He loved it when she did that, when her hair cascaded down the side of her body and her bangs slid along her cheek and forehead like an ink spill along the curve of her pale skin.

His chest was heaving and his throat was tightening and if she touched him he wasn’t sure what he was going to do, so he just looked at her and tried to get a grip on his sanity because it felt like it was slipping rather quickly out of his tear soaked fingers.

What had she asked again?

Sasuke, why are you crying?

Goddamnit, goddamnit.

Because… that moronic blonde had tickled her and he hated that his hands had been on her. The idiot had made her blush and Hinata didn’t blush at home, or hadn’t in so long it was foreign and it made him wonder if maybe she was nervous and if she was nervous then maybe it was because this wasn’t just a friend it was something else and what kind of something else could it be that made a girl blush?

And he didn’t want to move away, he didn’t want to go anywhere, but he couldn’t even think about walking into the apartment to see them holding hands let alone anything else. The thought of Naruto spending the night in her room was enough to make him light headed.

This was his fault, for introducing them. This fight was his fault because he had started by telling her she was being slutty which was not only untrue but also unkind and Hinata didn’t deserve it. And when she had asked him why he was so upset he had snapped at her that she should know. Even as she tried to convince him she and Naruto were just friends. 

How could she know what upset him if he didn’t know?

“Just… don’t lie.” And now her own eyes were filling with tears again, although they were more bearable since her voice accompanied them. “Don’t lie, okay? Why are you crying?”

There was that damned question again. Why are you crying?

He glared back, swallowing the growing knot in his throat again and again. 

Why are you crying? 

I don’t want you with him. 

I don’t want you with anyone. 

I don’t want to see it.

I don’t even want to imagine it.

I don’t want to think about it as a possibility. 

I just want…

I just want you.

“…I love you.” 

She didn’t move or respond, just smiled sadly an unaffected. It had been a long time since he said that. Somewhere along the age of 12 saying they loved each other had been out of bounds. But they had said it in other ways and so she didn’t really bat an eyelash, just gazed at him. 

But this wasn’t the kind of I love you that he had been saying to her by bringing her coffee to her room when she was extra exhausted on a weekend, or allowing her to pick the movie they were watching on a Friday night. 

This I love you made him reach up with both hands into his hair in a panic, watching as something flickered over her face as she read his eyes. 

Slowly straightening she took a step back, lips parting in surprise even as he began to pant with something that felt shockingly similar to horror. 

“Oh god.” He choked. There were no more tears at least, he could thank his lucky stars for that. instead he laced his hands behind his head and tried to keep from passing out as he stared at her and watched the color drain from her face. 

“…y..you what?” 

He was doing a lot of blinking, over and over. His eyes were a rapid shutter camera taking stills of her gaping at him, the horror that was in a dog fight with ardor in his chest captured candidly in his lens. 

It was out now though. There was no taking it back, and so he swallowed and let the burn rise over his skin, setting him slowly but surely on fire. 

“I love you.”

And when he said love he sounded like he wanted to say adore, need, want, desire, cherish. 

Her eyes were swimming again, bright and sparkling in her face by the dim light of the lamp and he waited, unable to breathe for her guillotine of a reply.

Instead she let out a soft wet laugh, rubbing her face with the sleeve of his sweater. 

“F..finally.” 

She had not quite finished saying the single word before he had his lips on her, his breath a rapid painful gasp against her skin where he trailed from under her jaw up, along the curve of her cheek. He almost asked if it was okay. 

She didn’t let him though. 

It was hard to get a grip on the electric shock that ran up and down his spine as she pressed her mouth to his, as his tongue felt the smoothness of her bottom lip. How many times had he ripped his thoughts from her mouth and chided himself for ever even allowing them to enter his head? 

She stole his air, her fingers in his hair and her moan caught between his teeth as he pressed her hips hard against his. 

Of course he loved her, he always had. Of course he was furious, jealous, shaken by a new flirting friend. Of course he was a the real moron. 

Gasping against her mouth he felt her fingers beneath his shirt, pushing the fabric up. 

“I’m sorry.” His voice didn’t sound like himself. This creature speaking was young and scared and drunk. Fragile. 

“Shush.” Hinata panted back and her mouth recaptured his, pulling him by a belt loop against her body again. He wasn’t sure he recognized her either. When had she ever told him to be quiet before? 

Fingers fumbling, hair a disarray she pulled his shirt over his head and heart writhing in his chest he realized what she was doing too late to even decide if he wanted to protest. 

Although it was rather unlikely that he would have been able to manage the moral fortitude to stop her as she pulled his sweater and then her tank top over her head. 

“Wait.” He just managed, even as he kissed her, again and again, bruising the delicate skin of her lips with the increasing desperation and force of his onslaught. “Wait- tell me you’re sure.” 

Soft chest rising and falling fast against the hard planes of his torso she cocked her head and kissed him back with the same desperate hunger he could feel already overtaking his limbs. Without faltering her hands, small around his pulled him closer, pressing the palms of his trembling hands up along the small of her back to the tight strap of her bra. 

“Undo it.” 

Blood pumping in an ocean crash through his ears and his forehead pressed against hers he breathed, allowing himself one second to glance at the clock on her nightstand.

12:01 am. 

It was a new day. 

As his fingers undid the clasp of her bra he shook, sliding his hands along her skin to release her from the slack folds of the fabric.

So many years of being her home. So many years of holding her hand, and making sure he never wanted more.

And then half an hour.

Her voice was sending goosebumps along every exposed inch of skin, even as she pulled him and he pushed her down against the softness and warmth of her bed. 

Just half an hour. 

And the whole world changed.

Not Yet

First attempt at a gender bender AU. Never done this before- it’s harder than I anticipated. 
Hinata=Hinato
Sasuke=Sasuki
Sakura=Sakuro
Kiba=Kabi
Shino=Shina
Naruto=Naruko
Gaara=Gaari



Hinato was just trying to stay under the radar. Even as he gazed longingly at the front of the class, eyeing the animated shape of a particular blonde girl.

A pair of hands slamming onto his desk shattered the possibility of discretion and he jumped, biting back a scathing remark with some effort. Not a lot got under his skin. Laid back and generally smiling he was a favorite of most of his classmates and although he couldn’t believe it and adamantly denied it, a favorite of the girls in class. 

It helped that his two best friends happened to be girls. Shina and Kabi were the protective types and had been with him so long that any possibility of a relationship had dwindled to nothing right around the time they were young enough to pick each other’s noses. Something about that kind of comfort just didn’t allow for romantic feelings. 

“You’re pathetic.” Kabi sighed, shoving her mane of wild brown hair back from her face as she leaned her elbows on his desk. Hinato sunk deeper into his chair, hands stuffed in his pockets to keep himself from fiddling nervously, dark hair falling across his face to hide the nervous shift of his eyes. 

Shina had spoken to Kabi a million times now about not leaning on his desk like that. The unnecessary amount of cleavage that was always on display when she did it almost always gave Hinato a nosebleed even when he was adamantly looking away. But Kabi had the attention span of a squirrel on acid and so here she was again, making heat rise slow and steady to Hinato’s cheeks. 

Her bra was teal colored and ruffly. He had caught a glimpse of the strap and part of the cup and absently while freaking out inside his head he wondered that it was rather contrary to any underwear he could have pictured Kabi wearing. 

Not that he ever pictured her in anything other than full outfits! Or pictured her at all! Like ever! 

Since Hinato didn’t reply Kabi glanced at Shina, cocking her head in her palms, butt stuck out as she leaned on the desk. “What’s his problem? He looks sick.”

Sighing the quiet girl sitting next to them pushed her glasses up her nose. “Stand up straight, Kabi. You’re flashing.”

“OH!” Laughter erupted from the loud mouth’s lungs in a spurt while Hinato tried not to become molten lava. 

“You’re such a perv.” And her punch on his shoulder made Hinato shrink further into his seat, eyeing the front row where Naruko sat chatting amiably and excitedly with the redheaded Gaari.

“Shss.” He finally managed, shooting a desperate look at Kabi. “Please. Please be quiet.”

“Ohhhh.” Kabi replied glancing over her shoulder at the blonde head framed with twin pigtails waving her arms around excitedly. “You know… at least if she thought you were a perv she would know you existed. That’s a step in the right direction, no?”

“No!” Hinato’s pale eyes shot back to Kabi. “God… Kabi, please… sit down.” He jutted his chin out to the chair at the desk next to him. “Please.”

“Pfft.” Smirking his friend complied, rolling her eyes. “You’re never going to get her to go out with you if you just stare at her all the time.”

“I don’t-” Hinato began and stopped because the sliding door of the class room slammed open and in walked Iruka-sensei with a pair of students in uniform he had never seen before following behind. 

“Settle down, settle down.” Iruka called lazily, waving a hand. “Come on, everyone take a seat. We have to introduce our transfer students and then get right down to business with our geographic presentations or we’re not going to have enough time.”

Buzzing with excitement now the class scrambled to their chairs, whispering at each other, eyes flickering to and fro between the two students hanging out at the front. 

One of them was a tall boy, broad shouldered and even through his shirt Hinato could see the definition of the muscles beneath the fabric. With his tie neatly done and his smile easy and a bit on the shy side he shifted his weight, running a hand through his shock of pink hair. 

“This is Sakuro and Sasuki.” Iruka began, and continued, droning on about their past school, their extracurricular preferences and other things that faded in the background.

Craning his head slightly to see past a class mate’s shoulders Hinato tried to get a glimpse of the other student only to freeze, stunned to stillness as his gaze met hers.

Her hair was a blanket of night, sucking in the light and turning it into shadow within the folds of the black mantle. Cut straight at the small of her back it framed her pale features severely. Only an elegance beyond normal could handle such aggressive contrast. And she possessed something beyond normal, that was for sure. 

Her black eyes cut through the crowd, narrowing sharp and vicious on his from the other side of the room and without meaning to a sound chirruped out of Hinato’s throat, a strangled choked sound.

Burning instantly he sank in his chair, staring at his desk with his jaw set hard and his hands clenched in his pockets while the class giggled at his reaction. 

With his head down he missed the intense expression on Sasuki’s face, her unwavering stare on him a laser beam that blasted through all the obstacles blocking him from view. 

Because he was not looking up he missed not just her stare, but also the hardly visible upturn of her full pink lips into a slight smirk.

Rolling his eyes beside her Sakuro sighed. “Don’t torture him, Sasuki.” 

Whispering as Iruka continued with his ongoing introduction Sasuki allowed herself one full predatory smile. 

“Mind your own business. Looks like you have your hands full without meddling in mine.” And her eyes slid to the right where a blonde blue eyed girl stared, eyes all encompassing as they took in Sakuro before blushing hard and turning away to her desk, blinking as though trying to clear the thoughts in her brain. 

Sakuro eyed her for a second and then smirked a little. “She’s kind of cute.”

So is he. Sasuki agreed, glancing back to the flushing face of the gray eyed boy at the back of the class. Not that she was willing to admit it out loud.

 At least… not yet. 

momentum – 1

recluse-art:

chapter 1

A blast of the rich scent of coffee and sweet pastries assaulted him as he stepped into the cafe.

He
spotted the boisterous table of seven in the corner – they were hard to
miss in the small coffee shop, especially with Naruto’s blonde, messy hair and Sakura’s pastel pink locks. A few of the group caught his gaze and
waved at him.

“Sasuke’s here!” Naruto exclaimed and a chorus of cheers followed suit.

The
man huffed in amusement and went to order his usual: black coffee with
a hit of dark chocolate. The fragrant drink was one of the few things
he looked forward to at the end of the week.

When he went to take his usual place at the table, he noticed that it was already occupied.

“Hey, Sasuke,” Rock Lee paused in his conversation with the stranger in his seat, “This is Hinata, she’s Neji’s younger cousin.”

She looked up at him with wide lavender eyes and offered a shy smile, “Hi Sasuke.”

He tilted his head at her in greeting and sat next to her, in the only open chair.

Sipping the smooth liquid, he discreetly watched the newcomer and pondered.

This
girl was a Hyuuga? He thought to Neji and Hiashi, who was acquaintances
with his father, and saw the resemblance in her pale irises and dark
hair. But the personalities definitely did not match. She was kind of
mousy and didn’t possess the frigid demeanor or casual detachment of her
family members.

She was currently complaining about one of her classes to Lee, a sports medicine major and upperclassman that had already
suffered through core courses.

“We just had our first
exam and there was so much on it!” She sighed. “The whole class was
there up to the last minute and I had to guess for the last five because
I ran out of time.”

Rock Lee nodded sagely, “I heard Dr. Morino’s exams were quite difficult, but he does offer a curve.”

“Physics two?” Sasuke asked.

She affirmed in a dejected manner, “Unfortunately…”

“I’m taking it this semester too.”

“With who?” Interest sparked in her eyes as she fully turned towards him; they could bemoan that cursed class together.

Hinata
was excited because she had trouble meeting new people since she’d
entered Konoha University and it was like playing Tetris on hard mode
when trying to meet up with her best friends. Shino was taking
obscure entomology classes at unconventional times and doing research
that had him out in the field often, and Kiba was balancing classes,
helping out at his family’s kennel, and volunteering at the local animal
shelter.

She was also kind of nervous because a lot of these
people were new to her and her few usual acquaintances were busy. Gaara
was studying for some big poli sci exam tomorrow and Tenten had work.

“Hatake,” he deadpanned.

Lee
was about to comment, but got pulled into another conversation by
Naruto, who boasted that he could beat the track star in a
race.

Her cringe was apparent and she made a sound of
sympathy. The silver-haired professor was notorious for being
fashionably late to lectures and for being flaky in general.

“I take it you’ve heard of his excellent attendance?”

Her laugh was bright, pleasant. “I have.”

“Last
week, he didn’t even show to administer our exam. The TAs had to and
they were pissed about it – apparently he emailed them ten minutes
before the test.”

Her mouth parted in shock. “That’s terrible! I feel bad for complaining about Dr. Morino.”

He chuckled at her reaction, “Well I did hear he was a hard ass.”

A
slight nod in confirmation. “He’s… strict and his tests are near
impossible but he’s great at teaching. Physics just isn’t my
subject.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear as she lamented her less than satisfactory (in her opinion) performance in the course.

The
blue-black strands seemed to subtly change in shade when they shifted and he
wanted to observe the color closer, maybe run his fingers through the
soft locks.

As soon as the idea struck him, he mentally recoiled from
it. What the fuck? That was creepy. Those kinds of thoughts were the
precursor to stalking her and later building a shrine out of her candid
photos.

He kept his hands clasped to his cup, as if he didn’t trust himself not to act of that stray thought.

“Physics isn’t my subject either.”

When
the rambunctious group walked to the dorms to turn in for the night,
Sasuke and Hinata were drifting at the back, as they tended to do.

“We should study together some time.” The stoic man was staring straight ahead, the image of cool with his hands in his pockets.

“For physics,” he quickly added for clarity.

‘Smooth, Sasuke, real smooth,’ he berated himself, sweating at the potential of rejection.

She didn’t pick up on his apprehension and looked at him with a hopeful gaze. “Really?”

He stole a glance at her, “Yeah.”

The glow from her phone illuminated her smile as she asked to exchange numbers.