This was supposed to be a drabble? I’m not sure what happened? I hope you like it @rosa-atra. This took a turn and wrote itself. >.<
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It had happened again.
Hyuuga Hinata woke up slowly to the strong smell of bleach, pinesol, and other cleaning supplies. Her back ached from her awkward position on the floor, and even her limbs tingled in protest when she attempted to move.
Ah, it had happened again, indeed. How many times was it this week? Seven? Nine? She’d lost track after the fourth. Final exams before summer break tended to increase high schoolers’ rate of falling asleep.
The problem wasn’t that they dozed off; the problem was that they dreamed.
And when the REM stage began, she only had so much time before being dragged into it herself.
Sighing, more in resignation than exasperation, she tried to ease her cramping muscles. Her head and cheeks throbbed, but she ignored them as best as she could.
Wait, her cheeks?
Confused but not in the mood to seek answers, she concentrated instead in clearing her mind.
Being pulled into random teenager dreams was never the best experience. Especially when said teen dreamed such indecent and puzzling things.
She covered her eyes, rubbing away the lingering images and the weariness that came after the draining event.
If only she’d stayed with the home-school program her Mother had placed her in from the start. Private classes equaled private time. Which meant no classmates that slept at their convenience during free periods.
Sitting up, she blinked, dimly focusing on the supply closet she found herself in. Vaguely, she wondered at the time and at whatever soul had finally awaken from slumber at the opposite side of the wall.
“S-stupid dreams,” she muttered.
With trembling hands, she rose to her feet, sluggishly smoothing her uniform skirt over her numb thighs.
Kami, her head was swimming, her ears ringing, her throat parched.
It was taking longer than normal to regain her senses. That was, perhaps, what made her oblivious to the person standing on the threshold of the door that was no longer closed.
“Awake yet?”
Startled, she snapped to attention instantly, her dizziness causing her to sway.
Uchiha Sasuke knew she was about to fall before she registered it herself.
Clumsily, she grabbed on to the nearest shelf, managing to catch herself and a knocked container of wipes just in time.
“Great reflexes,” he noted dryly, but she could tell by the smirk on his face that he was laughing at her.
Flustered, tired, and feeling like throwing up, she dismissed his humor. Putting the wipes back in place, she greeted him. “Uchiha-san, h-hello.”
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