ill never get tired of your stories. it was just so perfect - the characters, the situation, the everything! can i just tell you that this story was, although not my first sasuhina story, but this was the one that really made me into a die-hard sasuhina fan? i squealed in almost every part of the story. i couldnt help giggling and smiling at sasuke's and hinata's meek interactions. i like how sasuke is still that cool and collected boy like he always is. i like how hinata is so confused especially going up against someone she really likes and siding with a boy she barely knew. sasuhina is the only couple that really makes sense to me, and i hate kishi for being a troll and not letting them meet at least once. hmph. but i guess that's what makes it fun, right? two similar but very different people, endless possibilities of how they met, how it'll go. i swear i'd die happy if she even just for once she gets to meet him. :)

Adorable. I loled at the part with the rich lady

The ending was just so adorable, it had me grinning o A twelve year old boy is a twelve year old boy no matter how mature he is. This was just... D'aww! The fluff! The fluff, it's almost too much XD keep writing my dear, It'd love to see equally previous works of yours!

Ja Ne D!

This is so cute. SO CUTE.

:D

That was so CUTE! Hee. Thanks! Favorite part:

"Oi…I'm not letting you off free, Hina-chan."

Hinata raised her eyes, her jaw dropping when Naruto readied his pillow, a grin spreading over his face.

"Now I'm not going easy."

She gasped and ducked when Naruto swung it at her, rushing past him as he staggered from his momentum. She turned to see the pillow coming straight at her chest and had just enough time to feel a jolt of fear run through her before it connected.

"Naruto! Stop!"

She closed her eyes as Sasuke shouted, an urgency in his voice that made her knees buckle.

Something much heavier and harder than a pillow connected with her front, throwing her back onto the bed behind her.

She gasped when she hit the mattress, the air knocked from her lungs, most of the weight centered on her stomach rather than her chest. Unhurt but winded, she lay there in shock for a few seconds before realizing she couldn't breathe.

Dark, black strands of hair brushed over her forehead and she blinked rapidly as they tickled momentarily against her eyelids. Then Sasuke's face came into view.

Hinata froze, blushed, panicked and became nauseous simultaneously.

Sasuke was almost nice, not so bad, even approachable, she'd discovered in the last day. Sasuke was an okay guy.

But that did nothing to make her current situation okay in any shape or form.

Sasuke was on top of her. Sasuke was staring at her. Sasuke was heavy. Sasuke was warm. Sasuke smelled like lotion and tomatoes.

Hinata whimpered, trembling fingers closing over his shirt's collar and seizing in shock. Why he didn't move immediately was beyond her, and why Naruto did nothing but gape was something she'd think about for the rest of her life.

Maybe he was just as frozen and blushing and panicked and nauseous as her.

His face was red. He was sweating. He seemed a bit green.

Hinata almost felt comforted by that. Almost.

"…you okay?" he croaked, trying to remove her frozen fingers from his collar and failing miserably.

Oh my God.

"Hinata…" he said her name for the first time that day, and she was not surprised to hear him sounding slightly desperate.

No wonder he wasn't getting up. Her fingers were gripping his shirt so hard her knuckles ached and she only became conscious of it when he awkwardly touched her hand.

Oh, that's really lovely. Well done.

Squee! *dances around with pillow*

That is just so KAWAII!

cute & awesome !

Loved it. :D

OMG! SQUEAL THIS IS SOO FRIGGIN ADORABLE! :3

I love you for writing this! XD

SO CUTE OMG SQUEE I always thought HinaSasu was a totally random pair, but you blew my mind with this sweet story :D You never fail to amaze me, what with your crack as well as the serious romance onces. Keep up with the good work, kay?

So cute! I loved.

xoxo

awww one of the last lines had be become a puddle of goo where it talks about although he's a hearth throb and what not, he was still a 12 year old boy as anyone else Or how he smells like tomatoes and lotion lol. And him giving her a piece of candy! Adorable sweet goodness.

Faving it. Heh. Sweet. Thanks for sharing

booo i wanted more it was such a great story!loved it.

keep writing.