Note
It’s not a necessity, but you might want to finish my other story ‘I think I’ before you read this because there will be spoilers for the whole story.

None for its sequel, though.

But if you don’t want to, then that’s perfectly alright. The story’s fine as a standalone.

“Hinata,” Sasuke calls my name, his red eyes firmly set upon mine. It only takes me a while before I feel a strong urge to pull away, “Hinata, look at me.”

Oh, I hate this.

He puts both his hands on my shoulders, and holds me tightly to prevent me from fleeing, something I’ve done –and apparently, he did not appreciate- a few hours ago.

“S-Sasuke,” I plead, “please d-don’t make m-me do this.”

A second later, I see fire within his eyes. “But you should! People will see you as my girlfriend, and they will try to faze you so you should practice to do this!” each word is said with enunciation, making my heart sinks.

“Now,” after I show him a semblance of defeat, he repeats, his face is more jubilant now, “repeat after me…

“Bullshit,” he curses, and I immediately drape my hands on my ears.

He’s not so satisfied with that. “Hey, come on. Say it, say it. Bullshit.”

I let out a muffled screech to obscure the curse.

“Geez,” Sasuke breaths, his hands go to his hips. “I wonder how you’ll react when we reach the F-word based curses.”

“B-But…”

He wants me to say Shit. Shit means Poo. Feces. Something very dirty and very smelly. It’s supposed to not be said in front of a lot of people.

Sasuke half-glares half-eyes me impatiently. “Come on. Bullshit is the lowest level in the cursing-hierarchy.”

I bite my lips.

“A-Alright,” I say. He might not show it verbally, but I can sense his frustration. He’s been training me to curse for days, and the best I could ever give was ‘Holy Cow’, which, according to Sasuke, is not daunting enough to kick the girls away.

“B-B-Bull…” this part is done, but the next is harder.

Sasuke looks at me expectantly.

“S-S…” I practically stick my tongue out, but still the word wouldn’t come out.

“Come on,” he mouths.

I inhale deeply and blurt it out fast. “BullPoo!”

He blinks.

I too, blink.

What did I just say?

“Bullpoo,” as if there’s just telepathy transpires between us, Sasuke answers my question. “You just said bullpoo.”

“Eh,” I fumble my fingers, “d-does it sound w-weird?”

He looks at me, and a fraction of second later, he breaks into a smile. “At least you didn’t say Bullfaeces.”

Truth to be told, the very same word was what my instinct has demanded to say. My rebellion led me to say Poo, which was just a notch cruder.

I pout at him, now he’s repressing laughter, proved by the way his shoulder shakes. “D-Don’t mock me.”

“I’m not,” but his laughter betrays his words. A second later, he burst out laughing and finally admits his fib. “Okay, ahem, I’m mocking you. Sorry.”

It’s actually hard for me to act naturally around him, but just this time, I stomp my foot to the floor and sulk like a little child. “Meanie,” I hiss, but loud enough for him to hear.

That triggers another laugh, before then a girl comes to the previously empty class and he kills the laugh off by coughing. He sounds like a rusty hypo doing that.

Obliquely, I inches closer to him and he responds by putting his hand on my waist. His little acting makes the poor girl believe that she just interrupted us doing something crucial.

“S-Sorry,” the girl bows her head to Sasuke, before then she storms off the class quickly.

“Ah, what a shame,” Sasuke says when the girl’s figure is out of our eyesight, his tone expresses his genuine disappointment. “I want to hear you say your version of ‘Fuck off’.”

And that day, I’m officially a graduate of Sasuke’s ‘ School of Cursing’.

.Fin.

This fic mostly contains the sidestory for I think I, the little things that have left out in the story for the sake of the plot. By stating that, I’m implying that the pairing is not necessarily always SasuHina. NejiIno, NaruSaku, GaaHina and even SasuSaku and NaruHina will be also included.

Any suggestion? Request? Fire it away!!