"Here. Your uniforms." He handed me a pile of folded black slacks and shirts, his expression as stoic as it usually was.
"Th-thanks." I stuttered, a bit intimidated by his quietness. Neji-nii-san has always had that air around him, one that makes you feel... oh, I don't know, really uncomfortable.
I set down the pile of clothes on my bed and turned to him again.
"And here's your introductory letter." My cousin handed a sealed envelope to me.
I wordlessly took it.
"I'll see you in the morning, Hinata-san."
"Hai." I nodded at Nii-san, and as if interpreting my nod as a dismissal, he turned and exited my bedroom, closing the door gently behind him.
Almost immediately after he was gone, I retrieved the pile and stuffed it in my duffel bag. After zipping it up, I placed it against the door near my other luggage and sighed.
Oh, Kami-sama, how did I get myself into this mess?
I plopped down on my bed, pulling my knees against my chest while rocking slowly back and forth. I don't think I've ever felt that stressed before. Settling in between the covers, the last thought that came to mind before I drifted asleep was how odd and definitely eventful school was going to be.
I waited at the bottom of the stairs for Nii-san, shifting uncomfortably. Wearing boys' clothes wasn't that bad. I kind of looked like one, too... save for my long hair.
Well... Nii-san has long hair, but he always pulled the look off.
I nearly jumped out of my underwear at the sudden screech. It wasn't a monster. Just my little sister.
"Onee-chan, your uniform suits you!" She stood in front of me with her hands placed on her hips, observing with a grin plastered on her face. "You actually look like a boy... from far away..." Her face fell.
"A-ano... I- I don't look like a b-boy up close?" I bowed my head, beginning to grow frantic. This isn't good.
"It's just your boobs, Onee-chan." My little sister said the word "boobs" without the slightest embarrassment as where I blushed madly at just hearing the word.
She stepped closer and reached out without warning, hands squeezing. "Yes, they're going to be a problem."
"Kyaa!" I retreated from her, flustered, crossing my arms over my chest. "H-Hanabi-chan! Do-don't ever do that again!"
Raising my voice, I tried to sound a bit more stern.
"A-are you re-ready, H-Hi-Hinata-san?" Nii-san appeared from around the corner, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.
Why is he stuttering?
"Ano..." I began, but my little sister cuts me off.
"Neji-nii-san, she can't go looking like this." Hanabi-chan waved her hand about, motioning at my chest.
He grew silent.
The topic was making me feel uncomfortable.
"Onee-chan, you need to do something about your melons." She said a matter-of-factly.
"Melons...?" Oh. I understood then.
I shut my eyes tightly, almost sure that my face is tomato-red, and inhaled, "HYUUGA HANAB-"
"Oh, no! Nii-san!" Hanabi-chan panicked.
My eyes shot open and rushed towards my cousin's side. "Neji-nii-san!" I crouched, shaking him lightly.
"Oi, Onee-chan, his nose is bleeding..."
The walk to school was going to be silent. No doubt about it.
Finally arriving at our destination, my cousin took a step in front of me, facing away. "Will you stop that?"
"H-huh?" I looked up at him in pretend-confusion.
"Stop looking at your chest. It's fine."
"I'm s-s-sorry." Bowing my head in embarrassment, I raised my hand to my bag strap and began to finger it nervously.
"And stop acting like a girl, Hinata-san." He sighed, then turned to me again. "Your appearance alone is enough to make others think you're suspicious."
"Hai, Neji-nii-san," I managed to say without fainting out of shame.
"Now, let's go. We need to find our rooms."
As I followed Nii-san to the dormitories, I took the opportunity to mentally note the environment.
Lots of trees.
Few colorful flowers.
Lots of stony paths.
Lots of boys.
"Here. This is my room." He stopped suddenly.
And since I wasn't paying much attention, I collided into his back. "Ita!" I mumbled, stumbling backwards, while rubbing my nose.
"Watch where you're going, Hinata-san." He scolded, clear annoyance in his eyes.
"Gomen..." I bowed my head again, hands returning to my sides.
He shook his head and sighed. Again.
Nii-san seems to be doing that a lot today.
"Looks like I'm sharing." He said.
"W-we get roommates?" I squeaked. I'm going to have to share a room with a boy? "Ho-how do you know, Nii-san?"
I looked over his shoulder, seeing two plaques hung over the engraved number thirty-three. One read "Hyuuga N." and the other "Uzumaki N.".
He sighed and turned to me after fishing through his pocket, his cheeks red.
Again with the sighing...
"I wish that there was some kind of way that I could be your roommate."
My response was a blush. I instantly dropped my head as words were beginning to come out of my mouth incoherently. "...a-ano..."
"I-It's not like that, Hinata-san!" Nii-san quickly explained, seeing my reaction, "if we shared the same room, it'd make it easier for you, since I already know your secret."
The door suddenly swung open and a really, very handsome boy appeared behind it. He has the most amazing eyes I've ever seen... so beautiful. And his hair was ten times lighter than mine.
"Oh, I thought I heard noises." He gave a really cute grin. "One of you guys my roommate?"
"Yes, that would be me." Nii-san answered, retrieving his luggage in his arms. He looked at me one last time, "You should find your room now. If it's number thirty-four, then it should be right next door."
"O-okay... I'll see you soon, Nii-san." Grabbing my duffel bag by the strap, I dashed away before my face can grow any hotter and redder under the blond-haired boy's gaze. Eh... on the other hand, it wouldn't be such a good thing to be roommates with someone I might like.
Alright, here's room thirty four!
There was only one plaque on the door, my name.
Does this mean I get my own room?
Turning the doorknob, I gently swung the door open to find a completely unoccupied room. Its size wasn't bad. And I could see a bathroom in the corner. The kitchen I was not expecting, but I was happy otherwise. I get to cook my own food.
Relieved that I'll be by myself, I walked inside and closed the door behind me. I put my bags on one of the double-beds, and smiled to myself, thinking of how I should decorate the room.
It can use a few touches. I guess I'll start planning it out after the orientation.
I slung my backpack over my shoulder, imagining myself as a boy and walked out the door.
"Have you even hit puberty yet?"
Not even five seconds after settling down in my seat, someone confronted me already. Shakily, I turned around, seeing a boy with a puppy in his arms. The boy oddly blushed when our eyes meet.
Out of nowhere, Neji-nii-san suddenly sat in the seat next to me, surprising me a little. "Aren't dogs, or pets for that matter, prohibited in school?" I saw his brows raise.
"Shut up! Akamaru's not just any dog!" The boy answered in an uncollected manner.
"Yeah? He looks like any other dog to me."
I quickly rose out of my seat, fearing that a fight would ensue. "A-ano... please s-stop."
"Yeah. Relax, Kiba." There was a familiar voice. I felt an arm around my shoulders, and a weight leaning against me. "So, Neji-san tells me that you're his cousin. What's your name?"
Oh, dear... oh, dear...
The boy who was standing very close to me was the boy I saw earlier. There was a bright grin on his face; it made me turn red instantly at the sight.
"A-ano... I'm Hyuuga Hiiii..." I trailed off at the sudden motion at my right. It was Nii-san standing. The panic-stricken look on his face served as an alerting reminder. I almost gave out my name. My real name. Which would probably give everything away.
"Hyuuga Hi, eh? Nice to meet you. I'm Uzumaki Naruto. You can just call me Naruto. I won't mind." He takes his arm off me and sits across from me, the warm smile on his face never fading. I could just melt right here and now.
"You don't seem half-bad, Hi-san." The boy addressed by Naruto-kun as Kiba looked at me in approval. "Name's Inuzuka Kiba."
"N-nice to meet you both!" I put on my best smile, about to give a small bow when I heard two resounding thuds.
Naruto-kun had fallen off his chair, Kiba-kun lying flat on the floor with Akamaru licking at his owner's face.
"Oh no!" I yelped, suddenly feeling very low self-esteem.
...do I look so ugly that my smile alone has the power to render others unconscious?