Hinata looked like he’d just asked her to defuse a bomb. Sasuke waited as patiently as they could; they really did want Hinata’s opinion. It was just that Hinata’s opinion took YEARS.
Worrying her bottom lip, she indicated to the blue one, with it’s nice matte fabric and gold buttons. Sasuke liked it because it had three-quarter sleeves and the skirt gave their hips a bit of definition. “Hold that one up again?” She asked, and Sasuke barely refrained from sighing as they did so, holding the blue dress up to their person.
She leaned forward, narrowing her eyes in thought. Sasuke just stood there. They thought maybe their calf was cramping up. “... And now the red?” Sasuke held the blue one away from them, and lifted the red dress under their chin. It was a slimmer, shorter fit, and Sasuke liked how the turtleneck collar didn’t bunch up, and it showed off their shoulders.
Hinata stared a while, sighed, and slumped. “I don’t know!”
Sasuke dropped their hands loosely to their sides, despairing. “Would you please just pick one?!”
Hinata pressed her face to her hands. “I can’t you look so cute in both of them!” Sasuke scowled, tossed their head, and grimaced off to the side. “You see?! It’s too cute please don’t do that.”
Sasuke, emphasizing outrage to cover whatever softer feelings a statement like that gave them, draped the blue dress over her head and strode off to try on the red. “Next time, I’m taking Sakura,” He muttered, and refused to admit they might be more flattered than frustrated.
Underneath the flowing skirt of the blue dress, Hinata giggled.
