Hinata Hyuga

You had long been regretting agreeing to room with Hinata Hyuga since the first day you had moved in for college. She had some how gotten herself in so much trouble moving her boxes, that she had fell and sprained her ankle. You had to move the rest of her boxes AND arrange them in her drawers. She had apologized profusely and swore up and down that she would make it up for you once she had gotten better. Three weeks had flown by and she had started walking again. You were coming back from the bathroom when you had heard some commotion in the kitchen. Going to investigate, you creep down the stairs, peeking at the kitchen from the last steps. In the kitchen, Hinata had been mixing what looked like flour and sugar and something else that reminding you of fall. “What are you doing?” You asked her

“I’m making cinnamon rolls to make up for your help with my boxes.”

She said quietly. You never actually expect her to repay you for your efforts, but since you’re getting free dessert you don’t pay it any mind.

“Ok. Thanks.” You mumble, trudging back up the stairs. Twenty minutes later, a yell could be heard from downstairs. It had shook you because quiet the place had been since Hinata didn’t talking loudly at all. You rush down the stairs to find Hinata, only,…half of her? Like, in the oven?

“How could you have possibly gotten in there??” You yell at her bottom, which was in the air and very hard not to look at.

“I h-had finished mixing all the stuff and had gone to preheat the oven, a-and when I looked inside, it was kinda dirty, s-so I decided to clean it, a-a-and I got stuck.”

Listening to her, you could only think of how much she was stuttering, and how little of her you could hear due to her embarrassment.

“Oh my goodness, HELP! There’s a spider in here!!” She yelled urgently.

You rush to the side of the oven, grabbing at the sides of her waist, feeling how the soft frills of her apron press against your hand. You gently tug her, feeling no difference in movement. You move to the front of the oven, pulling her directly backwards.

The fall was swift and so was the pang to your head when you both fell down after your efforts to pull her out. You go to feel your head, only to be met with the smooth feel of skin.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!!” You had finally understood when you looked up and saw her sitting on your chest.