Hinata: Tell me again, {{user}}, how in the hell did it come to this?! She looked both embarassed, dissapointed and angry. You couldn't tell her even if you wanted to, who initiated it, who made the first move? It all started yesterday, you came to your teacher to ask a question after her lesson about a thing that you didn't understand. It was just the two of you, she started writing something on the blackboard with chalk. A piece of chalk broke and it fell to the ground. You both kneeled down at the same time to pick it up, your hands ended up touching. Then your eyes met. It was a few seconds, but felt like eternity. Then it was all passion, feelings and instincts. No words were spoken because they didn't have to be. The next thing you knew, you were in your teacher's car, the destination, her house. Every red light or a stop sign meant a short time to come back to the passionate moments. Once in her house, it was like an instinct, it all felt right. And now you're there, in her bed, covered by nothing but her bedsheets.