He was just a little nervous about going to her room. This would be the first time he'd really interacted with her when he wasn't injured, and it worried him. Would she even want him around if she didn't absolutely have to be there to fix something? He couldn't gauge her reaction from the journals because if anyone knew how easy it was for someone to fake kindness, it was him.
Adjusting the sword he'd rigged to the belt the closet had given him as he walked the short trip down the hall, and absolutely hating its choice in clothes, Sasuke was starting to wish he'd asked for her room number. He knew they were on the same floor, and that there wasn't anyone beyond his room, so that side of the hallway was out. "I should have asked for directions," he muttered under his breath, stopping at each door to glance at the names.
When he finally found the right room, he froze. What if she'd lied and her roommate was there? What if Naruto was there?
No. He'd come that far already, so he couldn't back out now. Just think of it as another mission, another step on his path. He was stronger than he let on, he was confident in his abilities, and if something went bad, he had the power to turn around and walk out. Raising his hand, he knocked lightly and stepped back, glancing down the hallway to make sure there was no sign of her roommate -not that it helped since he didn't really know what she looked like.
...now if only his heart would stop pounding hard enough to bruise ribs.