#maisqueumaflor

I really miss my partners. It seems like they all vanished all at once with no warning. I don't know where they went... but I miss them.

She looked around before closing the door behind her. She walked up to the front of the classroom where a pink haired girl was standing as well. She must be this classes representative, she thought to herself. She turned her attention now to the other students who appeared to be bored out of their mind. "Sorry for my absents but I'm here now and we can finally get the preparations started for the school dance." She stated, as a small smile formed on her face as she waited for the pink haired girl to speak.

go get a fucking room you fight like a married couple jesus christ

      “I sensed you coming from a mile away, dipshit.”

" Sakura?"  His knuckles bounced off of the wooden frame of her door, creating dull knocking sounds to try and alert her of his presence. " Sakura!"  He called out a bit louder, averting his singular gaze up towards the windows above the archway of her house. Hm....was she even home? Stuffing one hand inside the pocket aside of the right side of his vest, he took a few steps backwards to divert his gaze in which ever direction, observing the household with a small exhale.  Bouncing off the ball of his heel, he ascended upwards to land against the railing of her deck, balancing his weight against the arches of his feet-- Yup! Not a soul in this house... ...But the window was open.  She wouldn't mind, would she? He did need a few medical reports about fellow Jounin that came back previously injured from A class missions-- he had to know which ones were healed enough, and which ones needed more time to rest. Ducking underneath the window, common sense was already telling him to turn back, to get the hell out of there! Breaking into his pupil's house? Just for reports?  It's not like he was going to take anythin--  " Oh?" His brow arched slightly. He knew that cover from anywhere! Resting near the nightstand on the side of her bed was an orange decorated book, bound along the sides with Red Kanji. " Icha Icha."  " Well, I'll be damned.."  Rusing a small chuckle from the depths of his mask, his fingertips brushed across the top of the book, lifting it up from the side of the bed. It hadn't been touched, hell the plastic was still around it, so it was obviously still very new.. but, why did Sakura have this in the first place? Didn't she hate his kind of books?  Plopping down against the middle of her bed, his fingertips still decided to stray and graze over the bound of the book-- he couldn't help but let a small smile and a gentle " 'Heh.." pass through his lips.  Was she just going to go through all the trouble of reading this just for him?  Of course, if he confronted her about it, she'd never own up to it, that's just how stubborn she was..  A loud yawn passed through his lips, echoing inside of her room-- the force of the yawn itself caused his eye to water up with warm liquid. When was the last time he had actually got some sleep? The nightmares were getting worse every night...but, something about her room-- maybe it was the softness of her mattress, or it might have been because it smelled like her, but eventually, his arm lifted up to cover his eyes from the light that entered the room from the windows and dozed off into a small, light slumber.