was never much one for playing the odds
A little birdie might have suggested that it was recently @moonfox22’s birthday and also that she needs hugs and love and good things.
I wrote this instead of working on my Camp project because Priorities™.
Blind date; insufficient underwear; luck of the sannin. Kakasaku. Smut. What is consistent tone.
Sakura tugs at the hem of her dress and scowls.
It’s not the length of the skirt that’s bothering her; Sakura is proud of her legs, thanks.
It’s that Ino broke into her apartment two days ago and stole almost all of her underwear. Apparently, cotton boy shorts with smiling fruit on them “aren’t appropriate for a woman over the age of seventeen, seriously, what the hell Forehead, your pink hair is bad enough.”
Which, okay, rude. There’s nothing inherently juvenile or girlish about pink hair, Ino. Sakura gets her hair colour from her grandfather. It’s gender neutral.
And Sakura is more than willing to fight anyone who disagrees.
She’ll even do it without chakra.
Anyways, Sakura’s underwear.