"Ah, Leigh-chan." Sakurai called, seeing Leigh pass by quickly as he turned to the hallway that lead to Tsurude's office. He looked vaguly worse of the wear, his own eyes starting to get dark circles under them. But coffee. He had coffee. Most importantly, it was coffee with sugar. "...You look happy, what's up?"
"Sakurai-kun!" Leigh spun around, braid flying behind her. "I received approval from Tsurude-sama for Naruko-chan and I to go visit Gaara-chan in Sunagakure!" She paused to really look at Sakurai, and her expression quickly shifted from exuberant to concerned. She didn't like the raccoon-eyes. "Ne, ne, Sakurai-kun, are you all right?"
"Ah! Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine. Coffee. Fine." He took a sip of said coffee. "Ah, that's great, I'm glad you and Naruko can go see her, I bet you'll have a lot of fun. Be sure not to get sunburned, okay? Naruko better watch out, too, she's got the blonde hair and all."
Leigh studied him, frowning. She heard the words, but Sakurai-kun, though she'd never admit it aloud, looked not quite like death warmed over. As it was the dark smudges under his eyes were reminiscent Gaara's insomnia rings. "Coffee's okay, I guess," she hazarded (she was never one for artificial stimulants), "but, Sakurai-kun, when was the last time you got any quality sleep?"
"Maa, maa." Leigh waved a hand dismissively. "I do several hundred laps around the village every week if I'm not on a mission. So it's not an issue." She put her hands on her hips. "Now, weren't you going to put that clipboard away?"
'Why do girls always have to be so STUBBORN?' Sakurai thought, before he nodded. "Right, right... Be back in a second." he made his way to one of the other nurses, handed it off to them, signed where appropriate and came back. "Alright, clipboard put away."
Leigh smiled. "Okay! Now we go." And to make sure Sakurai-kun didn't try to sneak off, she hooked an arm around his so she was holding his upper arm. She failed miserably at not blushing like mad as she all but dragged him from the Hokage Tower. At least, she tried to console herself, she was only looking out for his well-being!
Dragged from the tower by Leigh with no chance of escape (and well maybe part of him did want to go home and sleep but felt guilty about not working when he was still capable of it) Sakurai just followed her out until it was his time to lead her back to his home. "...So, Tsurude-sama really approved your trip to Suna? That's really lucky." Sakurai said, trying to break the silence.
Leigh turned them right. "If you'd like, I can make you some ramen when Naruko-chan and I are back from Suna," she offered. She looked around, her grin softening into a smile. "You live in a nice part of the village."
"I'd like that, you cook well." Sakurai pauses and looks around here they're at as well. "Is it? I never really thought about it. My parents bought the house when I was a baby, so I haven't lived anyplace else." Though he is considering moving. Time to strike out on his own. And he's the only person on his team still living with his parents.
Of course, everyone else on his team have lost parents in tragic accidents, but he still felt embarrassed by it.
Leigh flushed crimson again at the compliment, dark eyes shining. Not quite sure how to respond, she instead focused on his comment on housing. "I've got a nice single-bedroom flat, but having a house someday would be nice," she said wistfully. "I wouldn't mind a bigger kitchen. And a backyard to train in for the few times when I wasn't quite feeling up to circling the village."
"Mm, I'd like my own house too, though I'll probably get an apartment of my own first." He'd also like a wife, kids, perhaps a pet and a white picket fence. These are things only Inosuke knows, though. Sakurai is embarrassed enough about the pink hair, no need to reveal he's been planning his wedding since he was five.
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Of course, everyone else on his team have lost parents in tragic accidents, but he still felt embarrassed by it.
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