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[livingsandbox]

Who: Gaara and Matsuri
What: He's finding out his hormones are fucked :|
Where: 919
When: Naaaao.
Rating: PG-13 - M-Maybe R, but definitely not as far as NC-17.
Warnings: LMAO GAARA BEING EVEN REMOTELY SEXUAL OMG ;.;

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[matsuri_of_suna]

Oblivious to the inner conflicts of her roommate, Matsuri was walking down the long hallway of the castle, carrying a tray of food that she cooked for Gaara, as usual. Customarily, they ate together during mealtimes, in silence that she was slowly beginning to grow accustomed to, but she wasn't feeling very hungry herself at present, so she just made something for him.

She entered their room without fanfare and set the food down on the nightstand between their beds, casting the redhead a look of concern upon noticing a brief flash of unease across his face.

Other than the mild agitation occasionally flickering over his outward appearance, he gave no indication of any distress, but she discreetly snuck peeks at him every once in a while, curious about his current mindset.

When the silence unnerved her to the point of shifting uncomfortably, Matsuri finally piped up in inquiry, "Um... are you all right, Gaara-sama?"

[livingsandbox]

Gaara had heard the door creak, the smell of food filling his senses first, before the smell of female hit him next. Mmph. Matsuri. Why did she have to smell so good at that particular moment? He cursed the inner workings of his body, the chemicals that caused him to react so atrociously every now and again when a member of the opposite sex walked in (and unbeknown to him, today they would be even less picky) and wished with all his might that it would go away.

Letting his hand fall, he kept his eyes shut, licking his lips absentmindedly. What was he supposed to do? Lie? Her concern was endearing - usually annoying, but today, he appreciated it. Perhaps she could help him ease his mind away from the sexual urges that he was sure was causing him distress and allow him to go back to his normal, unemotional self.

"Not particularly."

[matsuri_of_suna]

His behavior was... a little different than usual

[livingsandbox]

Gaara was unsure what to say at first. Sitting up, he gazed at her for a long moment, his tongue darting out to lick his lips once more. She looked so harmless, so vulnerable, and he found that it wasn't helping him in the slightest. His eyes broke away from her finally, staring instead at the wall as he crossed his arms over his chest. The food was unwanted at the moment - his appetite was not one of normal hunger.

"Unless you can find some way to relieve stress, I am afraid not," he muttered. He had entirely forgotten Gin and his teachings towards Matsuri - or, well, at least why he had taught her. He was far too busy thinking of other things. His head rested against the wall behind his bed, his knees bent and he dangled one arm over them as he gazed out the window on the far wall.