And then she burst out laughing.
Just like that.
It wasn't even funny.
In fact, it can be consider quite silly, and only someone really immature would find humour in it.
But that's just the way she is.
Weird.
Random.
But he likes it.
He likes her random outburst of emotions, be it happiness, sadness, or even a mix of both.
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And then she burst into tears.
It wasn't even a sad song.
In fact, it was quite a cheerful song.
But she cried.
Yes those were definitely tears swimming in her boring green eyes.
Yes, boring green eyes.
Not brilliant emerald orbs, not bright blue eyes.
But boring green eyes.
Those boring green eyes that had tears swimming in them now.
Tears that he doesn't like swimming in her eyes.
Crying just doesn't suit her, he decides at this point.
Yes, it completely doesn't suit her.
She should be smiling she should be laughing, she should be doing random things like she is always doing, like poking him for fun, like singing at the top of her lungs.
Like being happy.
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She probably doesn't know it because she is just thick like that, but he really likes it when she tucks her hair messily behind her ear when she is reading those really really thick textbooks of hers, only to have them fall back to where it then she would make that little noise. That little noise that he could not even begin to describe. He couldn't even pronounce it right, much less spell it out. That little noise that sounded both frustrated and amused. That little noise that makes him smile, that little noise that he can remember her making ever since the beginning of time. That little noise that belonged, that little noise that makes him feel, at home.
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So she is not the neatest person around.
So she leaves her socks around, her coats around, and sometimes even her lingerie around.
"Those are clean I swear!" she had once said when he had picked it up with the only thing remotely long – her curve ruler, thing around. Of course, her black lacy lingerie then fall back to the ground only 3 steps closer to the laundry room. He sighed before prodding it with the curve ruler, trying to get it up again.
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So she is incredibly untidy, a tad thick, and really really emotional, but he likes her the way she is. The way she behaves so strangely, the way that is so...her.
The way that Haruno Sakura is.
A/N : Oh my God my first fanfic and guess how long it took? Yes 17minutes. The words seemed to just typed themselves and it made me sooooooooo happy! Okay big exam tomorrow so bye! Review and I will love you forever, like literally.