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If the feeling had been any more subtle, Sakura would have blamed it on the bad camp food. It was her turn to cook, always a disaster even when she was paying attention - which she wasn't; she was much, much too distracted to think about cooking.
She wondered if he was mad at her for catching him in the act, mask down and delicately scraping the white stubble off his chin. She'd seen him down there washing up by the little stream at the bottom of the flat hill where they'd set up, as the others were still crawling out of their bedrolls.
Sneaking up on him was always something she'd considered impossible; Kakashi would have been less embarrassed perhaps, if his reaction to her eyes meeting his own then, had not been to cut a neat slice into his cheek.
Sakura healed him before he managed to say a word; now there was this feeling in her gut that wouldn't dissipate. Not a bad feeling, but it took her a long time to recognize it for what it was.
They were on the move now, and every time he glanced her way, the butterflies in her stomach did a little dance. The four shinobi leapt from branch to branch in formation just like they had so many other times, until Sakura tripped and fell from a ridiculous height.
Kakashi caught her by the back of her belt, hauling her back up into the canopy like a stunned gazelle.
"You alright?" he asked, and she realized that she'd never been nervous about him putting his hand on her body before.
"Yeah, I don't know what happened." The butterflies were already back in force, and she could feel sweat prickling her hairline.
"Okay, but if it happens again, we're stopping," he said.
It wasn't going to happen again, and she was careful to see that it didn't. The butterflies stayed, however.