Temporal | First Impressions
It was Yamanaka Ino's first day in the Academy, and the moment she set eyes on him, she fell in love. She fell in love with his dark, dark hair and dark, dark eyes and bad, bad attitude. She thought he was beautiful.
Ino pointed the cute, cute boy out and declared, "I'm going to marry him when I grow up!" because that's what all little girls say.
Sakura turned, pink hair flowing, her green eyes bright. Ino loved loved loved Sakura because she was beautiful and kind and she was Ino's very own best friend.
And Sakura blushed and laughed and pointed at another boy. "I'm going to marry him!" she whispered. Ino followed her pointing finger and saw a weird boy with a big coat and black glasses.
"But he's weird!" she hissed in horror. Sakura couldn't marry such a horrible boy! They were sworn sisters forever, and if Sakura married him Ino would be related to him, and that was way gross.
"No, he's mysterious and cool and charming," Sakura corrected dreamily. "I wish I could see his face!"
Ino screwed up her nose in disgust and tried to think of a way to make her best friend fall in love with some other boy, any other boy. Like the one with the pointy red triangles on his face, or that cute sleepy one with hair that stuck up.
But her dark-haired, dark-eyed boy—yes, he was hers now—walked by, and she lost her train of thought and couldn't help but grin crazily at him. Even though he didn't look at her, her huge blue eyes followed his slouched figure faithfully across the room.