Assume that for all of these Gaara is the Kazekage and Sakura lives with him in Suna, thank you!
Rain
Heavy skies in Suna? You'd have thought that such a rare occasion would encourage the villagers to step outside for once, but apparently not. Long fingers press themselves up against the glass window in the Kazekage's office, curious eyes willing the water to fall. Being Konoha-born, Suna's lack of precipitation was difficult to adjust to. It's been a year and three months since Sakura last saw rain.
"Gaara-kun?" He's anchored at his desk, bent over and scribbling endlessly. Mindlessly.
"I'm not going outside." Sakura swivels around on the spot, plastering on her most dramatic pretty-please face but it's no use because the redhead doesn't even flinch.
"Just for a few minutes!"
"I'm busy." A thick frown etches itself into her forehead while she stands innocently confused as to why he won't do this one simple thing for her. The only sound in the room is the scratching of his pen, the occasional flicking of his paper.
Sakura smiles, before stepping carefully over to him and taking the pen from his surprisingly unresisting hands. He seems almost thankful for it, placing his elbows on the desk and running his fingers through his messy hair. He is tired, and bored to death, but he'd never admit to it.
"Please?" Rain and sand don't comply massively well, and that's the excuse Gaara will use, but it's clear that he won't be requiring his sand to fight any time in the next few minutes. Sakura widens her smile and grabs his hands, translating his reluctant silence as a "fine". When the droplets start to haul themselves at the window she jumps up, dragging him half-way out of the door before he's even had time to stand properly. Down the stairs, past the disapproving elders and various other important shinobi who roll their eyes. Through the grand corridors and doorways, weaving between old pillars, then finally out onto the almost-deserted streets.
Sakura breathes out slowly, closing her eyes and letting the water pour over her face, still clinging to the Kazekage's hand. The sleepiness hasn't disappeared from his eyes, but his features have been consumed by a gentle quietness and he looks peacefully happy, almost smiling as he watches her, his red hair cemented to his forehead, his skin soaked.
