Author's Note: I should prolly feel guilty for not updating my other fics, but I decided to start a new drabble series to dump all the random ideas that pop up into my head and never get written into a proper fic. The drabbles will mostly be unrelated. And yes, I'm aware that the title and summary is painfully cliche.

The ratings will vary from PG-13 to T, and maybe, M. If a specific chapter is M-rated, it'll be stated in the AN. No specific pairings, but most are leaning towards pairings like NejiSaku, ShikaSaku, SasuSaku, NaruSaku, KakaSaku, etcetc. It really depends, though. This drabble series mainly talks about random -mostly possibly canon- moments that happened in Sakura's life, and her relationship with her friends, mostly the males, because the males are sexyyy hurhur. Anyway, enjoy! The first few chapters are kinda short, but I'll try to lengthen them as I write more.

1. legs, boots and clouds

"Nara Shikamaru, what on earth do you think you're doing?"

They were walking back from the quiet little teashop, which was a street away from Ichiraku Ramen, where they had their lunch during their breaks. Sakura had made it a habit to eat with the Rookie 9 and Team Gai, whether it was just one of them, or the whole team, as much as possible. She had no family, not anymore, and the last thing she wanted was to drift apart from her close friends who have been with her since her childhood days.

Today, it was a lunch date - completely platonic, mind you - with the lazy Jounin tactician.

Said man in question hums thoughtfully. "Checking your legs out," he said, his half-lidded gaze never leaving its current object of interest. After all, he was currently walking behind the pink-haired medic and it was only natural to look, no?

Sakura sputters, face going several shades of red - which she insists was due to anger and nothing else. Really.

"You really have the sexiest pair of legs I've ever seen," he drawls on matter-of-factly - Sakura wonders how he does that, sounding so lazy yet smart and right - and tilts his head slightly to the right and slouches even more with his hands stuffed into his pockets. Sakura belatedly realizes that he was still staring at her legs and she was really torn between punching the shadow user half-way across the desert or smile and giggle like a moron because, really, everyone knows Shikamaru doesn't lie (unless a mission requires it, of course). Apparently it's too troublesome. He's as honest and blunt as shinobi get.

"Ino's are pretty nice too, but they don't have the shape and curves that yours have. And those boots of yours are ridiculously hot."

"Shikamaru, what is wrong with you?"

Sakura decides not to throttle the Jounin, because she was a Chuunin and he was technically her superior and it had nothing to do with the fact that his words made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, albeit slightly disturbed.

Finally, Shikamaru tears his eyes away from her legs and stretches languidly. He yawns and places his hands on the back of his head. Sakura felt slightly less self-conscious now that his eyes were not on her.

"Meh. The guys were talking about it at the HQ," he replies, completely unaware that he just signed some of his Jounin comrades up for a one-on-one with Sakura's chakra-enhanced fist.

Needless to say, Sakura was feeling particularly murderous.

"Care to tell me who these lovely comrades of yours are, Shika-kun?" she asks the tactician sweetly.

Shikamaru should've noticed the warning signs. But no, he was far more interested in the rather unique-looking cloud floating overhead.

"The usual. The baka, Uchiha, Chouji, dog boy, Hyuuga, Lee…" He trailed off.

Lee? They involved Lee in this kind of… uncouth conversation?

Poor, innocent, youthful Lee! It' okay Lee, I'll beat them up and then try to salvage what's left of your innocence!

They'll never know what hit them.

Author's Note: My writing style changed, and with this drabble series I want to experiment with different ways of writing. Reviews would be very much appreciated! :)