What they don't tell you about small children and infants, is that they are, for the most part, germs-filled monstrosities, smelling of sweat and excrements, having boogers going down their noses at all times, which while horrifying on its own, became downright unacceptable when taking into consideration that it was also accompanied by the disturbing fact they never brushed their teeth, as well, as their terrible tendency to touch anything and everything they could with their sticky, grubby fingers. In short, what I am trying to get at is that I absolutely despised the lot of them.
At least, my being forced to live with such disappointing company had the benefit of making me overly conscious of the disgusting nature of children and forced me to keep a constant amount of attention on my hygiene and cleanliness, almost to the point of germophobia, as I washed my hands several times a day and before every meal, as well as taking some time out of my day to make sure I showered at least once every two days, while changing my clothes daily.
I had always been somewhat of a neat freak, but being surrounded by the disgusting smells and sights of the orphanage had made me defend my self-attributed title as the best smelling orphan child in Konoha with much more vigor and care than I would have done so otherwise.
Similarly, since I was already putting so much effort into remaining clean and proper, caring for my clothes was not much of a leap, and everyday, I took the time to wash my underwear and sandals, refusing to let any smell taint me like it did my peers.
I had hoped to learn to sew so I could fix my clothes whenever they were damaged, even going so far as to offer my services to the matron with helping her out with her chores and fixing the other children's clothing too in exchange for her teaching me and providing me the basic tools required, but I had been gently turned down, the woman claiming that sharp and pointy needles should remain outside of a child's grasp, and yes, even one as responsible as me, she had added before pinching my cheeks at my unhappy pout.
In reality, I hadn't minded much, though I had made a show of giving her my darkest glare for the rest of the day, even huffing and turning my head in superiority whenever our eyes met, making her giggle whenever she caught sight of my little tantrum.
She never said it outloud, but I thought it was heavily implied that I was her favorite pupil, if only for how little trouble I gave her on a day to day basis, as well as my contributions as a chaperone to the younger charges or all the dishes I had cleaned in life so far.