I'm back! This chapter has some definite development between our two babies. Hope you're satisfied by it- if you're not, feel free to shriek about it in a REVIEW! Haha it's like social media marketing- any engagement is a positive sign. :D

Trigger warning: there's a bit of stalking in this chapter. Nothing very graphic, again, but if it triggers you, feel free to skip till the second marker.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction, with no copyright infringement intended. I don't own PoT, which belongs to Takeshi Konomi.

"Game and match, Seigaku's Kagawa-Fuji pair! 6-2!"

Fuji blinked at Sakura. "In a hurry, Sakura-chan?" He enquired. "You might have mortally offended our opponents."

Sakura didn't pause as she stuffed her racquet into her bag and slipped her bottle out of it. "Don't care." She replied, before taking a swig. "Sorry, Fuji-senpai, Nomura-buchou, but I have to leave early. Just this once."

Nomura looked concerned. "Everything alright with your mother?" Sakura shook her head, then nodded violently. "Yeah, no- I mean, she's fine, captain, this isn't about that. But it's urgent, I promise. Please?"

Her captain nodded. "Sure. I hope it's nothing serious, though?"

Sakura swallowed, thinking of the hospital ward and the fear in Airi's voice as she said 'Alcohol poisoning'. "No." She intoned. "It's not… nothing too serious. Thank you, Nomura-buchou. I'll- I'll see you tomorrow."

She scampered off. Fuji, Kazumi and Nomura exchanged looks.

Having jostled her way to the front of the bus, Sakura was the first to jump off when the doors opened. Her eyes scanned the crowd anxiously.

"Sakura, over here!" She turned at the sound of Momoko's voice to see her waving from beside Kagome.

Kagome, who was sitting on her suitcase, and giving her a twisted smile. "Hey."

Sakura threw her arms around her. "I can't believe you're going already." She whimpered. "Kagome-"

She was unprepared for the sheer force behind the arms that snaked around her. "I know. But I- I can't not go asap, Sakura-chan… I'm… I'm not okay. I want to be."

"Of course." Sakura nodded, sniffling as she drew away and shuffled out of the path of a couple making their way to the airport gate. "I'm just… I'm gonna miss you."

"Well, duh." Kagome winked. "You'd better."

Airi wasn't here; she hated goodbyes. She'd talked to Kagome at length the previous night, a conversation that had reduced both girls to tears. Momoko's eyes were faintly red, and Mr and Mrs Okubo looked similarly pained. But they'd be going to Okinawa to settle Kagome in, so they had a bit of time.

Sakura wasn't a fan of weepy goodbyes herself, but then she'd never had any poignant farewells to bid. Looking at Kagome now, she wondered how the next three months would be without her smart-ass remarks and teasing smile, without her snorting laughter and snide murmurs while window-shopping at overpriced boutiques. They'd been friends for four years- from junior high- and Sakura had forgotten what life had been like before Kagome.

She mustered up a trembling smile. "On second thought-" And giggled as Kagome stomped on her toes. The laughter dwindled into silence, then, and Sakura didn't quite know what to say.

"You're gonna win the Kantou." Her friend said abruptly; her eyes was fierce, serious. "You're gonna win the Kantou and go to Nationals and you're gonna win that too. You're gonna win it all, Sakura."

That… that… Sakura's lip trembled. "I'd rather have you here for it."

"I will be." Kagome promised. Sakura snickered wetly. "In my heart?"

The other girl rolled her eyes. "On Skype, idiot."

Momoko laughed. "We'll work something out. That'll be fun."

Sakura wound an arm around each of them. "Yeah," She murmured, burying her face in Kagome's shoulder, just breathing. "Yeah."

On the bus back, Sakura had wheedled Momoko into coming along for breakfast with Akitaka Mei. "I can't believe you're playing matchmaker." The other girl had groused, but she'd agreed, so now all that was left was securing Mikabi.

"Hey, Sakura-chan."

Sakura grinned, though Mikabi couldn't see it. "Hey, Mikabi-chan, what's up?"

"Nothing much, just getting some homework done. Hey, you finished the Math problems?"

"The Page 67 ones?" Sakura took a bite of her cupcake. Mmm, pumpkin spice. "Yeah, my class had to do them on Wednesday."

"Oh good, so what'd you get for the third one?" Mikabi asked. "I got dx/dy equals 47."

Sakura scrambled for her notebook. "Hang on…" She muttered. "Nope, that one's 43. Did you square the derivative before calculating the function? I think Airi did that too."

"… Damn. Yeah, that's what I did. Thanks… anyway, is everything okay? You left pretty abruptly."

Sakura chewed her lip. "Yeah, it's all good. Nothing to worry about." She didn't want to think about watching Kagome walk through those doors. "I just wanted to ask if you wanted to have breakfast tomorrow morning? At Ginpo's?"

There was a pause. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

Sakura gaped for a second. "What? No." She took a deep breath. "I'm having breakfast a couple of friends, and I just thought you might like to come."

Mikabi's chuckle was a tad wry. "Way to get a girl's hopes up, Sakura-chan. But yeah, sounds like fun. I'll be there- who else's coming?"

"You, me, Momoko and… um, you remember Akitaka Mei? From-"

"Hyotei?" She could well imagine Mikabi having sat up all of a sudden. "Wow, what's with you and out-of-school friends, Sakura-chan?"

Sakura flopped back onto the bed. "I dunno. She's pretty cool, anyway. Doesn't seem like the rest of the Hyotei crowd."

"Well, okay then." Mikabi sounded distracted again. "I'll see you there, yeah? Around 7?"

"Yep." Sakura replied, popping the 'p'. "See you there. Bye!"

She touched the 'end call' button and dropped her phone. Well, that was easy. She picked it up again. After a moment's hesitation, she selected a contact. Hit 'call'.

The hesitation was just a remnant from before, she told herself. She'd get used to being friends with him… a friendship he wanted. Especially after Tanabata… he'd listened to her without the put-upon expression she knew well, he'd argued with her, told her the story (with only minimal protest)… the memory caused her lips to turn up at the corners. His nephew was a lucky boy, having that voice at his disposal.

"Kagawa." Said voice rumbled through the speaker now. Sakura blinked. "Hey," She ran a hand through her hair. "Watcha doin'?"

"Shopping for grip tape. You?" Nerd.

"Nothin' much… just got back. I've got a bit of homework, but it's not a lot- don't lecture me!" She forestalled the disapproving something he was definitely going to say. "We beat Yamabuki, by the way."

There was a pause at that. "I see. So we will see you in the finals." He replied. Sakura chuckled. "Of course… I keep my promises, Sanada-kun."

"An admirable trait." He said dryly. She laughed again. "Don't worry, you can tell your team we'll go easy on them." She sniped.

A scoff came down the line. "I'm sure they'll be relieved. Ikeda in particular."

"They should be! And… yeah, we won our mixed doubles as well, and at least Fuji-senpai and I will be playing the final. Not sure about the other two pairs- depends on the points." She rolled over onto her belly. "Niou-san plays mixed doubles?"

"You should already know that." He rebuked. She made a face, knowing he couldn't see it. "I'm not a data gatherer, okay, I just play." She snorted. "I'd like to play him, actually."

That gave him pause. "I see. Niou is a tricky customer."

She laughed. "Sanada-kun, honey, that's exactly why!" She hadn't meant the endearment, but now that it'd slipped out she couldn't very well take it back. She ploughed on, ignoring her warm cheeks. "He plays mind games. I like mind games."

"That's what they all say until they meet him." Sanada replied darkly. There was a story there, Sakura just knew it. But she ignored the bait- for now, anyway. "Well, I've met him, and I've watched him play for years, and I think I'd have fun playing him in doubles." She said airily.

Sanada paused again. "Kagawa… Niou isn't…" He trailed off, letting out a frustrated sigh. "He's not a very… nice opponent."

"Well, you're not exactly the 'nice' team, are you?" She retorted. She almost heard him frown, but he said nothing. "Sorry." Sakura mumbled. "That wasn't cool."

"You're hardly the first girl to- fuck." She blinked- that was the second time she'd heard a curse from his mouth, and considering the first occasion was when she'd punched him in the nose… "Is everything okay? Sanada-kun?"

There was another bitten-off curse, and then: "Yes- is it alright if I come by- no, no problem, I'd just like to see you… I have… missed you… Yes, I'll see you soon."

The line went dead.

Sakura stared at her phone, thoroughly flummoxed.

"What the fuck." She asked it flatly.

It remained silent.

So is he coming over… was he even talking to me?

She was to get her answer a mere twenty minutes later, when the doorbell rang. "Sakura!" Her father called up the stairs, a definite note of confusion in his voice. "It's Genichirou-kun!"

Sakura sat bolt upright, scattering books and pens about. Her cheeks, weirdly enough, started to warm ever so slightly.

I have… missed you.

"Sakura?!"

"Coming!" She yelled, scrambling off the bed and over to her closet. Her old shorts and cami didn't seem appropriate for this, somehow. Whatever this was.

She shimmied into her nice denim shorts- the ones that gave her a decent-looking butt- and a white boxy top. After a second's hesitation, she pulled the hair tie out and shook her hair loose. It wasn't perfect, but beachy-ish waves would have to do.

Sanada was indeed standing, looking very ill-at-ease at the bottom of the stairs. "Hi." He rumbled, forcing out a smile as she appeared at the top. It looked painful.

"Hi?" She tried. Her father looked from her to him, evidently puzzled. Sakura cleared her throat. "Hi." She smiled, though it was more tentative than anything. "You- uh, you want something to eat?"

"Would you care to have dinner with me?"

What.

"What." Sakura closed her eyes and breathed. When she opened them- nope, he was definitely standing there, waiting for an answer to the question he had definitely asked. "I don't… just- what?"

If possible, he looked even more pained. "Just… please say yes."

And that… well, what girl had never yearned to hear that (or some variation of that)? To be pleaded with for her company on a date?

Sakura walked down the stairs until she was a step above Sanada. "You better tell me what's going on," She hissed, leaning into him. "You're hardly the spontaneous date type."

He reared back. "This is not a—"

"My dad is like six feet away. Do you really want to finish that sentence?" She raised an eyebrow, the corner of her lips twitching correspondingly higher.

He subsided, but she could hardly discount the silent pleading in his eyes. Repressing a sigh, she turned a bright smile to her bemused father. "I'll be home by ten. Don't wait up."

Oh, he was absolutely going to wait up, she thought as she bounced back upstairs. And judging by the purposeful way he was looking at Sanada, that wasn't all he was planning on doing either.

They left the house on foot, as he'd come. Sakura had kept the clothes, adding only cute heeled boots, a pair of hoops, and lightly-tinted chapstick. Her hair she'd left alone- messy chic was in. Or if it wasn't, at least it looked good on her.

Sanada seemed tightly-wound- more so than normal, and that wasn't good. Sakura waited for ten minutes before laying a careful hand on his arm. "Hey." Her tone was soothing, like he was a wild horse. "Can you tell me what's going on?"

He glanced down at her hand, before sighing. "I… I think I have a stalker."

Her first instinct was to laugh, but Sakura overcame it. Stalking wasn't cute, no matter what. So she met his eyes seriously. "You know them?"

He nodded miserably. "A girl from my school… a junior, I think. I turned her down last week… politely, I thought. I tried to be."

"I'm sure you were." She did. Sanada might be blunt, but he was a stickler for manners. The rejection might not have been gentle- though she couldn't really see him being harsh about it- but it would have been polite. "Some people don't handle rejection well. That's not on you."

He swallowed. "She's been following me around since then. In school, at practice, to our matches… I thought she'd balk at the idea of coming all the way out here, but apparently not."

Sakura wanted to smooth the troubled frown from his face. God knows he already frowned enough.

"And you asked me to have dinner in order to throw her off?" She asked gently. At his nod, she sighed. "Well... let's talk about it later, okay? For now…" She flashed him a grin, one that he eyed a little warily. "You're taking me out to dinner, Sanada-kun. Show me a good time."

[SKIP THIS SECTION IF STALKING TRIGGERS YOU]

He didn't really end up showing her, as this was her part of town; as she led him to Kawamura Sushi, Sakura knew a second's misgiving- the boys' tennis regulars did frequent the place. She didn't want them to get any ideas.

On second thought, Sanada might be more comfortable if they were there. They'd known each other a while, and despite the rivalry, they were definitely a supportive lot. If they knew about the stalker, they'd help.

On third thought, she gave up and asked him what he'd prefer. He shrugged, saying that it wouldn't bother him either way. Something warm nestled in Sakura's stomach at the thought that he wasn't embarrassed to be seen with her.

"Sakura-chan?" Kawamura-senpai's face brightened when she slipped inside. "And…" His eyes became very round. "Sanada?"

Already her friend was tensing up. Fuck. "Hey, Kawamura-senpai, how's it going? I hope you're not out of maki." She beamed, waving at old man Kawamura as she did.

He tore his eyes away from her companion's stiff figure. "Ah- no, luckily. You'll take your usual, then?"

"Yes please." She looked up at Sanada and impulsively grabbed his arm. "C'mon, he doesn't bite… or get violent with his knives." She murmured.

That earned her an eye-roll, but at least he looked less ready to run. "I've seen him play. I wouldn't be so sure."

Rolling her own eyes, she dragged him over to the counter. "Just sit. And order. This is the best damn sushi place in the city."

Sanada raised his eyebrows at Kawamura. "That's quite a claim."

Her senior rubbed his neck sheepishly. "Well… we have a reputation…"

Sakura snickered. "We have a reputation… you're too modest, Kawamura-senpai. What'll you have, Sanada-kun?"

"Hmm…" He perused the menu. "I think… the yakisoba. And some tea?" He looked enquringly at Sakura, but there was the ghost of a smirk on his lips. She grinned. "Tea, yes. Can't forget the tea, can we?"

Kawamura was looking between them, obviously confused, but he jotted down the orders all the same. Sakura also asked for a plate of gyoza, which he promised would be out soon.

"I'd heard Kawamura had quit tennis to pursue his dreams of being a sushi chef," Sanada told her, looking around with interest. "It's admirable to see him at work."

"Yeah, it is." Sakura agreed. "But to be honest, I don't know whether it's his dream or his dad's."

Sanada's brow furrowed. "Surely it's even more admirable to see him so ready to follow in his father's footsteps."

She shrugged. "I guess. I've never had that pressure, so I wouldn't know. I just wonder sometimes if there was ever anything he wanted to do."

"Not every family business involves a sacrifice of dreams." Sanada replied softly.

She looked at him with a funny smile. "Doesn't yours?"

To say he was struck dumb would have been an understatement. Sakura sighed. "I'm sorry, it's not my place. Please, forget I said that."

"No, please…" He managed. "Continue."

Sakura fidgeted. "I really don't—"

"Please." He interrupted, looking her in the eye. There was no anger- just a strange plea. It took her breath away, to see him so soft, so open.

"I just…" She paused a moment, collecting her thoughts. "I've seen you play tennis, Sanada-kun. Not recently, yeah, but I've seen you play. You love it. I've seen it in your eyes, and I wasn't even sitting close to you. I see it every time I see you- and… when you said that day that you were going to study business, I was shocked because I just assumed you were going to go pro. Like Tezuka-senpai, and Echizen, and Kaidoh. You love it as much as they do- maybe more. I can't… I can't imagine a world where you don't play tennis."

He regarded her steadily, and she felt the heat of a blush rise to her cheeks. She must be crimson.

"I…" He never finished. He sat up so suddenly that she was surprised his spine didn't snap.

"She's here." And there was a definite note of fear in his voice. That alone would have made Sakura's blood boil, but she followed his gaze, and the smug expression of the girl he was looking at fanned the flames to dizzying heights. "I'll kick her out." She snarled, and would've slid off her stool, if not for his grabbing her hand.

His teeth were clenched. "Don't make a scene." He hissed.

Sakura's incredulity was palpable. "Are you seriously going to sit here and let her ruin our night?" She demanded. "If I don't make a scene in here, will you let me get rid of her?"

"No." He snapped. "Because at the end of the night, I have to go home, and I'll have to deal with this at school- and I don't want her angry."

Sakura subsided. "Shit, you're right." She sighed. "But I don't like that she unsettles you so much."

He withdrew his hand. "I…" Sanada shrugged. "I'll deal with it."

Their food arrived, and Sakura tried to ignore the curious looks that Kawamura was sending them. "How's your food?" She asked. Sanada nodded. "It's excellent."

"Told you." She said smugly. An innocent look around the restaurant told her that the stalker girl was looking fixedly in Sanada's direction as she ordered. Minutes later, the server came back with a yakisoba and a pot of tea- that he placed before her. The exact same meal.

Sakura shuddered minutely, turning back to her own meal. Fucking creep. A glance told her that Sanada had noticed; his jaw was doing that pulsing thing again.

Another wave of fury rose within her, and she was hard-pressed to tamp down on it. "Are you sure I shouldn't-?"

"No." The finality in his tone disappointed her, but she acquiesced.

Kawamura watched them discreetly as he worked; ever since he'd quit the team upon entering high school, his main sources of gossip had been Eiji, Fuji (of a kind), Inui (who came in for reasons Kawamura didn't want to think about), and surprisingly Oishi, usually on slow afternoons over cups of tea. But none of them had mentioned… this. He didn't really know Sakura well- Fuji had brought her a few times, no more- but she was a nice girl, very friendly, while Sanada was… well, Kawamura hadn't seen him in a couple of years, but men like Sanada didn't change so much, so fast. Except- what else could this be?

If anyone had told him that Sanada Genichirou would have a girlfriend in high school, Kawamura would have murmured a polite nothing and wondered about their mental stability.

And now, watching the two as they laughed and chatted over a meal- and argued- watching the way Sanada looked at her, and took her hand, and the way Sakura looked at him, like she was peeling back layers of the sun…

It was actually rather beautiful to watch. An unlikely couple, but they were beautiful to watch.

"You shouldn't have paid." Sakura groused, kicking a pebble out of her path. "We could've split the bill."

He cast her the beginnings of a grin. "I thought I was supposed to 'show you a good time'?"

She giggled. "Well, this isn't really a date. I was joking."

Sanada shrugged. "Perhaps I simply feel more comfortable this way."

"When you do get a girlfriend, remind me to warn her what she's in for." Sakura rolled her eyes. "Feminism, thou art dead."

"So is chivalry, and yet, I persist." He shot back. It made her throw her head back and laugh.

She'd never felt so fond of anyone in her life.

It was when their stroll took them under thick tree cover that she heard it. Footsteps. Not gaining on them, not quick, but just there. And promising to be there.

She glanced at him. His face was ashen. He didn't live with the constant knowledge that this could happen; this was a first for him.

And hopefully the last. She evaded his hiss and grab as she swung around.

Up close, Little Miss Stalker was pretty, with a chin-length bob and blonde highlights. She was a little shorter than Sakura, but the eyes that were fixed on Sanada caught the streetlamps' light and held them. Surely it wasn't just anger that made her look slightly deranged to Sakura?

"What's up?" She called, making sure to pitch her tone in the sweet spot between casual and familiar. "Guess you like yakisoba, huh?"

The girl stopped, gave her an appraising look. "Yes." She replied, simple as a breeze. "What's your name?"

"Sakura." Sanada made an odd noise- presumably of protest. "What's yours?"

Her dark gaze shifted to the stiff boy. "What's my name, Sanada-sama?" She enquired sweetly. Sanada's hands balled into fists, and didn't relax even when Sakura brushed one with her fingers.

"What's my name?" She repeated, taking a step closer. Sakura's eyes became slits. "One more step and I call the police." She informed her, tone flat. The other girl halted, now really focusing on Sakura.

"On what grounds?" She asked suspiciously. Sakura raised her chin, looking down her nose at her- she couldn't do it as successfully as Airi or Tezuka-senpai, but she tried. "Tsukimatoi, to start with." She replied. "You've been following Sanada-kun around for what, two days? We'll go to the police and submit a written complaint. First, they'll give you a warning. And if you keep it up, we'll get a restraining order- bye bye, Rikkai. And if you still don't stop… well, you might be a minor but protracted stalking in violation of a restraining order should get you some jail time. Not to mention the conviction record- I wonder how you'll do when you get out and your name's a by-word for creepy stalker behavior? No jobs, no life. Because newsflash, bitch," She flashed a shark's smile. "The internet's forever."

Despite the slight wind, and the chirping crickets, you could've heard a pin drop. "I…" The girl began, casting a beseeching look at Sanada. "I didn't mean…"

"I bet you didn't." Sakura rolled her eyes. "Would you like it if some rejected guy followed you around for two days?"

She looked near tears, but Sakura couldn't find any sympathy in her for the girl. It was only Sanada's hand on her arm that made her clam up. "You've made your point." He murmured. She swallowed, wondering if she'd overstepped. There was too little light for her to make out his expression.

"Oshita-san, please go home. I'd appreciate it if you didn't approach me in school either- apologies are unnecessary." He told the girl- Oshita- ignoring her pleading look. "Please, I would rather not do as Ka- Sakura-san has warned, but if this behaviour persists, I will."

"Sanada-sama, I just wanted to- this girl- are you dating her?" And Oshita sounded so heartbroken that Sakura might have felt some sympathy. If she hadn't, y'know, been stalking a person.

Sanada took a deep breath. "Oshita-san, regardless of my relationships with others, I cannot return your feelings. Please, stop harassing me and go home."

Sakura held herself, coiled, watchful, until Oshita's footsteps had receded and she was nothing more than a silhouette in the dusk. "You handled that well." She murmured then.

He sighed, and had it been anyone else, she would've slid her arms around them and drawn their head down to her shoulder. "I… I was afraid." He confessed, and she wanted to. "A slip of a girl, and I was afraid of her."

She brushed her hand over his shoulder instead. "Being stalked would make anyone afraid." She replied softly. His eyes focus on her. "Have you ever…?" Sanada trails off, and Sakura shakes her head. "No."

[END OF THE STALKING NARRATIVE. YOU CAN READ FROM HERE]

"You're very brave, Kagawa." He murmured, and she wanted to cry.

Instead, Sakura smiled. "Stay over tonight." Before he could more than blink, she elaborated: "It might not be safe for you to go home alone. Seriously, stay over, and go home in the morning."

"I- I couldn't possible- I have morning practice!" He spluttered. She grinned, reached up to tug at his cap. His wide eyes followed her hand as it rose. "Aw, scared of what the boys will say? If you tell them you spent the night at a girl's house?"

The teasing brought a glint back to his eyes. "Perhaps I'm scared of the girl herself." He retorted, and smirked as Sakura's jaw dropped.

"Oh, you bastard." She grumbled, helpless against the grin that climbed back onto her face. "But seriously, you shouldn't travel back alone with your stalker on the loose."

Her logic was sound, and soon, he was calling his parents, informing them of the situation. The call took a bit longer than expected, and he moved a little away, an agitated expression on his face. At length, they appeared to have agreed, and he returned.

She didn't ask. "Let's go. We've got ice-cream."

"No brownies?" He asked, so dryly that she burst into giggles again.

"So you've organized a breakfast in order to… matchmake two of your friends?" Sanada's tone was appropriately bemused. Sakura nodded, sagging dispiritedly against the bedpost. "Yeah. In my defence, it was four in the morning. And your ice-cream's melting." She pointed out, scooping up a spoon from her carton.

He hurried to attend to it. She eyed him fondly- the combination of chocolate, chocolate sauce and peanuts would have put her in a sugar coma within a couple of bites. Green tea (low-fat at that) was about all she could handle at the moment. But he probably had that unfairly high metabolism that most boys did.

"Is Takada even interested in Akitaka?" He asked. She shrugged.

"Don't know. I mean, she thinks she's hot- and she is- but then Mikabi thinks I'm hot too, so I don't know if that's anything. Might as well let Akitaka try, though, for the sake of my own sleep."

He shook his head. "I… I don't really know what to say. Except that this is not what I imagined when I imagined inter-team friendships."

"I don't think you imagined this either." Sakura snarked, gesturing between them with her spoon. Sanada rolled his eyes. "Well, I didn't have much of a choice in the matter." He replied. "It's always better to befriend a girl who can break your nose."

Sakura flushed. "I didn't actually break your nose!"

"That's not what you told Kirihara." He scoffed. "Do you have any idea what those four words did to my reputation-"

"Oh please," Sakura scoffed. "Your reputation as a stick-in-the-mud? I probably did it a world of good."

He dug further into his ice-cream, sparing her no more than a glare. It didn't stop her from laughing, though.

It should've been surreal, Sakura thought. If anyone had told her that one day, she'd sit on a mattress on the floor with Tezuka-senpai's arch-rival, gossiping and sharing ice-cream and teasing him, she'd have laughed herself a ruptured gut. And yet….

It wasn't surreal. Nothing about Sanada was surreal- he was solid and alive and there, in a way very few people were. It wasn't his height, or anything as trite as that- he just was. The way mountains just were. If she'd ever wanted to kiss a mountain—

Oh.

Sakura stole a glance at the boy opposite her. There was a smear of ice-cream on his top lip, and her father's old tshirt and pajamas were loose even on his frame.

Oh.

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