They slip into the position with ease, almost as if they are far more accustomed to being there than they let on. Deep, purple shadows curl around the two figures and in the moment of silence it suddenly occurs to Sakura that she started training with Konoha's leftover prodigy merely for a chance to see him smile.
The gasping, regretful sound of her breathing slows. Beneath the sharp-edged kunai mocking her throat, Sakura's pulse decelerates.
"Better," comments the careless voice of Hyuuga Neji from her blindspot. The kunoichi expels a hesitant breath before straitening the arch of her back and promptly collapsing onto her knees. For a moment there is no movement in the small clearing: when he leaves it is without another word, footsteps silent. The broad grin on his face goes unseen.
But Sakura doesn't need the Byakugan to know it's there.