Gaara watched Sakura washing her face that night. It was part of her nightly ritual; she didn't know why he found it so fascinating, but she wasn't in a mood to ask him about it. She was feeling sort of grumpy, after Naruto left.
"You wash your face every night." Gaara pointed out.
Sakura rolled your eyes. "Thank you captain obvious." She muttered.
"Well, can't you just use your medic skills to prevent pimples?" He asked.
Sakura turned her head to look at him. Why would he ask such a thing? Why would he care about something so mundane? "That would be a waste of chakra." She told him.
Gaara smirked. "I see. So you do have some sense after all." He said.
"After all? What do you mean by that?" Sakura asked, glaring at him. She wasn't sure she wanted to know.
"Naruto was telling me about your first day of training while you were in the kitchen." Gaara told her. "How you were dieting and nearly fainted."
"Give me a break! I was twelve years old!" Sakura yelled. "God!" She pointed an accusing finger at Gaara. "And you! If you like Naruto so much then why don't you go live with him?"
Gaara stared at her as if she was simple. "There are several reasons I can't live with Naruto." He said, and held up his fingers. "First, he doesn't know who I am. Second, he can't help me remove the seals and regenerate. Third, he's too busy with missions."
Sakura huffed and went into her room while Gaara was still counting off reasons why he couldn't live with Naruto. None of them had anything to do with her she noticed. She slammed the door behind her, calling out goodnight.
"Fourth, I doubt his cooking is anywhere near as healthy as yours..." Gaara went on. He trailed off and grinned at Sakura's closed door. "Good night." He replied quietly, and lay down to sleep.