There were a variety of ways to feel about the moment. Running the gamut emotionally was a strange experience for the young man. First there was the brief moment of absolute zen (barely a flicker in the back of his eyes) at seeing the small beautiful creature, then a second of terror (both corners of his lips pulling back just a millimeter) followed by an absolute torrent of rage (the cinching together of his eyebrows) at the off-handed treatment of the innocent funnel-weaver. It was the sort of moment where he was prompted to move with little forethought, to simply lunge forward.
But Sakura seemed perfectly willing to do that for him.
It sent a whole new spiral of emotions fluttering through Shino's already battered system. There was a moment of surprise (a delicate parting of his lips) as the girl threw herself into the situation, a brief flicker of shock (a slightly more noticeable slacking of his lower jaw) as the technical scientific name rolled easily off her tongue, and something that could have been a quiet joy but was likely just a reactionary confusion (the closing of his lips and slight tilt of his head to the left) as the valiant 'knight in shining armour' rescued the 'damsel in distress' of being squished under a pile of notes on Byron.
It felt very literary to have emotions in such rapid succession.
As Sakura slid back into her seat, Shino couldn't help taking the moment of continual stunned silence to examine the girl with a quiet new sense of respect. There was the hint of a smile around the edges of his lips, a sort of relaxing in his shoulder blades as he contemplated the girl's profile over the top of his glasses before his eyes (although not his attention) dropped back to the pages in front of him because staring was really rather rude.
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