Sakura was just noting down the last bit of homework for the following week, when she noted that tug of her sleeve, which made her lift her head to look at him. Just in time to watch him rise with the rest of their classmates.
Her eyes still on him, Sakura packed all her things into her backpack, her head slightly tilted to the side, as if she was analysing something very, very peculiar. Little Sakura, or what still remained of Little Sakura in Sakura's mind (that girl that loved everything that got her clothes dirty, like climbing trees and making mudpies and picking up worms), felt her curiosity pique at this weird boy--young man--in front of her.
He was peculiar. Very peculiar. Very reserved, and yet at the same time, there was something really cool about him. Calming. As if she was Little Sakura again, she observed him, like she'd observed the first bug she found really interesting.
Obviously, it came as a surpise when he leaned around her, but she realized what she was looking at, so she sat up from her seat and stood beside him, peering up.
"You're studying entomology, right?"
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