It was vaguely like watching a kitten playing with a ball of yarn. There was something charmingly endearing about the way kittens got tangled and ended up flailing all over the place; similarly, there was something ephemeral and appealing about the way Sakura let herself go with absolute abandon on the swing set.
There wasn't an easy way to communicate how peaceful it felt to watch her playing and being silly. Something like a half-smile settled over Shino's face as he rested his head on the chain of his own swing, watching the Haruno girl at a slight angle. It felt profoundly relaxing.
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