（ you can bet that the moment this conversation is done, she is going to be reaching out to several people to find out what she can about this man. beautiful or not, there is clearly something deeply rotten to the core in him, and she's not so young anymore as to be swayed by looks alone. the fury smoulders, and her tolerance for his behaviour — already dangerously fraying — is now alight at the mention of sasuke.

sakura's expression, which had gone perilously blank in the wake of her earlier warmth, shifts very slightly into a smile — or perhaps more accurately, a baring of her teeth couched in the overall rote portrayal of geniality.

she steps in closer, though the movement is just fast enough it's hard to track, inhuman, and puts one hand against the window so that he's halfly boxed in. she leans in close enough so that when she next speaks she is right beside his ear, her hair falling in a curtain between them. her voice is a low, wintry murmur: ）

I've decided that you can say whatever you like about me. But if Naruto or Sasuke's name leaves your mouth again in my presence, I'm going to break so many bones in your body you'll wish I'd killed you.

（ she straightens, and the hand that left a print against the glass is used to casually brush her hair back from her face. ）

Now, do you wish to start over politely, or is your plan to demonstrate both masochism and stupidity?