Sugar and Spice
To the girl who swore in every color while at the same time making up new ones, he'd always be grateful. Not because she made him look good by comparison (that was impossible), but because she shared her true self with him. No, it wasn't always complimentary to be on the receiving end of the worst part of someone's personality, but she trusted him enough to let him see it, to let him revel in every single violent impulse that lurked beneath that mysteriously sweet and innocent face. Even as her fists rained down on him he smiled awkwardly around a busted lip.
"I won't do it again, I promise!"
Naruto's words had little effect on the pink-haired kunoichi. Not one cotton candy-colored strand was out of place as she settled down, glancing shyly over to where Kiba and Shino were standing. Both looked away and quickly fled, the former muttering something that sounded distinctly like "I'm glad Hinata doesn't…" before he was out of earshot.
Sakura bit her lip. She glanced over to where Naruto was dusting off his clothes. A small prick of guilt made her automatic apology cramp in her throat. It suddenly sounded empty, hollow. Quite inadequate to right the wrong, even though Naruto had already forgiven her before she'd felt the first second of remorse.
"Uh…hey, how about we go get some ramen?" Sakura suggested after a moment.
"Yeah! That's great!" Naruto's voice was loud enough to knock her over.
"Shut up, idiot, I'm standing right next to you!" Sakura screeched back. She stormed off in the direction of the ramen stand, her silent command for him to follow sent him flying after her. Hearing his footsteps behind her, she smiled.