"I CAN'T STAND THOSE LITTLE shits!" Sakura seethed as she stormed back and forth on the floor of the dining room where everyone was gathered for dinner. The men couldn't help but see the horrifying similarities between her and Tsunade—who had a knack for complaining about children. 

"I can't believe their audacity!" She continued to rant, and Gaara inwardly fretted about the damage she was doing to the floors with all her stomping. "They just won't stop assuming things! They think I'm trying to get into the hero course or something because of how 'involved' I am! Hah! Involved?! As if! I get into one villain attack with the class of 1-A and suddenly my classmates think I'm trying to steal some nonexistent spotlight!" 

"They sound like jerks," Obito said through mouth fulls of barbecue. 

"They are!" She agreed vehemently, sending him an aggressively grateful look for siding with her. "They're such brats and—arghhh! Can you believe they're actually fifteen?! My daughter has never once misbehaved like that AND SHE'S LITERALLY SIX!" 

Kakashi picked at one of his ringing ears and mentally sighed at all the dents she was making on the floor. Oh well, we can just cover it up with a rug later. He decided. "Maybe you should—"

"—Oh don't you talk, Kakashi!" She jabbed a finger at his direction and he couldn't help but shrink under her rage. "You're the reason why their animosity's grown worse!"

He blinked. "I am?" 

"Yes!" She roared. "Because you told the 1-A kids that I'd be some threat in the Sports Festival! That's why they came to me during lunch! That's why that Bakagou or Bakugou or Kacchan or whatever his name is came up to me and publicly declared war!" 

Gaara dropped his barbecue stick. "He declared war on you?" He spluttered. 

"Not a real war, these kids were just being over dramatic," she explained dismissively and he relaxed. For a second, he thought that Bakugou kid was gonna be the next Obito 2.0. 

"I was just trying to encourage them to work better..." Kakashi said, scratching the back of his head. "Plus, I'm not wrong. You are a threat to them, Sakura. I've seen these kids fight and it's not pretty." 

"I wasn't gonna bother with the Sports Festival in the first place!" She cried out. 

"You weren't?" He said, disappointment in his tone. 

"No! I was just going to float on by, I didn't want to concern myself with it because it wasn't important to me! But now those brats have really pissed me off!" She raged. 

He perked up a little. "So you're planning on winning?" 

"I'm going to make those brats drown in their tears!" She growled, fists balled. 

The men winced, save for Kakashi who secretly smiled under his mask. He just loved seeing her beat the shit out of people. 

Sakura's wrath didn't disappear when the next morning came. On the outside, she looked perfectly fine but those who knew her well knew that she was still boiling on the inside. Her body may be small, but it was perfect for holding rage. 

There was nobody around as she stormed up the stairs to reach her homeroom. She had to mentally prepare herself not punch something as she thought about her classmates—those rude, bitter, little kids. 

Before she could climb up the next staircase, an uncertain voice called out to her. 

"Hey, Uchiha...?" 

She craned her neck back and saw Shinsou standing at the bottom of the staircase. He looked a bit nervous, balancing on one leg before switching to the other. He wasn't even looking at her. 

"Shinsou," she said in a cautious voice. She was aware that he had attempted to defend her the day prior, but before that he was just as rude as the other kids. "Can I help you?"

"Um," a noticeable bit on the lip. "Look, I just wanna... Er. Apologize?" 

"That sounds more like a question, Shinsou." She said, sounding very much like her adult self when she teaching a bunch of potential medic-nins*. 

And just like her students would do, he winced. "Sorry. I'm just... Let me try that again." He inhaled and finally looked her in the eye. "I'm sorry about my shitty attitude. I guess I was just... jealous. Like really jealous. You're always so perfect and the teachers like you and your Quirk's just... more suited for heroics—but I know you're not really into that. Er, anyways, I'm really sorry..." 

He dared to glance at her face and was surprised to see that she was beaming. 

Finally! A child with good manners! She thought.

"I forgive you now, Shinsou-san. I'm really proud you bulked up the courage to do this. Not many kids are brave enough to admit when they're wrong." She chuckled, reaching down (since she was still on the staircase) to pat him on the head like he was some kindergartener she was congratulating. 

"This whole one-sided rivalry you had with me—it's because of your Quirk, isn't it?" She asked knowingly, and Shinsou began to wonder why he was feeling like he was talking to a wise adult rather than a teenage girl. "I've heard our classmates mutter about you around the time school started. Something about having a scary Quirk. I'm sorry as well for not doing anything to defend you from their harsh words... Don't believe what they say, alright sweetie? There's no such thing as a villainous Quirk, it all depends on the person who wields it and after today, I can tell that you're not so bad." 

His mouth opened and shut repeatedly like he was a fish out of water. He was stunned from being called 'sweetie' by her—because the only one who had ever called him that was his mom and his overly affectionate aunties—and because she thought his Quirk wasn't villainous. 

"Tha—thank you..." He said quietly, eyes wide. 

"You train hard, okay? That way you can get into the hero course. But if I were you, I'd request to join 1-B, not 1-A. There's this really mean guy there." She instructed. "Anyways, how about we walk to class together?" 

"Sure," he nodded, smiling slightly. 

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Class 1-A already in their seats ten minutes before the bell even rang. They were expecting for Kakashi to be a no-show when the bell rang so when the door slid open, they nearly died of cardiac arrest. 

Out stepped Aizawa. 

But they didn't react. This wouldn't be the first time Kakashi had somehow disguised himself as their beloved homeroom teacher (who they were missing more and more as time went on). Kakashi's terrifyingly versatile Quirk allowed him to shapeshift his appearance into people they knew of to get them to lower their guard. One time, he even shapeshifted himself into All Might and Midoriya had fallen for it way too easily. The boy had bounded towards his favorite hero in excitement and the fake All Might responded by nearly slicing his head off with a kunai. 

Aizawa yawned as he entered the classroom. "Alright, class is beginning so quiet dow—" He paused when he realized something. The class was already quiet by the time he stepped in. In addition to that, they were already sitting in their respective seats. That has never once happened before. 

They were also watching him with a paranoid and calculating gaze. Even Kaminari, who he knew very well couldn't calculate anything for shit. Their bodies, while positioned in a relaxed manner, were noticeably stiff as if they were preparing themselves for an incoming attack. 

There was a very tense silence in the room. 

After several seconds, Uraraka finally spoke up. "I-if you're really Aizawa-sensei then prove it!" 

"...What?" Did some doppleganger try to come in here and—hold on. Kakashi had something to do with this. That, he was certain about. But dammit, he wasn't aware that Kakashi could impersonate him. 

"There's an easy way to proof it, kero," Tsuyu said. "Erase someone's Quirk." 

Aizawa sighed because he really didn't want to use his Quirk so early in the morning and—he froze when spotted a trail of frost coming towards him a fast speed and quickly activated his Quirk, his eyes turning red and his hair floating upwards. 

"It's him!" Some of the kids cried. 

"Aizawa-sensei, you're back!" Mineta sobbed, literal tears pouring out of his eyes. 

He couldn't help but smirk. "The sub too much for you to handle?" 

"He's a demon!" Uraraka wept. "Sensei, he threw explosives at us yesterday—" 

"—And he called it 'training us to dodge'!" Mina cried in outrage. 

"That fucker kept calling me Bakagou!" Bakugou snapped. "And he gave me detention yesterday! I HAD TO DO A FIVE PAGE ESSAY ON HIS STUPID PORN BOOK!" 

"His Quirk is so confusing and when I tried to ask him about it he threatened to give me detention for 'nosiness'!" Midoriya spluttered. 

"He tried to kill us and encouraged us to kill him!" Hagakure exclaimed. "But we kept failing!" 

"Just what is that guy, sensei?!" Kaminari demanded. "Is he some sort of lab experiment?! He's got, like, ten Quirks!" 

"He only has one Quirk. One very versatile Quirk." He lied. "Now Todoroki, clean up the ice and we'll get started with class." 

He had to admit, he was really impressed with what Kakashi had done to his class. They were so well-behaved and prepared for anything when he walked in. Perhaps he should have him substitute another time...

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The street food of Musutafu's shopping district was divine. Like this bubble waffle she was indulging herself on right now. She had never seen such a sweet delicacy before in Konoha and was grateful to experience it today. It was a bubble waffle wrapped up like a cone, holding various ice cream flavors topped with chopped up fruits, cookie bits, and chocolate sauce. It melted into her mouth like a sweet heaven. 

Gaara, however, didn't share the sentiment. He eyed her meal with great judgement before commenting, "You know all those sweets could result in your death one day, don't you?" 

"Aw Gaara, come on, a little dessert won't hurt me!" She chided him with a grin, nudging him with her elbow. 

"We're supposed to be eating lunch soon." He sighed, gesturing to the takeout they were carrying. Again, he glared warily at the treat she was eating, as if half-expecting it to grow claws and attack her. Honestly, why were people such gluttons in this world to create such a diabetes-inducing monstrosity. Haven't these people heard of healthy portions? 

Naruto would like it here though, he mused, spying a large vending machine offering only ramen. If he were here, he'd try to find a way to bring that thing back home with him... 

"Oh yeah... Damn, and I'm already getting full by this..." He heard her mumble. That was to be expected with how huge the dessert was. Was three scoops of ice cream necessary? Along with all those toppings? 

"Here, Gaara how about we share?" She offered.

He nodded timidly, taking the plastic utensil from her. He scooped up a decent amount of ice cream with the horrendous toppings and placed it into his mouth. 

Would... would this count as an indirect kiss? Gaara couldn't help but wonder, his cheeks already turning hot despite how cold the food was. Gaara had never kissed anyone before. When he was twelve (and after the Chunin Exams so he was a little more sane) he once spotted a couple sharing a chaste peck and curiously asked Kankuro about what they were doing. 

"A kiss," he echoed, blinking up at his older brother who looked like he'd rather be anywhere but here. 

"Yeah, it's, um, something you do when you love someone. You... er... kiss them. And stuff." 

"And what stuff?" He frowned in confusion. 

Kankuro shook his head furiously. "You'll learn that part when you're older!" 

"It's... very sweet," he mumbled, the combined tastes of the dessert bursting around his mouth. He was okay with sweets—hell, he was the one who brought ice cream parlors to Suna—but he wasn't very fond of things that were too sugary sweet. Like this bubble waffle they were currently sharing. 

But... but if it meant he could steal more indirect kisses from her, then he'd happily share her dessert. 

He scooped some more and held it out for her. "Here, your turn." He was pretty sure it was wrong to 'make a move', as Kankuro would say, on a married woman, but it was okay if the husband was a terrible person, right? Right. 

He wasn't very fond of Sasuke. In his opinion, that Uchiha was always causing problems. First there was running away to Orochimaru—in which he and his siblings were dispatched to help Naruto and his friends out. Then there was the whole Five Kage Summit where the he tried to kill him and the other Kages. Then there was now with his appalling negligence towards his wonderful wife and daughter. 

He needs to stop hurting his loved ones, Gaara inwardly scowled. Or at least, the people who love him. He really didn't think Sasuke had the capability of loving someone other than himself. Wait, did he even love himself? He honestly didn't know.  

The two of them had already finished eating the ice cream and toppings and were now sharing the bubble waffle. Now that held the appropriate amount of sweetness. According to Sakura, it was a confetti flavored waffle. He briefly wondered if the people had actually put real confetti into the waffle. 

After gulping down copious amounts of water to get rid of the sweetness stuck to his throat—seriously, the things he'd do for this woman—a group of teenage girls called out Sakura's name. Or to be more specific, her dreaded surname. 

"Uchiha-chan!" 

Sakura whirled around and was surprised to see Uraraka, Hagakure, Mina, Jiro, Tsuyu, and Momo all together, heading towards her. What were the female members of class 1-A doing here? 

"Uchiha-chan, we're really glad to see you!" Uraraka beamed before catching sight of the boy standing close to her. "Ah... w-who's your friend?" 

The girls were thinking the same thing: A boyfriend????

"This is Gaara," she introduced, placing a hand on his arm. He didn't seem to the physical contact at all. 

A boyfriend!!!! It was confirmed to them now. 

"Hello," Gaara greeted them, bowing his head slightly. 

The girls exchanged greetings back and polite bows. 

"Are you from UA?" Hagakure asked curiously. 

He shook his head. "No, I attend elsewhere." 

Awww, she thought in disappointment. 

"What are you guys doing here?" Sakura asked. 

"Ah, that's right!" Uraraka remembered. "We were going dress shopping!" 

She furrowed her brows in confusion. "Dress shopping...?" 

"Yes, for the UA After Party remember? It's mandatory for students to attend." Momo explained. 

Sakura's face turned white. 

Shit. She had completely forgotten about that part. And the Sports Festival was next week. Double shit. 

"You forgot huh?" Tsuyu said knowingly. "If you want, you can shop with us." 

"We'd really like it! It'd be fun!" Uraraka exclaimed cheerfully. 

"Y-you really don't mind it?" She asked hopefully. Why couldn't her female classmates be this nice? 

"Sure," Jiro shrugged. "The more the merrier." 

But there was still the issue with the takeout they were supposed to bring back. She looked over at Gaara apologetically. "Gaara, I'm so sorry, but I haven't gotten a dress yet and—"

"—It's fine." He cut her off. 

"Really?" 

He nodded, then used his sand to create a sand clone. He handed him the takeout bags. "I'll just have my clone send it back."

She blinked in surprise. She wasn't really expecting him to go dress shopping with her, but... okay. 

The other girls gaped at the blatant public use of his Quirk and how cool it was. Using sand to make clones? Was that how his Quirk worked? 

That's so sweet of him! Uraraka thought. Not every boyfriend wants to go shopping with their girlfriend! Uchiha-chan's so lucky, this guy's a real keeper!

Momo lead them to a large store titled Fabienne's Boutique. When Sakura stepped inside, she was expecting to see the usual traditional kimonos, but was pleasantly surprised when she saw something different. 

The dresses were all so... foreign. She had never seen a dress designed in such ways. She shouldn't have been so surprised though, all the clothes in this world were foreign to her. But nevertheless, she was really liking this world's fashion. She could tell that Gaara was surprised too, because he was blinking owlishly at all the dresses he saw. 

"This is amazing..." She breathed out. 

"I'm heading over to the clearance!" Uraraka announced. "Let's meet each other in the fitting room—the really big one so we can all share!" 

"I'm coming with you too!" A majority of the girls joined the brunette at the clearance section. 

"Gaara, you're coming with me," Sakura grabbed the man by the arm and started dragging him off. 

"Um, s-sure." He stuttered. Was he supposed to help her pick a dress? Or just wait until she picked one and compliment her? Or was he supposed to give an honest opinion? He was pretty sure she'd look amazing in anything though—or nothing at all. But seriously, what was he supposed to do in this situation?! 

"Oh my god, look at the rhinestones on this one...!" She gaped, holding out an heavily embellished green dress out. "I'm totally trying this one out." 

He just grunted in agreement. 

"Ne, Gaara, what color do you think suits me the most?" She asked. 

"Any color would look best on you," he answered honestly. 

Her cheeks flushed at the genuine compliment. "Th-thank you..." 

Snap out of it, Sakura! She inwardly scolded herself as she turned back to the dress rack. You're married, for god's sake! You can't just go around blushing when men give you compliments! 

But still... she couldn't help but wonder when was the last time her husband complimented her like that... Her wedding day, when he called her beautiful in her bridal kimono... And then after she gave birth to Sakura where he reassured her that she still looked gorgeous, even with her face full of sweat and tears and all... 

And then after that nothing for the next six years straight. 

"But..." Gaara shyly continued. "You always look exceptional when you're wearing red. It's your favorite color, after all." 

She grinned. "You're absolutely right." 

Of course her dress should be red! She loved that color. Her mom often told her that it clashed with her hair, but she didn't care. In her opinion, she looked the loveliest wearing her favorite color. 

With Gaara's help, she located the best red dresses she could find before moving on to the shoes. 

Gaara had to gulp when he saw the rows and rows of shoes. A lot of them were very sharp and pointy... These shoes were sharp enough to slit a man's throat... and Sakura was already lethal enough as is. Though he felt a great bit of concern as he wondered how women could wear such painful looking shoes. What if Sakura broke her ankle while wearing those? Why did women like such harmful shoes anyways? He could never fathom it. 

"Red... or silver... or black...?" Sakura muttered to herself. "Gaara, could you hold these shoes for me?" 

"Sure—" He was barely able to finish his sentence when at least ten boxes of dangerous heels were shoved into his arms. 

Sakura was honestly having the time of her life as scoured around the boutique. She hadn't felt this girlish excitement in years when she and Ino were out picking bridal kimonos for each other. She felt like a teenage girl all over again—shopping with girlfriends and trying out clothes with them.

She wished this sort of thing could've happened to her in her academy days. School events where she was allowed to dress up like a princess and whatnot. Instead, the kids were filling their brains up on methods on how to kill enemies. 

And soon Sarada would be doing that too. 

The thought made her pause for a brief moment. In two more years, Sarada would be eight. And once that happened, she'd be able to attend the Academy where she'd learn the ways of the shinobi. In here, eight year olds were learning mundane things like simple arithmetic and doing cute arts and crafts activities. 

"Uchiha-chan!" Mina called out to her, cutting her off from her thoughts. The pink-skinned girl hurried over to her with a bright grin. "You got all the dresses you want? Come on, Hagakure managed to nab us the main fitting room! Let's go!" 

For some odd reason, Gaara was dragged along too, mainly because he was carrying the shoes and everything. The main fitting room was large, with a circular couch at the center and a stage with a large partition on it. Poor Gaara was stuck sitting on the couch will multiple shoe boxes stacked all around him as the girls hurried behind the partition. 

While the partition covered everything going on behind it, Gaara still felt it was best to look away. The only problem was that he could still hear everything. 

"Whooooaa, Uchiha-chan that's such a cute bra!" Hagakure squealed. 

"Yeah, I love the lace and bows!" Uraraka chirped. 

"Oh thanks, it came with a set and I just couldn't help but get it," Sakura chuckled. 

"Your underwear is super cute!" Mina agreed. 

Gaara clenched his eyes shut and gripped his legs tightly. Stay strong, stay strong, stay strong, he chanted. 

"Oh, can someone help me zip up?" Sakura asked innocently.

Fuck. 

Two whole hours passed and it was official: the 1-A girls were certain that Gaara was the best boy ever. He was just so sweet! He complimented every dress they tried on, but also gave helpful critique. Like when he told Mina that the shade of aquamarine on dress #16 looked too harsh against her pink skin tone or when he advised Jiro that it was okay to wear flats if heels hurt her feet too much. With Gaara's help, the girls were able to pick the best dresses for them with the matching pair of shoes. 

The only one left was Sakura. She was extremely picky, and she was still entirely new to the foreign way the dresses were styled. 

She finally put on dress #9. It was a red silk taffeta dress that showed off the shoulders. It hugged her bodice tightly before flaring out slightly. With a pair of red lace-up heels, the bottom of the dress just skimmed the floor and there was also a single slit to show off her toned right leg. 

With a hopeful grin, she stepped out of the partition. "How's this one?" 

"Ooooh!" Uraraka and Momo awed. 

"You should get that one, kero." Tsuyu nodded to herself. 

"Your legs look great." Jiro grinned. 

"Doesn't she look beautiful, Gaara-san?" Hagakure grinned wickedly at the redhead. 

"A-ah, y-yes." Gaara cleared his throat, struggling to pry his eyes away from the sight. He was liking this world's sense of fashion more and more. Sakura looked like a goddess of love and beauty donning that dress. The heels only made her legs look even more amazing than usual. 

"You—you look very beautiful, Sakura...!" He blurted out. The sound of fangirlish squealing made him remember that he wasn't exactly alone with the object of his affections at the moment. 

"Eeeeeek! Gosh, Uchiha where'd you find such a perfect boyfriend?! Ne ne, Gaara-san, do you have a brother as sweet as you?!" Mina clasped her hands together in a prayer. 

"I have an older—" He began to answer until he registered the first part of what she said. His eyes widened. "No—wait—I'm—"

"—He's not—" Sakura choked. "We're not. Um. Dating." 

Their happy exteriors cracked. "WHAT?!" 

"B-but you were out on a date?!" Uraraka spluttered. 

Gaara frowned. "No, we were picking up food...?" 

"But you were sharing a meal!" Mina pointed out. 

Sakura shrugged. "I couldn't finish it." 

"But Gaara's so nice to you?!" Hagakure flailed around. 

Gaara's frown deepened into confusion. "Why would I be anything less...?" 

"We're so sorry for assuming things..." Momo apologized profusely, face flushed with embarrassment. 

"It's alright," Sakura coughed slightly. It only made things a little awkward between them. No biggie.

"So... about the dress..." Tsuyu changed the subject. 

Sakura's face lit up once more. "Oh, yes! I'm taking this! And the shoes!" 

As the girls gathered their things, they exchanged numbers with Gaara watching the scene with confusion. Were girls always so giggly and nice? He had never seen Temari behave in such a way. 

"Hey, Uchiha-san, do you mind texting us your address in the group chat? Yaomomo rented a limo to take us to the After Party! You should come with!" Mina said eagerly. 

"A-a limo...?" Sakura had never heard the word before, but oh well. "Sure!" 

After that, the girls paid for their things and parted ways. 

"What's a limo...?" Sakura whispered to Gaara as they stepped out of the boutique.

"I have no idea." He answered.

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Even though Sakura had the perfect dress and the perfect heels, she still had no idea what to do with her hair. There wasn't much she could do with her hair—it was too short and there weren't many hairstyles she could try out. 

Or at least, that was what she thought until she went onto YouTube and found thousands upon thousands of video tutorials for different hairstyles of short hair. 

She found this 'fifties inspired' hairdo and was currently trying to attempt it. She had burned herself with the hair curler at least four times, but she persevered. There was only one problem, a few locks of hair kept sticking out and falling over her face. It was annoying and made her almost perfect recreation a disaster. 

"Sakura...?" A voice spoke. She glanced at her vanity and saw Gaara peeking his head in. "I'm sorry for intruding but it's dinner time and I heard you scream at least five times as I walked up the stairs." 

She slumped her shoulders. "Sorry about that. My hair's just frustrating me right now..." 

He finally seemed to realize her new do and widened his eyes. "How did you do that?"

"Hair curler." She lifted said device up. 

"I've never really seen you in a different hairstyle before..." He murmured, eyes roaming her new appearance appreciatively. "It looks really nice on you. I don't see what's wrong with it?" 

"Some of my hair won't stand down," she huffed. 

His face perked up with... hope? "I see... would... would this help?" He approached her, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a floral hairpin. 

"Wha—when did you—?!" 

"I saw it while you were looking through the shoes. I never got the chance to show it to you since Mina dragged us to the fitting room..." He trailed off. "Can I...?" 

She nodded shyly. "Sure." 

Her hair felt soft and healthy in his hands. He wondered what sort of shampoo she had been using because his hair had never felt this nice before. Or was her hair just this perfect naturally? He could believe that. He carefully pinned the problematic strands of hair away from her face, her hairstyle now looking much neater than before. 

She looked at herself in the mirror and squealed. She jumped from her chair and squeezed him so tightly he nearly felt his spine crack. "Oh thank you, Gaara! It's perfect! You don't know how happy I am! I've been worried that I'd end up looking like a slob in front of the cameras but you just keep fixing everything for me!" 

He smiled. "It's no problem." He said, before realizing something. "...Cameras?" 

"Yeah, the After Party's gonna be streamed live. Apparently the whole world's gonna be watching or something like that." 

"The whole world...?" 

"Yep! Nerve-wracking right? Anyways, thanks for your help! Come on, let's go eat dinner, I probably kept you waiting for too long." Gaara didn't do anything as she dragged him out of the room. 

Did he just help her look beautiful... for the whole world to enjoy? 

— author's note —

* In Boruto, Sakura was teaching the class on how to perform medical ninjutsu. I didn't really watch the whole episode because I stopped watching that train wreck of a show so I only watched that particular scene. I'm also pretty sure she teaches newbie staff members at the hospital too. So yeah, Sakura's a teacher and a pretty good one too.

Sakura accidentally went on mom-mode in front of Shinsou lolol. 

Sakura: Don't believe what they say, sweetie, ur a great person!

Shinsou: Thanks...? I feel like I'm talking to my mom, but thank you???

And Gaara tho... Making every girl swoon EXCEPT the one he actually likes XD Sakura ffs open ur goddamn eyes

I really liked Elsa Hosk's light blue taffeta ball gown she wore on the red carpet, so I wanted Sakura to wear a red version of it. I also wanted her to have a similar hairstyle, but alas, her hair's still too short for that hairdo. I'm thinking about having Sakura grow her hair out in the future tho. I really like the fanarts of Sakura with longer hair

Here's Elsa Hosk's dress that I was talking about:

Anyways NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE THE SPORTS FESTIVAL!!! A Naruto character will be introduced sometime during that arc!! Is it a love interest?? Who knows!