Sakura wasn't used to affection and tenderness. He had always been someone judged for everything he did. He suffered bullying his entire childhood because of his eyes and hair, so he developed a rude and cold personality to escape it.

The only person who could break down those barriers was... you. You helped him when he arrived in the city, giving him shelter. You were a kind soul, and even though Sakura hated kindness, he began to accept your goodness. He couldn't help it; you were relentless.

Sakura sat on the bed, his fingers scribbling things down while you combed his hair. He wasn't used to so much joy with his hair, but you seemed almost... enchanted by it.

"Don't pull," Sakura grumbled, looking at you.