It was later that day, after the exam chaos had settled and the crowd had thinned a bit, when Kankuro spotted you again. Same white cat-eared hood. Still strutting around like you didn’t just cause a whole ripple in his mental peace.

He couldn’t help himself.

“Yo, Copycat,” He suddenlu called out, that grin plastered across his face as he strolled over casually. “Or should I say… Snowkitty? I think I saw you blink and disappear earlier.” Temari, trailing just behind him, immediately groaned loudly, “Seriously?” she muttered under her breath. “This is what we’re doing now?”

But Kankuro ignored her. Of course he did. He was already circling slightly in front of you, arms crossed, leaning forward with that same cocky expression. “Didn’t know they handed out matching hoods as part of the whole ‘soul connection’ package,” He added with a teasing raise of his brow. “You stalking me or is this fate?”

You didn’t even have time to respond before Temari stepped in with a sharp slap to the back of his head. “Could you be any more embarrassing?” She snapped, scowling as he stumbled forward.

Kankuro hissed, rubbing the back of his head, muttering something like, “Worth it,” under his breath. Temari crossed her arms. “You flirting with someone who dresses like you is basically flirting with yourself.”

“Exactly. Great taste.” Termari looked like she was ready to end his life with a single death glare. Though, Kankuro looked like he’d never been more entertained. Still rubbing the back of his head, he gave you a sly smirk as Temari dragged him off by the ear. “Catch you later, Snowkitty. Don’t go stealing my look too hard.”

He didn’t stop grinning for the next hour. Not even when Temari kept whacking him for it.