the colour pink

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She sat at the back of the class, always. It was her first day here, a private school. She was a scholarship entry. The only one this pristine boarding school had ever done. She felt a little icky just sat here. Watching the people as they sat in front of her the gears in her brain that were always turning turned. They all seemed to know eachother, some closer than others. She was definitely an outsider.

"Hello you munchkins. Most of you know me from your previous years here but for anyone new..." the teachers eyes scanned the room, lingering on her. In her head she cursed, just her luck. "My name is Iruqa, and I'm your homeroom teacher. We don't do a whole lot here, some safeguarding sessions but mostly you can do as you please as long as it's not destructive!" His eyes lingered on a spiky haired blonde at the front. The whole room laughed. Barring, obviously, our protagonist.

"Since it's a new year, I'll go around the room one by one and you introduce yourselves, your name and...something cool about you."

The teacher pointed at each student, and they rattled off their names. The anxiety was beginning to set in for the pinkette. Apparently the blonde at the front with the spiky hair was named Naruto. Heir of the Namikaze transportation empire. The black haired boy next to him was Sasuke. Everyone on the Internet knew them. Heirs to wealth crazier than most people could imagine. Best friends. Rivals. All very cute. A little blue haired girl with eyes such a light blue they looked white was Hinata. Sat behind was her classically handsome cousin, Neji. Apparently people from all the years were mixed in homeroom, something Sakura wished she knew previously. Sat on either side of Hinata were Shino and Kiba. They were all childhood friends. On the next row was Ino. She was pretty. Next to her sat Choji, in Sakuras opinion he looked like he gave good hugs. Next to him was Shikamaru, he had to be woken up by the boy behind him, called Sai. Next to Sakura on the back row was a girl with space buns called Tenten. And a boy with a bowl cut with crazy fast reflexes, called Lee. Then it was Sandra's turn.

"Uh." Everyone was looking at her.
"My name is Sakura Haruno I..."
"YOURE THAT POOR PERSON THEY LET IN RIGHT?" The blonde on the front row interrupted. Damn. She really couldn't catch a break today. The boy next to him slapped him across the back of his head.
"That's rude Naruto. She's a scholarship student."  The blonde rubbed his head and glared.

"Yes. Like I was saying. My name is Sakura Haruno and I'm a scholarship student. I hope to become a brain surgeon some day."
"..." the room was silent for a few moments. Everyone had turned to watch her. Nervously she raked her fingers through her pink hair. The bell went, just in time.

"Well guys, that's it for this week. Make sure you're back and on time for next week's session. Go to your lectures."
Everyone stood, picking up their bags and rushed out. She lingered behind a little, iruqa smiled at her.
"It's always hard the first week. They'll warm up to you."
Sakura nodded. Unsure of what else to say she slipped out of the classroom and into her first lecture. Anatomy. Unfortunately for her the lecture hall was all the way across campus In a different building.

Despite her best efforts Sakura was, inevitably, late. All the sprinting in the world couldn't stop her slithering into the door sheepishly taking the first seat she could find at the back. Sitting in the seat next to her was a very pristine looking man, he looked a year or two older than herself. His long black ponytail put her own pink hair to shame and his beautiful dark eyes reminded her strangley of the boy in her first class. What was his name? Sasuke. But this man looked much more...wold weary. Maybe it was the smile lines.

"Since most people I assume are here now, I'll get started. My name is Shizune and I teach anatomy. You'll have to take notes In this class, so I assume most of you are well prepared. There is a lot to get through and I will not be stopping unless you have questions."

Everyone around them seemed to be getting out Ipads. Unfortunately sakura had the displeasure of not owning one. Not that it mattered, her memory was near perfect. Almost eidetic. But still, it couldn't hurt to take some notes. She pulled out her notepad and pen. Over time she had become accustomed to writing fast and neat, she could almost write at the speed the average person spoke at. Sakura was very proud of that.
The man besides her pulled out his own iPad but seemed to be struggling with keeping up.

"Hey?" The pink haired woman called to him. His attention snapped to her, his eyes curious. Bordering on boredom. "Do you need some help?" She gestured to his iPad and notes. Immediately he handed the device to her.
Odd. She thought. But never the matter. For the next two hours she took notes on his iPad. The writing and pen comfortable in her hands. She was quick and very organised, switching effortlessly between colours. Even drawing and annotating diagrams. All the while the man next to her watched her, his eyes unmoving and unreadable.
Reaching the end of the two hour lecture she handed him back her device, quickly snapping pictures of the notes she had taken for him. She didn't know herself why she had the urge to help him. He took it back without a word about the informal interaction that had just happened between them.
"Thanks. I'm itachi. I write slow." Her eyes widened at the realisation. This was Itachi Uchiha. The elderly brother of Sasuke. Heir to the uchiha empire.
"I'm sakura." She spoke lightly, not knowing what else to say. "Its not a problem, I write fast and have a pretty good memory." Packing up her bags, she grabbed her notebook and pen, standing. She was stopped by a hand on her wrist.
"Here." He handed her the iPad. "I assume you don't have one, you can have mine. It'll be of more use to you than it is me. You Just have to promise to send me the notes you make in anatomy. Deal?"
Before she could protest he was already out of the door, taking everything but his ipad and the pen. On the screen of the device was his number, scrawled messily along the screen.
God, this was gonna be a long year.