If her hands hadn't been full of books, she'd have swatted his away long before it touched her hair. As it was, she instinctively ducked back, only to have his other arm snake around her waist! Just what kind of weirdo was he?! He was like... like Rock Lee, though admittedly, a lot better looking than that bowl-cut thick-browed guy.

"He's not my boyfriend," she said, though it was a bit colder than she'd meant it to be. Sakura couldn't help a slight flush of embarrassment as she said it too. All the same, she she took hold of the wrist that sat at her waist and pulled it away, using a odd bit more strength than a girl her size ought to have.

"Not that... it's any of your business."