[ Sakura is nervous about this—she's nervous about nearly everything, but in this case she's very nervous. One, because she'd accepted Naruto's invitation without much thought to the fact that he was a boy asking her, a girl, to go with him to this party, and that fact is really starting to hit her now.
Two, because it's a party. These are exactly the kind of functions that she did everything she could to avoid going to back home, even though she'd usually have to anyway. Large groups of people who wanted to talk and dance with her were basically the stuff of her nightmares. Sure, it would help having Naruto there to put her a little more at ease, but... for a split second, she panics and considers calling him to cancel—only the fact that she would be letting him down after she'd already agreed to go with him keeps her from actually doing it.
Besides, the maids had already worked so hard to dress her up in a pretty kimono, with a matching mask and kanzashi—the Hoshidan style was the only kind that she felt remotely comfortable in.
Still, her heart is pounding so hard when she finds him outside the castle that she feels like it's going to vibrate out of her chest. She almost doesn't recognize him at first, as different as he looks in style here, but his hair has a way of giving him up. ]
H-Hi... [ It ends up coming out as a nervous whisper, so she reaches out and gently tugs on the corner of his sleeve. She's so self-conscious about everything that she can't stop fidgeting—wringing her hands, uselessly smoothing her kimono, reaching up to touch the dangling ends of her hair ornament. ]
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Two, because it's a party. These are exactly the kind of functions that she did everything she could to avoid going to back home, even though she'd usually have to anyway. Large groups of people who wanted to talk and dance with her were basically the stuff of her nightmares. Sure, it would help having Naruto there to put her a little more at ease, but... for a split second, she panics and considers calling him to cancel—only the fact that she would be letting him down after she'd already agreed to go with him keeps her from actually doing it.
Besides, the maids had already worked so hard to dress her up in a pretty kimono, with a matching mask and kanzashi—the Hoshidan style was the only kind that she felt remotely comfortable in.
Still, her heart is pounding so hard when she finds him outside the castle that she feels like it's going to vibrate out of her chest. She almost doesn't recognize him at first, as different as he looks in style here, but his hair has a way of giving him up. ]
H-Hi... [ It ends up coming out as a nervous whisper, so she reaches out and gently tugs on the corner of his sleeve. She's so self-conscious about everything that she can't stop fidgeting—wringing her hands, uselessly smoothing her kimono, reaching up to touch the dangling ends of her hair ornament. ]