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His fingers are stained with ink.
Ino stops herself from wrinkling her nose at the sight. If there’s one thing she hates, it’s stains. But Sai doesn’t seem to mind, and in the end, Ino doesn’t have any of the ink on her, so she can bear it.
Plus, he lets her sit and watch him draw, sitting side by side under a wide-branched tree. It’s warm, almost enough to make her drowsy, but Ino prefers to watch the easy movements of his hands as he works. Her own hands are clasped together in her lap, pale against the rich purple of her skirt.
She’s surprised when he looks up suddenly, dark eyes trained on her wrists.
“What?” Ino queries, a nervous laugh following.
“You have a scar.” he states, as if pointing this out is the most normal thing in the world.
Ino looks down, finding the white pockmark that mars the curve of her wrist. “Yeah,” she answers slowly, reaching up to tuck an errant lock of hair behind her ear. “It’s— a burn. I got it on my second mission— some guy with fire jutsu managed to just hit me.” she looks up and smiles beatifically at him, before stilling
Without warning, he reaches out, his fingers tracing the old wound. Ino watches, eyes widening only slightly, heart pattering out a staccato rhythm.
As suddenly as he’d touched her, Sai pulls his hand back, eyes refocusing on his drawing as if nothing had happened.
Ino looks down, and finds that she doesn’t really mind the ink smudges on her hand.
