[ the hold she has on the strap of her bag tightens, almost protective. don't mind her as she moves farther away from him, pointedly making sure that there's a substantial amount of room between them. ]

No. [ a different kind of book, actually. she'd painstakingly cut and glued and assembled a stupid scrapbook the night before, filled with silly photos and stickers from the past school year, intending to hand it off to the boys before their next trip. kinda as a sendoff present. little did she know. ] Don't worry about it.

[ other places, though. that's—honestly hard for her to imagine, really. she and her peers had always been well aware of sasuke's lineage and wealth, but naruto? he'd never so much as mentioned a single peep about coming from any wellspring of money. not until a couple of hours ago, as they'd been boarding the plane, and he'd oh-so casually mentioned that it belonged to him. ]

But what sort of places? [ sakura presses, squinting slightly into the distance as a vague memory of that particular summer resurfaces. although it'd felt lonelier than usual without him to yell up at her bedroom window to wake up every morning, the picspam of him on her timeline—and her personal line messages from him, of course—were a small comfort. ] I always thought you were just vacationing with Sasuke-kun's family. I had no clue that you... [ her shoulders raise slightly, shrugging. ] you know.