That was his Sakura-chan, straightforward if she wanted something. His hands locked behind his head as he smiled. He'd asked her out millions of times, one more wouldn't hurt.
"Hey, Sakura-chan? Will you go out on a date with me? A real one with dinner and talking and all that kind of stuff?"
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"Hey, Sakura-chan? Will you go out on a date with me? A real one with dinner and talking and all that kind of stuff?"