Seated comfortably under the tree, Chiharu's thoughts wandered to her parents. They were no more ninja than any normal human, even though they lived their lives in Konoha. They were more than content operating the local dango shop, which had become surprisingly popular. Chiharu briefly worried for them; although they were perfectly capable of taking care of themselves, the Tsuji couple would not take it well if anything happened to Chiharu. They cared for her more than anything, and plus, Chiharu was their only child. Taking a bite of one of three dango skewered on a stick, the blue haired girl dispelled the unhappy thoughts from her head. She would just have to make sure nothing bad happened.<br/><br/>The sweet dessert caused a genuine smile to spread across her lips, lighting up her entire face in delight. It was one of the only things that brought out emotion in the young ninja; probably the very reason that her parents had decided to open a dango shop in the first place. The smile died away when the Nara boy, Kyosuke, spoke. Chiharu quickly reverted back to her neutral face. She didn't like exposing her emotions to others; he might as well have seen her naked. About to respond, the girl's reply was cut short when Kayo found her way to their tree.<br/><br/>Chiharu didn't end up replying, as Kayo was now there to keep Kyosuke company. In response to the Hyuuga's question, she stood up, lazily pointing her stick of dango at the approaching Shimura. Chiharu was wearing her typical outfit of her blue top, lace neck choker, and fitting mini shorts that showed off her long, shapely legs. More importantly, they had the hidden function of keeping her leg muscles tense for explosive physical power.<br/><br/>A mix between confusion and surprise welled up inside Chiharu when she saw Shimura extending his hand and smiling. This was certainly not the same person she had met before; plus, he looked so uncomfortable doing it that Chiharu couldn't help but smile as well, not wanting to laugh- he would most certainly take it the wrong way if she did. Maybe he was one of the few people that could bring out her emotions after all; the only others were her parents, and dango. Walking over to the Senju, Chiharu placed her comparatively dainty hand over his, a little surprised at how soft her skin was compared to the roughness of Shimura's palm.<br/><br/>She did feel a little guilty for her earlier display, even if he sort of provoked her. Holding out her other hand, Chiharu silently offered him one of the remaining dango.