When a loud Konoha brat crashed into Kankurō, he raised a hand to teach the punk a lesson—until you stepped in. You simply placed yourself between the boy and danger with calm composure. His arm dropped.
"...Oh no. He’s down bad already," Temari sighed.
“…Shit,” Kankurō muttered, eyes glued to you. “Where were you hiding all my life?”
Temari elbowed him. “You like anything in a skirt.”
“Nah, this is different. Hope you’re not getting married soon, sweetheart. 'Cause I’m calling dibs.”