The room was almost full when said blonde and her pink haired rival/compatriot burst in through the doors screaming at the top of their lungs about who got in first.
"We don't do that!" Sakura protested.
"Actually, you did for the first half of Third year," Chouji noted. Sakura flushed a bit.
"Well, we were excited about being shinobi!" Ino said, her face red. "Obviously."
Shikamaru groaned. "Really? The only thing that you were ever shouting about was Sasuke." Ino shot him a glare that promised pain later. The lazy Nara paid it no heed.
Since Sasuke sat at the end of a row,
"See?" Chouji said, quirking an eyebrow. Ino huffed loudly, crossing her arms.
only one chair next to him existed, so it became the prize of his official fan girl club (yes official, they have t-shits, bi-weekly meetings and events, sign in slips with their pictures on it, and the annual Sasuke fantasy story contest)
Sasuke went white. "Oh Kami…so that's what that demented story that I found in my desk last year was…" He quickly assumed a fetal position and began whimpering pathetically. Naruto shook his head, clearly pitying his friend.