Sakura looks into the laundromat, eyes wary as she takes in the scene before her.

Notorious mob lord Yagura sits before a few of the machines, foot tapping impatiently. There is a long row of washing machines full of money.

Drug money.

Sakura shrugs, far past caring at four in the morning after two back-to-back shifts at the hospital. She hefts her basket and steps into the laundromat itself, making a beeline for one of the unoccupied machines.

Yagura glances up as the bell tinkles and his gaze goes dark. He stands, intercepting Sakura.

"What are you doing here?" he fairly growls.

Sakura glances at the shorter man incredulously, shaking her basket for emphasis. "I'm here to use the laundry machines."

He glances down at the basket, flushing slightly and backing away. "I…apologize. I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here this evening."

Sakura shrugs. "Understandable, considering that it's morning now."

She skirts around him, prepping one of the machines.

"Are you…are you washing your whites with your darks?" Yagura asks, scandalized.

"Um…yes?" Sakura replies, rubbing at her eyes. "There's only one machine available and I am beyond caring."

Yagura steps forward, pushing her out of the way. "That is no reason to fall into madness. Here, use one of these machines."

So saying, Yagura stops one of his loads, pulling money out. Somewhere in Sakura's sleep-deprived mind she registers the blood on the cash but she says nothing. Honestly, she's a bit touched that he cares this much about her laundry. It's kind of funny in a way.

Yagura places his sopping wet money in one of the bags, leaving Sakura to sort her whites and darks. Once finished, Sakura moves to take a seat beside him.

"Thank you," she says, turning to him with a bright, if somewhat exhausted, smile.

"N-no problem," Yagura replies, flushing and turning away.

He cannot remember the last time someone thanked him for…well, anything.

They sit in silence aside from shifting their laundry into the dryer.

Yagura nearly jumps out of his skin when something brushes up against his shoulder. He glances over, surprised to find the woman asleep against his side. Something within him melts at her unguarded posture.

Sakura startles awake as the timer on the dryer goes off. She stands, listing slightly to the side and gathers her laundry with a sleepy smile.

"Thank you for keeping me company," she says, waving to Yagura.

"Yagura," he says. "My name is Yagura."

Sakura bites back the reflexive, "I know," and says instead, "Sakura."

Yagura nods, watching her leave. "Sakura, huh?" he mutters, a smirk playing across his features.

This encounter needs to be repeated.