Forget nothing. It had never been Sakura's responsibility to inform Shino about the team practice being canceled due to Shirakumo's sudden mission. That was Kiba's job.

If it had been hers, it actually would have gotten done.

It was too hot to be running all over the place to burn time, and the cooler, more quiet places around the village were already taken up with people trying to cool off or make the most of the sudden heatwave. Sakura didn't have much better to do (until she thought of something) than lurk around in the shadows and shade of Konoha, watching familiar faces pass.

For the most part, she left them all alone. It was only when she caught Shino, bundled up like they were caught in a blizzard instead, that she finally spoke from the shelf between rooftops (it was probably meant for flowers, not people, but she was light and it was a better position than the ground) where she'd settled down for the afternoon. "How are you not dead?"

She realized all Aburame practiced a peculiar sort of modesty that she suspected but never confirmed was meant to keep the workings of their jutsu secret from enemies, but...it had to work like a mobile oven in heat like this.