Prompt: Holding Hands
Summary: Her hands have changed
Once upon a time Sakura's hands had been soft and delicate. It'd always felt so strange to hold her hand, as if he were holding a fragile bird. 'Not too firm, not too soft,' Sasuke would often coach himself, trying his best to find the happy medium in the peculiar science of hand-holding. Privately he thought the affairs of love were more difficult to understand than any jutsu he'd ever encountered. Her hands had always been soft and warm, as if they'd been waiting for an eternity of his gentle invitation to hold them.
However as their training began, her hands began to change ― adapt. They had to, to insure her survival. Her hands told tales of clutching kunai, and throwing shurikens. This story was told by the hands of all ninja but it felt so barbaric on her once soft skin. Every day it seemed her hands changed again and again. There were rough spots he didn't recognize, scars from events they both hoped to forget. Callouses paved the way to being an elite ninja but Sasuke couldn't help but wish those hands were being put to better use than violence.
Indeed Sakura was no longer the soft and delicate budding flower he had first met but rather she had grown and blossomed into a beautiful and formidable warrior, more stunning with every passing day. Her hands were a mere mask of what they once were, no trace of softness or fragility ― traits that would reap only pain if taken onto the battlefield now. Despite their roughness, they were quite possibly the kindest hands he'd ever had the pleasure of holding. They may not've felt like the hands he'd grown to love in the past but they would forever tell the story of her love for him, a story Sasuke never grew tired of hearing.
I've never heard of this SasuSaku Month thing before! I guess this is me participating.