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Sabishii-Kitsune
(Naruto is owned by Masashi Kishimoto)
She is hopelessly in love. HyuugaHinata, Haruno Sakura
Sakura can't breathe.
It's painful like a tanto stabbing her lungs, twisting, pushing deeper, deeper, deeperuntil its buried hilt deep. She inhales carefully through her nose and it only makes things worse than before.
Her throat is drying, minute by minute and hearing the Hyuuga heiress laugh softly, hand demurely covering lips while eyes are closed in mirth doesn't help at all. Her heart pounds faster, harder against her ribcage, the pain doubles when Hinata opens her eyes, catches hers and sends a friendly smile. And with that, Sakura is ready to explode.
But she steadiesherself and tries to smile back.
Tries her best not to let her eyes linger—reminding herself to calm the fuck down, breathe properly and continue her damn packing or else—but she can't tear her eyes from her, can't notice anything but the fact that it hurts; it hurts to look at her, to have a whiff of her scent, to brush skins with her, to pine after her.
It drive Sakura crazy because she makes her want so, so, so, so bad and she doesn't even know it. Hinata draws out the ugly beast sleeping inside of Sakura that Sakura wants to hug her so tight, steal her away into the confines of her apartment and make Hinata all hers; drown herself dead with everything that is her. (everythingeverythingeverything—until my heart goes pop)
Because she, Haruno Sakura, apprentice of the Godaime, with all the pink hair and fists that can wreak havoc is irrevocably, undeniably, hopelessly in love with HyuugaHinata. Hyuugafucking Hinata. (of all people)
And she can't breathe.