"Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?" Tobirama cringed as the words tumbled out of his mouth, disjointed and hesitant.
Sakura glanced at him with surprise, even as she still rolled her shoulder. She chuckled, her eyes bright. "As a medic, it may be ill-advised for someone untrained to do so."
Tobirama nodded, flush rising. "I…sorry, I just…I feel bad about injuring you in our spar."
"I'm not sure if I'd call it an injury," Sakura replied. "Your brother is quite the taskmaster, getting me to help with the expansions of the village."
"Nii-san is making you assist?" Tobirama asked. "On top of the war? Has he gone mad?"
"I volunteered," Sakura said, rolling her eyes. "No need to get up in arms about it. Besides, I'm a medic nin, remember?" The hand pressed to her shoulder blade glowed blue. "I can take care of myself."
"Of course," Tobirama said, deflating. "I worry too much, I know."
"Nah," Sakura said. She sauntered into his personal space. "I like that you worry about me. You worry the perfect amount."
So saying, Sakura leaned in and pressed an airy kiss to the corner of Tobirama's mouth.
"See you later," Sakura said, heading off of the field.
Tobirama watched her go, hand pressing to his still tingling lips.
