Minato's lips glide over Sakura's, heating her up from the inside. It is, truth be told, a chaste kiss: closed lips, gentle touch, and freedom to move about as she pleases. What warms her is the person behind the kiss, the man she has skirted around since her arrival in this time.
Namikaze Minato.
Naruto's father.
Sakura's eyes shoot wide with panic as she pushes away, breaking the heartfelt kiss. Her heart hurts at his doleful expression but she is more concerned with what she has done.
What she has changed.
"We shouldn't have done that," she murmurs, fingers ghosting over her lips. Truthfully she can still feel his presence there, lingering. "We should not have done that."
"What's wrong?" Minato asks, stepping forward with an expression marred with concern and sadness.
What did I do wrong is the question that lingers between them, unspoken.
"Minato," says Sakura, voice pained. She looks at him and sees Naruto, the son who is the best parts of both him and Kushina.
Kushina.
"This was wrong," Sakura says, steeling her resolve.
She has to do this.
For Naruto.
For the future she can never return to.
"Sakura," Minato says, voice breaking. "How can this be wrong?" He steps forward, grabbing her hands. "Sakura, we are good for each other."
Sakura shifts, gasping silently when his hand came up to cup her face and brush the wetness from her cheeks.
She hadn't even realized she was crying.
"Sakura, please," Minato pleads, blue eyes imploring. "Sakura, we can make this work. Tell me what's bothering you, I can fix it—we can fix it."
Sakura shakes her head, fingertips brushing his face and his own gathering tears. "I'm sorry Minato," she says.
Minato finds his hands empty as Sakura disappears in a whirl of leaves. He brings a hand up to cover his eyes and the tears that run down his face.
"Damn it," he says through clenched teeth.