She shows up at his doorstep unannounced on a brisk, bright afternoon in the middle of winter, under-dressed for the weather and out of breath. Her cheeks and hair are windblown, her bare shoulders sun-kissed.
"Sakura?"
She's supposed to be spending time with her parents for at least another two days before returning to the medical division, and he tenses, prepared to offer aid.
"Kakashi." She exhales his name in a way that fills him with both elation and longing. Everything about her in that moment radiates happiness, and it immediately lowers his alarm.
"I thought I wouldn't see you for a few more days," he says by way of greeting. He admires the pink of her nose and cheeks, and thinks of both innocent and sinful ways to warm her.
"Would you like to come in for tea?" he offers.
"I thought it had to feel the same every time," she tells him, eyes shining with excitement. He glances around for some context, but there is only sun and wind and her beautiful smile. Despite his confusion, he can't help but smile back at her.
"..it?" He inquires, then tries to move aside to let her in. She reaches out and grasps his arm to still him. Her fingers are cool to the touch, yet he's unsurprised when warmth immediately spreads from the spot where they meet through the rest of his body; these days, any touch from her is a welcome one.
He follows her lead and steps forward instead, out into the chill of the afternoon and the warmth of her personal space.
"I thought it had to hurt," she continues. "But it doesn't at all. It feels safe and comfortable."
He tilts his head and tries again. "What does?"
"Being in love," she finally reveals. He doesn't have time to mourn the loss of her before she adds. "I love you."
