"Ugh I don't wanna be alone forever! Promise me if we're both alone when we're old and 30, we'll get married."
His eyes studied her face in the moonlight, searching for the joke but finding nothing but sincerity. Her pale seafoam green eyes softened as she tried reading his emotions, aside from his brother she was the only one who could decipher his frowns, grunts, and silence. He extended his pinky finger towards hers. His slender, pale finger hooked firmly around her dainty one; his dark eyes meet hers once again. He could feel his ears turning red, his cheeks following suit and as much as he wanted to look away, he couldn't. He wanted to remember this image forever, so he stared as long as time would let him.
"Pinky promise?" Her eyes sparkled as a shy smile transported him eighteen years into the future; a ring on her finger and his last name finally following her first.
"Pinky promise." He nodded. Sasuke had made a lot of promises to Sakura in their seven years of friendship, most she never knew existed, but this one was the most important.
The one where they're best friends, and she likes him, and he likes her, but they never tell each other. The one where his mother knew from the day they met she would be part of their family, and his older brother witnesses him slowly finding his sun, moon, and stars all in a little cherry blossom. The one where everyone sees how he looks at her, but she's too busy chasing her dreams; he can only hope he's in at least one.
a/n: an achingly slow paced sasusaku fic with absolutely no plot...besides ending up together. idk how this website works but you can find me on ao3 under the same user.