Light rain pelted against the window pane, the storm outside rather docile compared to most that generally rocked Konoha. Sakura was cuddled up close, rosy tresses tickling just beneath your chin where her head was stationed as she rested in REM state. The droplets trickled down the window pane with light raps against the glass, gentle rolling thunder booming in the distance and coveting the land with fresh rain- a welcome relief to the villagers. It had to be roughly two-to-three AM, too late to be awake but too early to be around and moving.
The arm wound around the, typically, feisty kunoichi scooched her in a smidge tighter so you could tenderly rub your thumb along the soft skin- a welcoming touch, apparently, as Sakura nuzzled into you further. She sighed with content, your ministrations to her arm not faltering her slumber in the least. If anything, it propelled her further into the recesses of dreamscape. You smile fondly down at your pastel-pink goddess, wondering how you got so blessed that Sakura had reciprocated your feelings (being the same sex and still quite taboo!)
A fuzzy, but pleasant, sensation overcame you as you began to recall the initial budding of admiration that manifested during the duration of your academy days together with the sensitive bean. Sakura had been more timid, unsure of herself and it was evident in the way she carried herself to her lack of confidence in making tedious life decisions. The specific day you caught yourself experiencing funny emotions around the cherry blossom woman, herself, was the day the females in the class had to organize a floral arrangement.
Sakura had been feeling dejected about the overall outcome of her decorations and had freshly been given tips from Ino about how to assort them for phenomenal results. It was the immediate swivel on heels and the extra pep in her step when the rosy-haired girl bound over to you to aid you with yours -that was when you acknowledged the clammy palms and the heart palpitations. Back then you wouldn't have guessed it was the sprouting of a crush!
The lopsided, goofy but ultimately radiant grin Sakura gave you once the duo of you had scoured for complimentary flowers for your display solidified your need to always be close to the fireball kunoichi. While the effort hadn't landed you any high-end rewards, it had still granted you a passing grade (and the overly-giddy reaction of Sakura exclaiming that the work put in didn't go to waste!) What the sassy, spitfire of a woman didn't realize at the time was that the offer for her company on her way back home was the real prize that day.
You blink, snapping out of the daydream you had lovingly recollected to thrust yourself back into the euphoric reality of what was currently going on. The storm that had once been distant now sprinkled steadily, drastically cooling down the area (much to the relief everyone would feel in the aftermath.) Sakura had shifted to tangle her legs with yours, arms encircled around you in a hug- all to which you simply waited for her to settle before getting cozy again, yourself.
From the position on your back you had full access to stare into the void of the ceiling, mulling over the limitless possibilities of the future you were looking forward to with your sentimental, firecracker of a partner. Humming with content you gently lean down to cordially ghost your lips atop the silky locks of your girlfriend, lids droopy as you feel yourself becoming drowsy (probably due to the rain.) You release a blissful sigh and shift to position yourself to hug Sakura back where you, too, drift back into a more nirvanic slumber- Sakura's face free from any remnants of stress of daily living the last thing you get to observe before you are chasing dreams.