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Worn Secrets
Sakura rubbed her tired eyes with her dainty hands, her delicate fingers brushing against her temples as she blinked at the glowing monitor in front of her. The soft light illuminated her weary expression, casting gentle shadows on her face. To her right, the clock ticked away the late hour, reminding her of how long she'd been working. It was far past a reasonable time to call it a day, but she found herself glued to the screen, drowning in a sea of reports and research.
Letting out a small curse under her breath, she leaned back in her chair, frustrated. Another day lost to endless hours at the hospital, buried under paperwork and data analysis. She knew she should've stopped hours ago, but the weight of her responsibilities kept her tethered to her desk, pushing her to keep going even when her body begged for rest.
Haruno Sakura is a renowned medical ninja, celebrated for her exceptional healing abilities and unwavering dedication to the wellbeing of others. Known throughout the Hidden Leaf Village and beyond, Sakura has played a crucial role in establishing hospitals dedicated to healing and caring for children. Her compassion and skill have been instrumental in setting up these facilities, not only in her home village but also in nearby communities, offering a safe haven for young patients.
These hospitals are part of Sakura's ongoing efforts to support the next generation, particularly those affected by the Fourth Great Ninja War and the lingering aftermath of countless conflicts. Her expertise in medical ninjutsu, combined with her passion for helping others, has made her a vital figure in rebuilding lives and providing hope to the children whose futures were marred by war.
Sakura's vision for the children's hospital stemmed from a deeply personal place. She often thought of Naruto and Sasuke—two of her closest friends who had both suffered the pain of losing their parents far too young. Their lives had been shaped by the loneliness and trauma of growing up as orphans, their childhoods marked by the absence of family and the constant struggle to find belonging. Sakura was determined to prevent other children from enduring the same heartache.
This hospital was more than just a medical facility; it was a sanctuary for young lives disrupted by war and conflict, a place where they could heal not just physically but emotionally, surrounded by care and support. For Sakura, each patient was a reminder of Naruto and Sasuke's painful pasts, and she dedicated herself to ensuring that no child would ever have to feel as lost and abandoned as they once did.
Sakura's thoughts drifted to Sasuke, wondering where he might be and how he was faring. His name slipped from her lips like a silent prayer, a soft whisper that carried her longing and concern. She finished typing her report and shut off the monitor, the screen darkening as she prepared for tomorrow's crucial meeting with the Kazekage about establishing a new hospital in the Sand Village.
As she glanced at her reflection in the nearby mirror, she winced at the sight of her bloodshot eyes and parched lips. The exhaustion and stress were etched across her face, making her look haggard and worn. She mentally noted that she looked horrible, a stark contrast to the image she wished to present.
Sakura had never been one to fuss over her looks; her focus was always on her training and responsibilities as a shinobi. Despite this, she was undeniably striking, with her breathtaking beauty marked by her unusual pink hair, a vibrant hue that set her apart. Her slim waist and long, slender legs only added to her distinctive appearance, making her a subject of admiration among many. Ino had once mentioned how popular Sakura was with the men, a fact Sakura was well aware of.
However, Sakura had long since moved past any insecurities about her looks. Her priority had always been to hone her skills and fulfill her duties as a shinobi. She understood that true strength lay in her abilities and her resolve, not in her physical appearance. The compliments and admiration she received were secondary to her commitment to her craft and her role in supporting others.
With a sigh, Sakura decided on a quick shower in the staff women's area before heading home. She needed to refresh herself, both physically and mentally. Realizing she had again forgotten to eat, she grabbed her lab coat from where it hung loosely at her seat, her mind already on the tasks waiting for her once she left the hospital.
Sakura stepped out of the shower, feeling the cool water had washed away the day's exhaustion, leaving her refreshed and ready to head home. She towel-dried her hair, slipped back into her clothes, and let out a content sigh at the thought of her warm bed waiting for her. The day had been long and grueling, and all she wanted now was to curl up under the covers and let sleep take over.
As she made her way out of the hospital, she noticed a familiar figure lingering near the entrance. The man's gaze was fixed on her, his eyes carrying an intensity that suggested he'd been waiting there for some time. Sakura immediately recognized him: a Sand shinobi who had arrived in Konoha two weeks ago. She had helped him mend a broken bone when he first arrived with an urgent delivery of an important scroll.
Since then, he'd made it his mission to see her every day, often showing up at the hospital with snacks and new attempts to convince her to go out with him. His persistence was almost charming, if not slightly exhausting, and Sakura couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. Despite his regular presence, she had always politely declined, her mind too wrapped up in her work and thoughts of another to entertain his advances.
As Sakura stepped into the dimly lit hallway and near the entrance of the hospital, she heard him called her softly, his face lighting up with a gleaming smile as he held out a small snack in his hands. "Sakura-san!" he called, his voice warm and eager.
Sakura blinked in surprise, not expecting to see him at such a late hour. "Have you been waiting for me?" she asked, noticing the tired but genuine look in his eyes.
He nodded, still smiling. "I've been waiting for quite some time now," he replied casually, though there was a hint of bashfulness in his tone. Sakura glanced at the clock on the wall—it was already 11:40 pm. She raised an eyebrow, and the man continued sheepishly, "I've been here since 7 pm. I didn't want to disturb you while you were working, so I waited."
He extended the snack toward her, his gesture both thoughtful and a little awkward. "I figured you hadn't eaten yet—like always. It's not much, but I hope it helps." Sakura took the snack, touched by his consideration, though a part of her couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't left the village yet. His stay in Konoha had stretched on much longer than usual for a Sand shinobi, and she knew that wasn't just coincidence.
Sakura let out a small sigh, shaking her head at his persistence. "Kami-sama, you've waited so long… it's almost midnight," she said, her voice laced with both surprise and guilt.
The man rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, a boyish grin spreading across his face. "It's fine," he said, brushing off her concern. "Besides, seeing your angelic face makes it all worth it." He flirted lightly, his tone playful, his eyes gleaming with genuine affection. "How about we grab some food? I'm sure there are still a few places open at this hour."
Sakura smiled, appreciating his kindness, but shook her head. "Thanks, but I'm really exhausted from work. I just want to head home and get some rest. Maybe another time?" She tried to soften the refusal, hoping he wouldn't be too disappointed.
The man's smile wavered slightly, but he quickly masked it with a light-hearted shrug. "I figured you'd turn me down again," he said, a hint of teasing in his voice. "Just like the other day… and the day before that… and the day before that." Despite his words, he showed no signs of frustration, only an easy acceptance that had become his norm around her.
Sakura felt a pang of sympathy; his persistence was admirable, even if she couldn't bring herself to accept his invitations.
Sakura blinked "That many already?" she said with a soft sigh, her voice tinged with a mix of guilt and weariness. The man nodded, his expression still hopeful, as if each refusal hadn't fazed him.
"Or," he suggested, his tone gentle but insistent, "would you prefer if I walked you back to your apartment?" His offer hung in the air, laced with a quiet determination to spend just a little more time with her.
Sakura glanced away, her expression uneasy, searching for the right words. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but she couldn't keep dodging his advances. "I'm sorry, but… I just don't think that's a good idea," she said, her voice filled with hesitation before adding, "I mean… I don't want to lead you on."
The weight of her words lingered, and Sakura watched his reaction, hoping he would understand.
He stand there looking downcast and dejected. His shoulders are slightly slumped and his eyes are cast downward, avoiding direct contact. His expression is a mix of disappointment and sadness with his brows slightly furrowed and lips pressed in a thin line.
Leaning slightly forward as if on the verge of speaking. His eyes are focused intently on the woman across from him, brows slightly furrowed in concentration. His eyes are filled with a mix of admiration and sadness, lingering on her every feature as if trying to memorize her face. His gaze travels slowly from her eyes to her smile, and down to the way her hair falls over her shoulders. His expression is wistful, with a faint, melancholic smile that suggests he's savoring this final moment, his posture is still, almost frozen, as if unwilling to let the moment slip away-unwilling to let her slip away. The air between them feels heavy with unspoken words, and it's clear he's fully aware that this will be the last time he sees her.
His lips are parted, almost as if he's testing the words before saying them aloud. Fingers tapping nervously, while the other is partially clenched, indicating his inner tension, and his posture is both hesitant and purposeful, as though weighing the importance of his next words.
The atmosphere is charged with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty, capturing the delicate moment before he decides to speak.
"I've been trying to find the right words for so long, but nothing seems enough. I just need you to know….you've been on my mind everyday, ever since you've mended my broken bone" he smiled sweetly " I admire everything about you-your kindness, your smile, the way you light up a room without even trying. I've kept these feelings to myself for too long, but I can't pretend anymore. I really like you, I just had to say it, even if I don't know what happens next."
Of course he knows what will happen next, all those times she rejected him every time he made advances. He knows she likes someone. People talks - whispers across the village, he listens as people chatter about the girl he likes. He tries to keep his expression neutral, but there's a flicker of disappointment in his eyes, masked by a faint smile. His gaze occasionally drifts towards her, watching her with a mix of longing and resignation. He's heard the whispers- how she's smitten with someone else- but he also notices that the guy she loves isn't around. He shifts his weight nervously. Torn between accepting the reality and clinging to a silver hope. There's a quiet determination in his posture, like he's weighing his chances, wondering if maybe, just maybe, he might still have a shot if he finds the courage to act.
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A tall man stands partially concealed in the shadows, his figure barely visible in the dim light of a streetlamp. His eyes, sharp and filled with a mix of longing and bitterness, are fixed on the scene unfolding before him. He leans against a crumbling brick wall, blending into the darkness, the collar of his cloak pulled high to hide his face. In the soft glow of the moonlight, a girl stands with another man, her expression captivated by the sweet, careless words of a new admirer who has known her for mere weeks.
The admirer's voice is bold, filled with fresh infatuation as he declares his love with reckless abandon. In the shadows Sasuke watches in silence, his heart aching, as the girl he once promised to return to seems lost in the moment, her eyes sparkling with something he has not seen before.
Anger and regret simmer within him, a silent witness to a love story he was meant to be part of, now unfolding without him. His face impassive, revealing nothing of what he was thinking. His dark eyes were sharp and calculating, missing nothing as he watched the unfolding chaos. Despite his calm demeanor, there was a subtle tension in his posture—a slight clench of the jaw, a faint crease in his brow—that hinted at his curiosity. He remained quiet, his lone hand tucked in his pocket, as if waiting for the right moment to step in. Though Sasuke's expression was unreadable, you could tell he was quietly piecing together the puzzle, desperate to understand what was going on without revealing how much he cared.
Sasuke returned to the village under the cover of night, nearly a year since he'd left with nothing but a promise—to come back for Sakura and take her with him on his next journey to redemption. The familiar paths were quiet, the lanterns flickering softly in the cool evening breeze. He hadn't planned on coming straight here, but his feet had led him to the small hospital where she worked, the soft glow of the windows pulling him in like a beacon.
He lingered outside for a moment, picked an area where his presence will be concealed. He could smell the sterile scent of antiseptic and the soft hum of machines on where he stood- senses that only shinobi's are capable of. His eyes scanned the establishment, searching for her, but instead, they landed on a young man seated in the waiting area outside the hospital. The guy seemed restless, tapping his foot and glancing toward the hallway every few seconds, clearly waiting for someone.
Amused at first, he thought it was funny—two strangers waiting in the middle of the night. But his amusement vanished when he overheard a nurse asking the man if he was still waiting for Sakura. The same girl he was here for. His heart sank, a dull ache spreading through his chest. He kept his composure, leaning against the wall with an unreadable expression, but inside, the realization stung. He was no longer the only one waiting for her.
The man, standing at the edge of the conversation, was tall and well-built with broad shoulders, dressed in a simple white shirt and cargo pants, his hitai-ate wrapped loosely on his left arm that suggested he's a shinobi from Suna. His hair was neatly styled, dark with a hint of gray at the temples, giving him a distinguished look. He had a strong jawline and a piercing gaze that hinted at his sharp mind and quick wit.
It was none of Sasuke's business actually, but he looks stupid just standing there, his expression shifted subtly, ready to interrupt—his brow furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line—when he heard Sakura speak, causing him to pause, reconsider, and listen closely instead of interjecting. Sasuke's demeanor was composed, yet there was a hint of intensity in his eyes, as if he was weighing his next move carefully, waiting for Sakura's response to the man's confession.
"Thank you for being so kind to me, for all those nights you waited with me at the hospital and brought me snacks when I'd forget to eat—I truly appreciate everything you've done." Sakura said, weighing her words. "But I have to be honest; my heart has been waiting for someone else, and I don't even know if they'll ever feel the same way. I'm grateful for your feelings, but I just can't reciprocate them. I hope you understand." She confessed.
"And I hope we could still be friends Yuta-san." Sakura said, smiling softly, his name rolled out of her tongue sweetly.
Yuta's expression a mix of quiet resignation and lingering hope. He had always known deep down that this moment would come—that no matter how hard he tried, he could never compete with someone like Uchiha Sasuke. Still, he had pursued her, driven by a stubborn heart that refused to let go, even when he knew the odds were never in his favor. His appearance was unremarkable in comparison: messy hair, a tired but warm smile, and eyes that held a world of unspoken emotions.
As he reached out, his hand trembled slightly, hesitating before brushing a strand of hair from her face. She was breathtaking—far beyond anything he felt he deserved, yet he couldn't stop himself from reaching out. For a moment, he let himself be vulnerable, tracing the lines of her delicate features with his gaze, memorizing every detail. She was everything he admired but never thought he could have, and despite his shortcomings, he had dared to stand his ground and pursue her. Even as his heart ached with the sting of rejection, he couldn't help but cherish the chance to be this close, just once.
Just as Yuta's fingers were about to brush against Sakura's face, a firm grip locked around his wrist. Startled, he looked up to find Sasuke standing beside him, his presence as sudden as it was commanding. The Uchiha's expression was cold and unreadable, his dark eyes sharp and unwavering. There was no anger in his gaze, just a silent but unmistakable warning that spoke volumes—this was a line Yuta was never meant to cross.
Yuta's breath caught in his throat; he hadn't even sensed Sasuke's approach. It was as if the Uchiha had appeared out of thin air, moving with the same silent precision and speed he was known for. Sasuke's grip was unyielding, not painful but strong enough to remind the man of his place. Yuta's surprise quickly turned to a mix of frustration and resignation as he realized just how outmatched he was—not just in strength but in presence, and in Sakura's heart as well- He's back.
"Sasuke!" Sakura exclaimed, her voice trembling as a mix of shock, relief, and overwhelming joy washed over her. She stood frozen, unable to believe that he was really there after almost a year of his absence. Her heart pounded in her chest, emotions flooding her all at once—she had missed him more than words could express. The love she held for him surged forward, leaving her breathless as she took in the sight of the man she had waited for so long.
"Sakura," Sasuke said softly, his voice steady yet carrying the weight of a year's absence, his gaze lingering on her for just a moment—enough to acknowledge the depth of her feelings without needing more words. Then, he shifted his attention to the man in front of him, his expression calm but firm. "It's getting late," he added, his tone leaving no room for argument, making it clear that it was time for Sakura to leave with him.
Sakura hesitated for a moment before following Sasuke, her steps quickening to match his stride. They walked side by side, a quiet understanding between them as they left the man behind. The night air was cool, the village lights casting soft shadows on the ground as they moved further away. Yuta stood there, stunned into silence, his eyes fixed on their retreating figures. He felt a heavy mix of regret and admiration—he had tried, but Sasuke was a force he could never hope to rival.
Just as Sakura and Sasuke were nearly out of sight, the man found a last spark of courage. His voice broke the silence, echoing through the empty street with a hint of desperation and hope. "Sakura! Don't forget to visit me next time you're in the village!" It was his final act of bravery, a small plea to remain in her life in any way he could. Sakura turned slightly, her expression soft, acknowledging his words with a faint nod before continuing on, walking into the night beside Sasuke.
Sasuke's face remained composed as they walked away, his expression as unreadable as ever. To anyone else, he seemed indifferent, his gaze focused ahead with his usual calm detachment. But Sakura, who knew him better than most, caught the smallest flicker of something in his eyes when Yuta shouted after her—an almost imperceptible flash of annoyance that vanished as quickly as it appeared. It was the brief tightening of his jaw, the faint narrowing of his eyes, and the subtle shift in his posture that betrayed him, if only for a second. Whatever was going through Sasuke's mind, he kept it well hidden, but Sakura sensed the tension beneath his calm facade, knowing that even the unshakable Uchiha Sasuke was not entirely unaffected by the man's parting words.
When they reached Sakura's apartment, the air between them was thick with unspoken words and lingering emotions. She fumbled with her keys, her hands trembling slightly as she pushed the door open. Gathering her courage, Sakura glanced up at Sasuke, her cheeks flushed with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. "Do you… want to come inside? I can make some tea," she offered shyly, her voice soft and uncertain, hoping he would accept even as she tried to hide just how much it mattered to her.
Sasuke gave a small nod and followed her inside, his footsteps almost silent against the floor. The apartment was warm and familiar, filled with little touches that were so distinctly Sakura—flowers on the windowsill, books stacked neatly, and a sense of comfort that made the space feel like home. As they settled, Sakura couldn't help but steal quick glances at him, still adjusting to the reality that he was actually there.
"When… when did you get back?" she asked, finally breaking the silence as she set the kettle on the stove, her voice laced with a hint of hesitation. "Did you see Naruto and Kakashi-sensei yet?" There was a hopeful tone in her question, eager to know how his return had been and if he had reconnected with their old team. Her eyes searched his face for answers, craving some sign of what his return might mean.
Sasuke leaned casually against the kitchen counter, his expression as composed as ever. "I saw Naruto and Kakashi, but only for a bit," he said, his tone smooth and nonchalant, eyes briefly flickering away from Sakura's curious gaze. It was an effortless lie, masked by his usual calm demeanor. In truth, he had come straight to her, driven by an unspoken pull he couldn't quite admit to himself. The thought of seeing her had been at the forefront of his mind the moment he set foot back in the village.
As he watched her busy herself with the tea, Sasuke's gaze turned more serious. "You shouldn't tell that guy you can stay friends," he remarked bluntly, his voice edged with a quiet intensity. "It'll just give him more reason to cling to you." His words were direct, carrying a hint of something more beneath the surface—a protective streak she wasn't used to seeing from him.
Sakura froze, her eyes widening in shock as she realized Sasuke had heard more of the earlier conversation than she had thought. She bit her lip, feeling both exposed and conflicted. "I didn't know you were listening…" she began, her voice faltering before she gathered her thoughts. "I just… I don't know how to turn him down harshly. I've been rejected enough times myself to know how much it hurts," she admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability. She looked at Sasuke, hoping he might understand the delicate balance she was trying to maintain, even if it seemed foolish to him.
Sasuke's gaze lingered on Sakura as she spoke, her words striking a chord he couldn't ignore. He knew exactly what she meant by the sting of rejection—how many times had he turned her down since their days as genin? Each memory of those moments flashed briefly in his mind, the times he'd pushed her away, too focused on his own path to acknowledge the girl who had always been by his side. For a brief moment, his hardened expression softened, and the usual stoic mask slipped just enough to reveal the slightest hint of regret.
He looked at her, and with a voice so low it was almost a whisper, he murmured, "Good thing you said you were waiting for someone." His words were barely audible, and the softness of his tone was so unlike him that it caught Sakura off guard. She blinked, her heart skipping a beat as the meaning behind his words sank in. A blush spread across her cheeks, warmth blooming as she realized what he was hinting at.
She turned to face him, her eyes wide and filled with unspoken emotions that had been bottled up for so long. "I'm always waiting for you, Sasuke-kun." she confessed, her voice wavering but sincere, the truth of her feelings laid bare between them. It was a quiet, heartfelt declaration that spoke of all the moments she had spent hoping and holding on, waiting for him to return. For her, there had never been anyone else.
Sasuke stood there, still and silent, as a surge of emotions he'd long kept buried began to rise to the surface. It was a feeling he couldn't quite name, something fragile that had cracked open beneath the weight of Sakura's words. For years, he had been a master of restraint, keeping everything locked away—his pain, his guilt, and the faint flickers of warmth he felt whenever she was near. But now, that wall was starting to give way, if only just a little.
His hand moved slowly, almost hesitantly, reaching out toward her as if testing the waters of a long-forbidden desire. His fingers paused midair, unsure whether to go further. But before he could pull back, Sakura noticed the movement. She stepped closer, her arms wrapping around him in a gentle embrace that melted the last of his hesitation. "Welcome home, Sasuke-kun," she whispered softly against his shoulder, her voice full of tenderness and a sense of belonging that reached right through his guarded heart.
Sasuke stiffened at first, unaccustomed to such affection, but he slowly relaxed into her embrace, his chin resting lightly atop her head. Konoha had never felt like home to him, not even after the war ended and he was welcomed back by everyone else. Home wasn't the village—it was her. It had always been Sakura, the one who had stayed by his side when he had given her every reason to leave.
His mind drifted back to the countless moments they had shared since the end of the Fourth Great Ninja War. They had spent so much time together, more than he ever thought possible. He remembered the quiet evenings at Ichiraku with Naruto, when Sakura would sit beside him, their shoulders barely touching yet more comforting than any words. There were the lingering glances, the fleeting touches—simple moments that meant everything. And then there were the nights he stayed at her apartment, resting in the quiet solace that her presence brought. They had never labeled what they were, but the warmth they shared spoke louder than any confession could.
Others had noticed, of course. Whispers and knowing looks passed between villagers who thought there must be something going on between them. But Sasuke didn't care what anyone else believed. He was drawn to her, compelled to stay close even as he struggled with his own restless heart. Now, as she held him close, he couldn't deny it any longer: this was where he belonged.
Their movements were slow at first, each touch tentative, almost cautious, as if both were afraid of crossing an invisible line. Sakura's fingers hovered over Sasuke's chest, her breath catching in her throat as she looked up at him, seeking permission. "Is this okay?" she asked softly, her voice laced with a mixture of vulnerability and longing. Sasuke met her gaze, his dark eyes filled with a quiet intensity, and he gave a slight nod, a silent acknowledgment of what had been building between them for so long.
He couldn't understand why he was letting his guard down now, after years of carefully repressing his emotions toward Sakura. But seeing her with another man, hearing the stranger's bold confession, something snapped inside him. A surge of possessiveness flooded his senses—he couldn't shake the feeling that he was the only one who should be declaring his love for her.
Memories of their past, the trials they had endured together, flashed through his mind. The idea of someone else feeling the same way he did about her felt like a violation of everything they'd been through. The thought of losing her to someone else, of letting her go, filled him with a devastation he couldn't bear. It wasn't right, it wasn't fair—she was supposed to be his.
He knew it was selfish, that he had no right to claim her like this, but he didn't care. Raw, unbridled emotions took over, pushing him to act without thinking. He moved toward her with a determined intensity, letting the feelings he had kept buried for so long finally take control.
The space between them vanished in an instant, and what began as a gentle touch quickly ignited into a burning passion. Years of repressed emotions, unspoken desires, and stolen glances poured out in each kiss and caress, consuming them both. They didn't know how they ended up in Sakura's bedroom, tangled together on the bed where Sasuke had spent many quiet nights before. Back then, he had been content just to lie beside her, the distance between them charged with an unspoken promise he hadn't been ready to fulfill.
But tonight was different. Tonight, they gave in to everything they had held back. The familiar scent of her hair filled his senses, washing over him like a bittersweet memory. He reached up, threading his fingers through the soft, velvety strands, feeling the delicate texture against his skin. He kissed her lightly at first, hesitant, savoring the moment, but that restraint quickly gave way to something deeper, something raw and untamed. The kisses grew rougher, more urgent, as if they were making up for every lost moment, every missed chance.
They moved together with a desperate, almost frantic need, their clothes discarded carelessly on the floor. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breaths and whispered names, a symphony of emotions unleashed at last. For Sasuke, it was more than just physical—it was a release of everything he had kept buried, a connection that felt like coming home. And for Sakura, it was the fulfillment of a long-held dream, the culmination of all the waiting, the yearning, and the hope she had never let go of. Together, they found solace in each other, letting the night take them wherever it would.
Sakura's hands were gentle but deliberate as she wrapped her fingers around him, her touch sending a shiver of heat through Sasuke's body. Her strokes were slow and teasing, each movement of her dainty hands making his breath hitch. He could feel the fire spreading, a small blush creeping across his usually stoic face as he let out a quiet groan, unable to hold back the raw need that surged within him.
In response, Sasuke's hands found their way to her chest, cupping her softly yet firmly, his thumb brushing over sensitive skin. The touch pulled sweet, breathy mewls from Sakura's lips, her head tilting back as his mouth followed, tracing scorching-hot trails along her collarbone and down her neck. He left marks in his wake, small love bites that branded her as his, each one a silent declaration of the passion that had been buried for too long.
When he finally pushed inside her, it was with an urgency that neither of them could contain, their bodies moving as one, each thrust an unspoken promise. Sasuke buried himself deep, his control unraveling as he gave in fully, spilling every ounce of his desire and unspoken affection into her. The room was filled with the sounds of their shared release, their breaths mingling as they clung to each other, lost in the intensity of the moment and the connection they had always craved.
Sasuke breathed out a curse under his breath. "Fuck," he said, his voice laced with a rare, raw intensity. Sakura's eyes widened in surprise—she had never heard such words from him. Sasuke was always composed, always in control, and hearing him slip like that caught her off guard.
Sasuke looked at her and gave a rare boyish smile, one so pure it melted her heart. "That was better than I ever imagined," he confessed, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Sakura's face flushed an even deeper shade of red. Never in a million years would she have thought that Sasuke, normally so stoic, would ever see her in this light, especially in such an intimate moment. Overwhelmed, Sakura buried her face in the nook of his neck, trying to hide her embarrassment. The exhaustion of her long hours at the hospital weighed on her, but this time with Sasuke left her feeling an even more profound sense of fatigue—a sweet exhaustion she had never felt before.
The aftermath of their shared intimacy leaving them both physically and emotionally spent. Moonlight poured through the window, bathing their intertwined bodies in a soft, silver glow. Sasuke's fingers gently played with Sakura's hair, his touch tender and uncharacteristically gentle. His hand traced slow, soothing circles on her back, calming them both until sleep finally claimed them.
As the night passed, their steady breaths filled the quiet room, wrapped in the warmth of each other's presence. When they finally stirred awake, the sun was already high in the sky, casting a warm golden light across the bed.
Sakura jolted awake, her heart sinking as she glanced at the clock. She was late—very late—for her meeting with the Rokudaime and other important leaders from Sunagakure. Panic surged through her as she scrambled out of bed, racing to the bathroom for the quickest shower of her life. Water cascaded over her as she hurriedly washed off, her mind racing with the consequences of missing such an important meeting.
She darted back into the room, grabbing clothes from the mess scattered on the floor from the night before. Cursing under her breath, Sakura pulled on her skirt from last night and snatched up the first shirt she could find, throwing it on without a second thought. She ran a brush hastily through her hair, trying to make herself look presentable despite the chaotic start to her morning.
Turning to Sasuke, she gave him a sheepish smile, leaning down to press a quick kiss on his cheek. Sasuke looked at her, clearly amused by her frantic rush, a slight smirk playing at his lips as he watched her try to pull herself together.
"Are you sure about your choice of clothes?" he asked, his voice laced with a teasing edge.
Sasuke watched Sakura, his eyes lingered on the sight of his own shirt draped over her, an unintentional yet unmistakable claim that made something stir within him. He hid his amusement behind a stoic expression, though a faint smirk threatened to break through as pride swelled in his chest.
Seeing her like this—flustered, beautiful, and unknowingly wearing a piece of him—made him wonder if it was time to lower the walls he had built so carefully around himself. Maybe, just maybe, he could allow himself to experience life more fully with her by his side. There was a certain freedom in the thought, a pull that he could no longer ignore.
He decided then, in that quiet moment, that he would let fate guide the rest. For now, he was content to watch her, savoring the small joys of being close, and letting his guarded heart slowly warm to the possibilities of a future with her.
Sakura blinked, briefly glancing down at herself in confusion, completely unaware of what Sasuke meant. But she was too pressed for time to dwell on it. "I don't have time for this!" she muttered, grabbing her bag and rushing toward the door. Without missing a beat, she dashed out, racing through the bustling streets of Konoha toward the Hokage's office, her heart pounding at the thought of how late she already was.
As Sakura dashed through the bustling streets of Konoha, she couldn't help but notice the shocked and curious stares that followed her. Villagers paused mid-conversation, their eyes widening as she hurried past, and whispers trailed in her wake. Did they know that Sasuke had spent the night with her? Had they been too loud last night? The thought sent a rush of embarrassment flooding her cheeks, but she shook it off—this was not the time to get lost in her thoughts.
She had a critical meeting to attend, one that she had prepared tirelessly for, staying late at the hospital night after night. Today's discussion was about the children's hospital they were trying to build in the Sand Village, a project close to her heart. Gaara himself would be there to hear her proposal, and she couldn't afford to mess this up. Determined, she picked up her pace, blocking out the stares and whispers, her focus solely on making it to the Hokage's office in time.
Sakura burst into the meeting room, her breath slightly ragged from her sprint through the village. The first thing she saw was Shikamaru's yawning face, his usual bored expression greeting her as he leaned lazily in his chair. Naruto stood beside him, tapping his fingers impatiently on the table, while Kakashi sat at the head, his calm gaze following her entrance. The room fell silent as she approached, and Sakura could feel the weight of their stares.
She nervously stepped closer, standing in front of the table where the village leaders were seated. To Kakashi's left, Gaara sat with a serene expression, but his eyes held a faint hint of amusement. Kankuro, beside him, wore a smirk that made Sakura's cheeks burn. Gaara broke the silence, his voice calm but teasing. "It seems you've picked up your old teacher's habit of tardiness, Sakura."
Sakura's face flushed a deep red at his comment. Before she could respond, Naruto blurted out, "You're late, Sakura! We've been waiting for you!" His voice echoed through the room, breaking the tension.
Sakura bowed slightly, her cheeks still pink. "I'm so sorry, everyone. I didn't hear my erm-alarm clock. It won't happen again, I promise."
Shikamaru leaned back in his chair, a knowing smirk playing at his lips as he glanced at Sakura. He raised an eyebrow, his sharp eyes catching the faint marks scattered along her neck and her damp hair that clung messily around her face. "Looks like someone had a long night," he noted lazily, his voice dripping with amusement. "Woke up late, huh? Must've been quite the… excursion."
Sakura's cheeks flushed a deep pink as Shikamaru's teasing words sank in. Unable to muster a witty comeback, she resorted to a childish gesture, sticking her tongue out at him in mock annoyance. It was an act of defiance mixed with embarrassment, and she hoped it would hide her flustered state, if only for a moment.
Shikamaru, however, found her reaction even more entertaining. A chuckle escaped him as he watched Sakura's uncharacteristic playfulness, the normally composed kunoichi reduced to a lighthearted, almost youthful display.
Just as they were about to start the meeting, Kakashi glanced up from his papers and said, "Sakura, could you close the door behind you so we can begin?"
Sakura quickly turned around to do as instructed. As she reached back to close the door, the room suddenly fell into stunned silence. She heard a few muffled gasps and turned back to see the wide-eyed expressions of everyone at the table.
Sakura felt the heavy silence in the room shift, the shocked expressions turning into knowing smiles and amused stares. Naruto's mouth hung open, too stunned to form any words, while Shikamaru raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. Kakashi was the first to break the silence, leaning back in his chair with a suggestive tone. "Is Sasuke back?" he asked, his eye crinkling as though he already knew the answer.
Sakura blinked, confused. Hadn't Sasuke told her that he had seen them all last night? But the bewildered looks on their faces told her otherwise. That could only mean one thing: Sasuke had gone straight to her instead of meeting with his old teammates first. Her mind raced. But how could they possibly know he was back?
Gaara, ever observant, glanced at her and said calmly, "You have an… afterglow, Sakura. It's hard not to notice."
"An afterglow is a polite way to say it Gaara, she looked like she had been ravished!" Kankuro retorted grinning.
Sakura's cheeks burned even more, the implications of their words hitting her like a tidal wave. Before she could respond, she muttered under her breath, "I thought he'd already seen you all last night…"
Naruto finally found his voice, bursting out, "Apparently not! That bastard came to you first!" His voice was a mix of disbelief and teasing. "And he didn't just come by, did he? Looks like he spent the night! Your shirt is a dead giveaway, Sakura-chan!"
Confused, she glanced over her shoulder, suddenly realizing that the shirt she had hastily thrown on was Sasuke's—a distinctive garment that was unmistakably his, an Uchiha fan at her back, the distinct pattern unmistakable. Sakura glanced down at herself, finally noticing the love bites bruises on her delicate skin. Embarrassment flooded her, and she looked away, trying to compose herself, realizing her morning had just become far more complicated than she ever anticipated. All those surprised stares by the villagers! Sakura puts her hands in her face in horror, cheeks flushed so hot she thought she might burst into flames; at that moment, she wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
That day marked the moment when the truth about Sakura and Sasuke could no longer be hidden. A single, simple shirt—casually worn and unmistakably his—was the dead giveaway that confirmed what everyone had speculated for so long. Whispers spread like wildfire, and knowing glances were exchanged as the rumors that had swirled around them for years were finally proven true. Sasuke Uchiha, the elusive and stoic warrior, had finally swept the cherry blossom of Konoha off her feet.
And now, there was no denying it: Sasuke and Sakura were together, and this moment would be remembered as the day their secret was no longer theirs alone.
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The next day..
The sun is just beginning to climb, casting a gentle morning glow over Konoha. In a quiet corner near the training grounds, Kakashi and Sasuke are seen talking together. The air is still, with only the soft rustling of leaves and distant village sounds in the background. Sasuke, leans casually against a tree, slightly uneasy, his usual stoic demeanor softened. Kakashi stands with his hands in his pockets, his signature relaxed posture while looking at his former student with a knowing gaze.
After quite sometime Sasuke spoke, glancing away briefly, his expression calm but with a hint of nervousness, his mind clearly on something more than just his next journey.. "I'll be heading out on another journey soon… and this time, I'm taking Sakura with me." He stated.
Kakashi smiles knowingly, his eyes crinkling with amusement "Whatever floats your boat Sasuke" He chuckles softly.
Sasuke's eyes flicker with a mix of embarrassment and stubbornness, the faintest blush creeping onto his cheeks. He gives Kakashi a sideways look, trying to hide his reaction, while Kakashi's warm smile lingers. There's an unspoken understanding between them, and Kakashi's light-hearted tone and smile hint at his understanding of Sasuke's deeper feelings, while Sasuke gives a faint nod, appreciating Kakashi's subtle support.
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Authors note:
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This story just popped up in my head, and I knew I had to write it down. I couldn't help but think about that guy who confessed to Sakura during the 4th Great Ninja War—Yuta here is the embodiment of every heartbroken guy who ever confessed to her, knowing full well they didn't stand a chance against someone like Uchiha Sasuke. I wanted to shed some light on how these guys felt during those moments of vulnerability, especially when facing the harsh reality of competing against Sasuke. It's a tribute to every broken-hearted soul who's dared to love against impossible odds!
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