i just wanted you
P R O U D
|"When was the last time we actually hung out?"|
▷ JEALOUSY-ISH RP STARTERS
judging by her tone of voice, the roseate could easily pick her friend’s attitude. salmon pink brows furrowed together, a nervous sweat streaming down her temple. her schedule seemed hectic as of recently; with the chunin exams now in action, there’s been quite a few patients she needed to look after. a nervous chuckle emitted betwixt vocal cords, a hand coming to the back of her neck.
" s-sorry ino.. ever since the chunin exams began, i’ve been super busy at the hospital.
i-i’ll be sure to squeeze in some time with you. promise ! “
"I will love you till the end of time."
A long sigh would leave her lips, a slight wince at the pressure put to her bone. ❝ …I can …. try Sakura-chan, but I’m not going to make a promise about it. ❞ She had to keep pushing herself after all ; she had to be legendary — no matter how many scratches and scars she got along the way. ❝ I guess Gai-sensei’s lessons haven’t quite left my routine yet. ❞
" i know you’re doing all you can to become the greatest you can be.
——- but that doesn’t mean you still shouldn’t be careful. ”
of course sakura was only saying this for the best of her comrade. she herself can understand her friend’s determination and perseverance. you want to do all you can imaginable to achieve your goals of being a strong shinobi.
” we can’t have konoha’s legendary weapons specialist covered in injuries. ”
the roseate would say with a gleaming smile. ” now isn’t that right ? “
He’s thankful for the way she concedes defeat in this moment, that she will not argue he take her bed when he hardly deserves more than the floor. He’s not used to sleeping on soft things, anyway. Almost begrudgingly, he accepts the blanket from her, a soft and thick thing that will no doubt keep him warm in his sleep.
As he lays himself down on the couch, all stiffness and exhaustion, he thinks inwardly that perhaps he ought to count himself lucky that Sakura was so adamant in her beliefs— he was no man easily swayed, but whatever bits of him that still retain who he used to be tell him that maybe… this would be better for him.
Of course, he isn’t quite so sure; hope is not something he’d found himself clinging to in recent years. And he still wonders if he might do worse for the girl than anything— how it must be to reunite with your sensei only to find him so beaten down by his own sins. It seems arbitrary to dwell on such thoughts, and he tells himself this, but still finds his self-loathing questions at the forefront of his mind, his transgressions and his shame.
It takes a while, but finally eyes slip shut, and he shifts beneath the blanket, listening as she cleans up the mess she’d made minutes before, until he manages to drift off, into something not unlike sleep, but maybe not quite.
things gradually grew silent, his faint breathing being the only sound the roseate could pick up on. whether he was really sleeping or not, sakura wasn’t gonna check. if he wanted to sleep, that’s up to him. ——- though she does hope he’s using this time to his advantage. it was signal to flee the living room, dashing into the kitchen with dishes that needed cleaning as well. looking out the window the medic could see the slightest sight of the sun rising, the sky beginning to tint with shades of pink, orange, and yellow.
she only rested her back against the kitchen counter, gripping the edges of it with ivory palms. only sadness could make way to her expression, tiers coming down to a frown. what else could be done to bring her sensei out of this misery? is there anything else she could do to aid him in his time of need? he didn’t want to accept her words of advice and encouragement, her food she made specially for him, her bed to ensure proper rest; he didn’t want to accept anything she had to offer.
about a half hour later after pulling herself together, sakura was now walking the streets of konoha. for a moment she was unsure whether or not to leave the jonin, in fear he’d probably disappear again. still having these thoughts in mind, the roseate made sure to hurry with the plans she had in mind. kakashi showed up at her door with tattered clothing, ripped and stained. after waking up he’d need something else to change into.
it didn’t take long to acquire new attire for the copy nin to wake up to; and thank goodness she made it back home before the village got busy with a crowd. he remained in the same position she last saw him in before taking her leave, completely still. on the small table the kunoichi would place his new clothes, quietly tip-toeing back to her room where she only sat on the edge of her bed. what would she do after he wakes up? would they talk again? would he attempt to interact with her? or is this only an overnight stay and he’ll be out before she takes notice?
found this in my folder from a while back and decided to finish dsfkmsdf ; ;