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“What do you remember?”
Sasuke opens his eyes. The partially drawn curtains let the rays of the setting sun filter into the room, casting a beam of light into their private sanctuary. It was easy to lose track of time.
Lying with his head in Tenten’s lap, the view he has of her is almost ethereal: she runs her fingers gently through his hair, tracing the contours of the Uchiha’s face with an angelic smile. Her—his—shirt slips off one shoulder, revealing the freckles that had so captivated Sasuke years ago, while her heavy brown hair cascades over those same shoulders. She is the most beautiful woman alive.
“A lot of things,” he replies, holding her hand to press a kiss to it.
“Like what?”
He smiles in a way he rarely does.
“I remember the sword charm that was hung from your phone, when you told me you were a weapon’s nerd. And the smile on your face when you saw the sea,” Sasuke holds Tenten’s fingers, letting his thumb caress her hand. “I remember you running into the ocean and leaving me with no choice but to strip off my clothes and follow you.”
“Any regrets?” She chuckles.
“Obviously not. You didn’t know how to swim in the ocean; the end of that story could have been very different.”
“So dramatic, Uchiha.”
“And you? What do you remember?”
Tenten tilts her face upward, narrowing her eyes.
“I don’t remember specific events so much as sensations,” she explains. “I remember feeling the force of the waves pushing me toward the shore and almost taking my bikini top with them. I remember feeling the sun on my skin, the sea salt in my hair.”
“It ruined your hairstyle. And almost took the earring you had left.”
“Oh, don’t say that. That’s a sad memory—I loved that earring!”
They laugh, and Sasuke pulls Tenten close, settling her against his shoulder. She steals a kiss from him.
“What else do you remember?” he asks in a low voice.
“I remember your hands in my hair,” Tenten caress the Uchiha’s face. Her gaze drifts to his lips. “You were undoing my buns because the swim had ruined them. No one had ever touched my hair like that.”
“With impatience?”
“With care. Untying every knot gently, without pulling the strands.”
He presses her against his body.
“I remember your smile, too. And your laughter when you gave me a piggyback ride by the sea,” Tenten says, allowing herself to trace the Uchiha’s lips with the tip of her index finger. “I don’t recall ever seeing a smile like that in all the years we went to the same school. I don’t think I’d ever seen you so happy.”
Time had blurred the memories and worn away the details. Tenten’s account proves there was much more to that morning than what Sasuke still recalls—like someone clinging to a scrap of fabric from a garment that remains beloved, even if it’s worn out.
“I only realized I was happy years later,” he confesses, gently sliding his fingers along her arm. “We only truly recognize happiness when time puts distance between us and that moment. I’m closer to forty now than I am to seventeen.”
“You never forgot me?”
“Not a single day,” Sasuke smiles again, tightening his embrace as Tenten hooks her leg around his. “I blamed myself for years for taking you back to the train station and not kissing you. It was terrifying.”
“I was scared, too.”
“I looked for you in every face I passed. I searched for your face among the jurors, in every place I went.”
“Did you ever think of using Sakura for that? We’re connected on social media.”
Sasuke rests his forehead against Tenten’s. He takes a deep breath to catch her scent, to ensure he doesn’t forget a single thing about this afternoon they’re sharing.
“Time and time again,” he reveals. “But if I’d done that, I would’ve had to admit to myself that I was unhappy. And that I was living a lie.”
Seconds pass in silence. While Sasuke keeps his eyes closed, Tenten’s remain open. He knows she is studying him, analyzing him.
“I was afraid of rejection. That’s why I never went after you,” Tenten admits. “You had Sakura. What would you have seen in me if I’d just appeared out of nowhere?”
“The same thing I saw that day. And the same thing I see today,” he positions himself over Tenten, his knees framing her hips as he presses gently against her. “You’re the only person I want to be with, Mitsashi. The only person who gave ‘happiness’ a definition in my dictionary. I didn’t know what it was until that moment at the bus stop.”
Tenten smiles. She caresses Sasuke’s face before pulling him into a kiss. There is still much they need to talk about; Sasuke understands that. The gaps remain empty, waiting for them to fill them with a story that begins anew right there, in his room, at the end of the afternoon. Inside Tenten, Sasuke finds himself again. He becomes a person once more—human enough to allow himself to live.
He is alive. He is still alive.
And it is this life that stitches itself to Tenten’s, woven together with the seaweed from the waters of the Land of Waves. With the smiles they exchanged that morning, their bodies smelling of ocean salt.
Sasuke can, at last, be happy again.