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Sakura’s heart is pounding, her instincts screaming at her, because Uchiha Madara just punched her in the jaw, and she liked it. She presses a spark of iryo-ninjutsu to her throbbing face, enough to reduce the swelling and pain, but not the bruise itself.
It’s common knowledge that Madara is an omega, because there’s absolutely no way anyone would be able to argue otherwise when his scent is so overpowering and foreign. The Senju don’t train omegas to fight, but the Uchiha must be made of harder stuff if their clan leader is one.
Sakura bites her lip hard, feeling a drop of blood well up, and licks it away, still trying to calm her breathing.
It’s probably just her instincts. She was in the heat of the bloodshed, ripping through enemies left and right, and when she went down, the adrenaline directed the lust somewhere else.