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[ Haruno Sakura's POV]
I like you, that’s something the whole world can probably see.
My first impression of you was that you were incredibly handsome. But behind that, you were so cold and distant that none of us could ever get close. And then, when we truly stood beside each other, I realized something important: beneath the soul of a winter night, you were simply a spring sleeping deep within. Like Naruto, you were once just a boy who longed for warmth and recognition more than anyone else.
But that child has since been consumed by darkness, bloodshed and hatred born from deep betrayal.
I know your pain goes far beyond anything I could ever imagine. If it were me, I don’t know if I could survive such a wound — losing the warn of family. Worse still, the one who caused it all was someone from your own flesh and blood. I know I can’t erase the hatred inside you completely. But at the very least, maybe for now, you can just be a twelve-year-old boy again, if only in some small and simple moment.
Now, team 7 has completed our mission, protecting the princess and helping her return to her homeland while putting an end to Kazahana Doto’s oppressive rule in the Land of Snow, I think you must feel a little proud too. We worked together, we fought side by side and we defeated the enemy to fulfill our A-rank mission.
In the end, the Land of Snow was granted its happy ending - a land we once believed lost to eternal frost. And yet, before our very eyes, spring unfolded with soft, tranquil and radiant. The golden light of spring chased away the cold that had long gripped the earth. Color returned, vivid and alive, as though the land had been kissed awake from a winter’s curse.
It felt like a long story with a happy ending, just like in the movies.
I still remember the moment your exhausted body rested against me, your head gently on my lap as your eyes followed the tender sunlight pouring onto the grass. I remember how you quietly listened and watched the touching memory of Princess Koyuki and her father. A man who gave everything to create a world full of spring for the daughter he dearly loved.
And in that quiet moment, I found myself wondering: Had you ever longed for something like that? The tender stillness of a home. The gentle presence of those who love you.
And you, Sasuke-kun, you gave me something that felt like a real answer.
It was in a moment stirred by emotion, a brief lapse where you allowed your heart to speak. The deep black of your eyes turned toward me, and just for an instant, I imagined our gazes had truly met - a delicate, unspoken contact that lingered like the echo of something almost too fragile to name.
“Sakura…”
You said my name with a voice that carried quiet sincerity. At first, I thought it was just the usual twitch of your lips, the same subtle sign of victory whenever we completed a mission flawlessly.
But I was wrong. Your lips had curved, not with pride, but with something warm. And in that heartbeat, my own stumbled.
It was rare for you to let anyone see that gentler side. That moment became something beautiful in my memory, because I knew the Sasuke standing before me - the boy so deeply buried in the weight of revenge - would never let emotions surface so freely. Yet even then, something about your expression reminded me of a much earlier version of you. That quiet, aloof boy from our days in the academy, the one who had not yet turned cold. Someone I feared might be lost forever.
“Hm?”
“You’re really bad at hiding your emotions, you know that?” you said. Without warning, your hand reached out and pinched my cheek.
“Ow! That hurt, Sasuke-kun.” I remember puffing up my cheeks, my brows knitting together as I looked you.
You chuckled softly before lowering your hand, your face already returning to its usual blank composure. “Don’t complain.”
Honestly, did you really enjoy teasing me that much?
I glanced back up at you, trying to hide the soft blush that bloomed quietly on my cheeks. I knew it was selfish, but I still wished to see more of this version of you - open, vulnerable and real. The boy I once cherished so innocently, long before I understood what loving someone truly meant. So I shifted the topic, careful and light.
“Who would’ve thought we’d witness spring bloom in the Land of Snow, without any of the film’s effects?”
Your eyes wandered to the sky, clear and quiet.
“Yeah..” you said. “More than that… it’s the warmth a father gave to his daughter.”
But I understood. The words held more than observation. There was something buried there, something aching, a quiet grief wrapped in longing.
“Do you still remember your family?”
I hadn’t meant to ask. It came out before I could stop myself, that's the one subject Team 7 silently avoided. And once it left my lips, I regretted it. I had grown up surrounded by love. But you hadn’t. Neither had Naruto. My stomach tightened.
Damn it !!!??!? What were you thinking, Sakura? We promised not to bring this up again. What if you’ve hurt him?
That's what my inner self was screaming.
Before I could apologize, before I could change the subject, you spoke.
“I still…”
There was no sharpness in your voice. No anger. Only something still and heavy. You closed your eyes, and I listened.
“I remember my mother’s gentle face and the kindness in her eyes. How beautiful she was. I remember my father’s stern gaze. As the head of the clan, he was always strict with me. But my mother said that deep down, he cared about me and the path I walked.”
I hummed softly, not interrupting, letting your voice fill the silence between us.
“He was the one who taught me almost everything I knew. Even before I joined the academy.”
Your eyes opened then. Whatever softness had been there a moment ago vanished, replaced by something sharp and bitter.
“But he’s also the man who destroyed everything. He slaughtered our entire clan. He stole everything I loved.”
I knew exactly who you meant. I didn’t need you to say his name. For a child barely eight years old, it must have been impossible to understand, to believe that the person he looked up to most would tear apart the very world you lived in and leave him behind with nothing but a curse and a command to survive.
“I swore to myself. One day, with my own hands, I will end him.”
I didn’t know what to say. Guilt tightened in my chest. I had made you remember something you had tried so hard to forget. I had brought back the pieces of a childhood shattered by betrayal.
That small boy inside you still lived. Still suffered. Still needed the strength to carry the burden of a clan now only remembered through pain. So I doing nothing. I just stayed beside you, silent and steady. And without thinking, my hand continued moving, gently stroking your hair as you keep spoke.
"Thank you."
You no longer spoke of your family. Your attention shifted, gently and unexpectedly, to someone else. To me.
"Thank you for what?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"For listening."
That was all you said. But I understood there were deeper layers beneath those words. I hadn’t tried to make you confess what burdened you. I simply chose to believe that one day, in your own time, you would speak - not out of obligation, but because you wanted to.
"Is that so? Hahaha..." I add. "Maybe it’s because we’re a family. Naruto, Kakashi-sensei and me, we’re all your family! That’s why it’s alright to open your heart to us. Carrying everything alone will only weigh you down."
"Hn." You gave a quiet sound of acknowledgment.
It sounded thoughtful enough, but truth be told, I wasn’t sure whether you truly heard any of it. Most of the time, I couldn’t even begin to guess what was running through your mind.
What a cruel little joke it is, to fall for someone so distant and unreadable.
"Sasuke-kun, do you still have the strength to walk to the infirmary?"
"No."
There was no hesitation. Just that one word, delivered so plainly.
I blinked.
You surprised me again. Not with defiance, not with cold detachment, but with something else. You weren’t resisting like you always did with Naruto. This time, you seemed to accept my presence - quiet and almost gentle like a midnight cat curling into the one warm place it trusted.
"Alright. I’ll help you." I add. "But first, let’s try standing. You’ve been sitting on my lap for quite a while now and I’m afraid my legs might go numb soon."
My voice was light, teasing, but my eyes searched yours with concern.
"Alright, can you stand?"
You nodded slowly. With visible effort, you began to rise. I could see the pain tightening across your face, but you didn’t falter. You waited - waited for me to steady myself before letting go of the strength you were barely holding onto. The moment I stood firm, your body finally yielded to exhaustion. I was there just in time to keep you from falling.
"It’s alright. I’m here now."
And for no real reason at all, laughter nearly bubbled from my lips.
Maybe it wasn’t for any reason. Or maybe it was for one so small and quiet, it didn’t need a name.
"Don’t laugh. It’s embarrassing."
Your voice was low, almost inaudible, and you looked away. Then you exhaled, and leaned into me, allowing yourself to rest.
"You? Feel embarrassing?" I smiled, unable to resist the mischief.
"Tch."
You frowned at me, a silent look that seemed to say you still had your Uchiha's pride intact. Then you turned your face farther from view but not quite fast enough to hide the soft flush blooming at the tips of your ears.
And in that moment, Sasuke-kun, you were more endearing than anything I had ever known.
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[no one pov]
While the young couple remained beside one another in quiet harmony, somewhere not too near yet not too far, the actress Fujikaze Yukie stood watching. She kept her distance, afraid that even a single step closer might disturb the rare serenity that surrounded the two young shinobi. In a world so often harsh and unforgiving, moments like this felt almost sacred.
Her eyes followed every delicate movement with the hesitant smiles, the lightest touches of fingers, the subtle shifts in posture that spoke more than words could ever say. Even as an outsider, she felt something stir gently within her, a quiet warmth rising from the silence they shared.
Since the day Uzumaki Naruto awakened her from the frost that had long numbed her heart, Yukie had begun to listen more deeply, to observe with greater care. The world no longer looked the same. Through the lens of sorrow and healing, she had come to see the pain of her homeland, the selfless sacrifice of those who had fallen for peace like the faithful Sandayu, and the fierce, protective love of a father who once dreamt of a spring gentle enough to melt even the cruelest winter.
Above all, her heart lingered on the bonds she had witnessed along her return to her roots. She still remembered Hatake Kakashi, the man who had saved her life a decade earlier. And she could never forget the stubborn blond ninja who had taught her that peace does not come to those who wait, but to those who are brave enough to stand and fight for what is right.
And now, her attention turned to the pair before her - two young souls sharing a quiet, unspoken connection beneath the spring sunlight.
"Kakashi-san," she asked softly, her voice laced with gentle wonder and contemplation, "are they... always like this?"
Kakashi, whose carrying the sleeping Naruto on his back, turned toward her. His gaze drifted to Sasuke, who remained resting lightly against Sakura. His lips were pressed together in silence, but the tension had faded from his body, as if her presence alone allowed him to breathe a little more freely.
"You mean Sasuke and Sakura?" Kakashi responded, his eyes reflecting a calm warmth that softened the lines of his face.
Princess Koyuki gave a small nod.
A faint smile appeared beneath the edge of Kakashi’s mask, barely visible yet filled with quiet affection. It was a smile rarely seen, one that belonged not to the shinobi who wore it every day, but to the teacher who had watched his students grow in ways only he could truly understand.
"Yes, Your Highness," he said gently. "They have always been that way."