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It started on a Thursday.
The skies above Konoha were unusually cloudy for mid-spring. The kind of weather that made the village smell like moss and memory. Rain hung heavy in the air, but hadn’t fallen yet—just lingered, waiting.
Naruto was the first to notice something weird was happening.
He was walking down the main road in the village center, arms crossed behind his head, proudly marching toward the mission assignment board and humming off-key. That is, until he noticed people were staring.
Like, more than usual .
One old lady gasped and did the sign against evil. A genin tugged on her mother’s sleeve and whispered something. Naruto frowned. “What? Is my fly down or something?”
He glanced down at his pants. Everything was fine. So what was—
He froze.
There, curling out from the edge of his sleeve and twining up his forearm, were inky vines. Thorny, black rose stems, each bud tightly closed but undeniably alive . Petals shimmered with a sheen of wet velvet, and their scent—spicy, deep, and almost wine-like—was unmistakable.
Naruto’s eyes widened. “No. No, no, no, no—”
He yanked his sleeve down so fast he nearly sprained something.
Soulmate flowers.
No freaking way.
“Okay. Okay. It’s fine. Totally normal. Probably just... a weird rash. From ramen. Ramen allergies. That’s a thing. Right?”
But deep down, he knew. The flowers weren’t random. Black roses weren’t his favorite—he liked sunflowers, actually, and those weirdly pretty yellow flowers that turned to face the sun no matter where it was.
Black roses were elegant. Intense. Sad.
They weren’t his.
Which meant they belonged to…
Oh no.
Naruto sprinted to the mission office, practically shoving the door open.
Sakura was already there, scanning the scrolls on the board with furrowed brows. She looked up as he entered and blinked.
“Whoa. You okay? You look like you just found out Ichiraku closed down.”
Naruto huffed. “Sakura-chan, do I look like I’m dying?”
She blinked again, then sniffed the air. “Wait. Do you smell… roses?”
“NOPE!” he yelped, spinning around and dramatically posing like a ninja caught in a lie. “Totally fine! Not suspicious at all!”
Sakura narrowed her eyes. “Naruto…”
And then she saw it.
One petal had fallen—just one. A small, midnight-colored thing, lying in the corner near his foot. She leaned over and picked it up, eyes wide.
“...Naruto,” she said again, voice gentler this time. “Your arm. Show me.”
He hesitated. Then, slowly, he pushed up the sleeve of his hoodie. The vines were more visible now, curling around his wrist like a bracelet, thorns sharp and regal.
Sakura stared.
And then—right in front of both of them—more buds bloomed.
Her hand flew to her mouth.
“Oh my god,” she whispered.
“Am I dying?! I knew ramen allergies were real—”
“You’re blooming , Naruto!”
“I’M WHAT NOW?!”
She grabbed his wrist and inspected the petals with the intensity of a top-tier medic in training. “This is the soulmate bloom. These aren’t just... y’know, random plants. Someone out there loves black roses. Someone
you
love. That’s why they’re showing up.”
Naruto’s eyes went full ramen-bowl round. “But I don’t—! I haven’t—! I mean, there’s no way I’m—”
The door creaked open behind them.
Sasuke entered, cool and aloof as always, with his shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows and a scowl that said ‘someone looked at me today and I hated it.’
“Why are you screaming,” he muttered as he stepped past them.
Sakura pointed. “He’s blooming !”
Sasuke blinked. “He’s what now.”
“Soulmate flowers,” Naruto said weakly. “Apparently I’ve got ‘em.”
Sasuke turned slowly toward him, ready to mock, but froze.
Because there, sprouting boldly from his own arms, were bright yellow sunflower petals. They were vibrant. Cheerful. Defiantly not on brand .
The look on his face was one of pure betrayal.
Naruto gasped. “NO WAY.”
Sasuke yanked his sleeve down instantly. “Don’t.”
“Are you growing sunflowers?! ”
“Shut up.”
“ SUNFLOWERS?! ”
“I will end you. ”
Sakura looked between them, the gears in her brain turning so hard it was almost audible. Naruto, who’d just started blooming black roses , and Sasuke, the edgelord of the universe, growing sunflowers ?
Oh. Oh, this was going to be delicious.
Sasuke turned to Iruka—who had been silently panicking behind the desk the entire time. “I want a mission. Preferably a solo one.”
Sakura gave him a look. “Running from your feelings already?”
“I will burn these flowers off. ”
“Okay, we’re not gonna do that,” Iruka squeaked, holding up his hands.
But before anyone could say more, the door slammed open again. A blur of dark hair and a quiet "sorry!" followed as Hinata shuffled inside, bowing deeply and clutching a scroll.
“I—Tsunade-sama asked me to deliver—oh.”
She froze.
Naruto was glaring at Sasuke. Sasuke looked like he wanted to disappear. Sakura was still holding a black rose petal like it was radioactive.
And then… Sakura turned and smiled at Hinata.
“Morning, Hinata,” she said softly, like she was the only normal one in the room. “Glad you’re here.”
Hinata’s heart stopped.
Literally stopped.
Because the moment Sakura’s smile hit her, warmth surged through her like sunlight—and then there was a tingling sensation down her arms. She looked down in horror.
Small pink blossoms—softer than breath, delicate as dreams—were blooming down her wrists.
“Not now,” she whispered.
But Sakura had already seen.
Hinata bolted.
Naruto blinked. “...Did Hinata just grow cherry blossoms ?”
Sakura touched her own chest, over where white lilies had quietly bloomed just above her heart that morning. She hadn’t told anyone, and had covered it up with her clothes. Still wasn’t sure what it meant.
“I think,” she said slowly, “everyone’s blooming all at once.”
Later that day, they gathered at the training grounds under orders from Kakashi-sensei.
None of them wanted to talk about what had happened at the mission office.
Naruto was wearing two jackets. Sasuke had wrapped his arms in bandages, muttering about injuries. Sakura had layered her outfit with a high collar and shrug. Hinata was just hiding behind a tree like she was part of it.
Kakashi appeared, as always, out of thin air. He had his nose buried in his book, as if the chaos before him wasn’t crackling with awkward teenage tension.
“Yo,” he said lazily.
No one responded.
“Well,” he continued, glancing up briefly, “I see spring is in full effect.”
“Don’t,” Sasuke snapped.
“Wasn’t gonna,” Kakashi lied.
Naruto shuffled awkwardly. Hinata peeked out from behind the tree. Sakura was trying very hard to look at no one in particular.
Kakashi clapped his hands together. “Okay, weird flower puberty aside, we’ve got drills. Let’s go, bloom squad.”
“WE’RE NOT CALLING IT THAT,” everyone shouted in unison.
By the end of training, everyone was exhausted. Mostly emotionally.
Naruto slumped to the grass, dramatically groaning. “I didn’t even do anything and I’m tired .”
Sasuke glared at him from across the field. “You got kicked in the face.”
“Which is very emotionally draining! ”
Sakura sat under a tree, fingers brushing the stem of a lily hidden beneath her collar. Hinata joined her after a few minutes, sitting quietly beside her, close enough that their shoulders almost touched.
Sakura smiled at her again.
Hinata looked down quickly—and sure enough, another cherry blossom petal bloomed on her wrist.
That night, Naruto lay in bed, turning his arm in the moonlight. The black roses were opening now—soft and deadly, beautiful and haunting. He didn’t know whose favorite they were. But his heart whispered a name anyway.
Sasuke.
He groaned and shoved his head under a pillow.
“Stupid flowers.”