haruno-sakura-san

[haruno-sakura-san]

sakura gamer 🎮

art by seafailer

[haruno-sakura-san]

[haruno-sakura-san]

SakuraWeek2025: Day 6 - Crossover

Mulan 🏮

[haruno-sakura-san]

sakura training sketch

[haruno-sakura-san]

"I can't..."

"...trust you anymore."

"...believe you sometimes."

"...stop thinking about you."

"...think straight."

"...be with you right now."

"...see where the problem is."

"...go on like this."

"...seem to understand you."

"...figure it out."

"...be who you need."

"...promise you that."

"...love you."

"...win."

"...stay."

"...leave you here."

"...listen to you anymore."

"...see the issue."

"...fail again."

"...explain it."

"...talk right now."

"...imagine myself without you."

"...do this anymore."

"...be with you tight now."

"...lose you again."

"...believe another word you say."

[haruno-sakura-san]

[ by 專治妄想 | delusionbrk ]

[haruno-sakura-san]

Despite telling him it was fine, his touch on her cheek is still a surprise. The last time she’d been touched so kindly was probably as a small child by her father.

But in the shinobi world, many would have turned their backs on her the second she showed any emotion. Maybe she’d come to expect that coldness—that disgust at the first sign of weakness.

Itachi’s small act of kindness—his fingers brushing her hair back, his face open, caring, and genuine—makes her feel so seen and accepted. Tears begin flowing more freely down her face. She has to bite her lip to keep from completely losing it.

He was right. It had taken time in Konoha to get where she was. A lot of doors had been closed in her face. But eventually, they had opened.

“I—I didn’t know,” she manages quietly. “But I can only imagine how hard it’s been for you. ANBU is just… the worst. But for a kid? And with the clan?” She shakes her head. “There was a lot you gave up—for the village, and for your family.

If anything I’ve done has helped you—given even a little something back—then it’s worth it,” she says, determined for her gratitude to reach him.

@itachi-uchiha-deserved-better

"did I ever tell you that I tried to swim up the Naka Waterfall?"

Sakura lay tense on the floor of the cramped cave they'd taken shelter in during their journey home from Suna. Outside, a relentless sandstorm raged, its piercing howl winding her nerves tighter without her even realizing it—because her mind was somewhere else entirely.

She was back in the modest conference room of Suna’s main hospital, watching medical-nin rush out as though the place had caught fire. Their eyes—blank and uninterested during her careful lecture on PTSD signs and treatments—now studiously avoided hers as they brushed past. Her stomach churned with the kind of embarrassment and shame she hadn't felt since she was a genin. Even after the door swung shut behind them, their careless voices still filtered through clearly.

"—total waste of time. I thought this lecture was supposed to be about field amputations."

"It was, but they changed it at the last second."

"It was so long. Can’t believe we had to sit through—"

"Who cares about 'feelings' anyway?"

"Leaf-nin are such weenies. Maybe instead of therapy, they should just spend a week living in the desert, then they'd really know what 'traumatized'—"

"I thought there was supposed to be an Uchiha with her—?"

"There was! But apparently, he's busy training some jōnin in advanced genjutsu release."

"Damn. Wish I’d skipped this and gone to—"

"-Kind of a joke. You know what they say about her, right? Apparently, she cries all the time and is super boy-crazy."

"No way—"

"Yeah. She only got her position with Tsunade because she’s a girl and her teammates were insanely talented and—"

"Did I ever tell you about the time I tried to swim up the Naka Waterfall?" Itachi's calm tenor suddenly interrupted her spiraling thoughts, snapping her abruptly back to the present.

His voice was so unexpected that her mind blanks for a beat before making sense of the words letting out a sputtered "What?"

She sits, forearms braces behind her as her full attention pivots, mind conjuring the image of Itachi as - "Wait, like recently or - how old were you - like a kid?"

[haruno-sakura-san]

She sees him reach out, and her cheeks flush with warm surprise. In a fragile whisper, she says, “You can touch me.”

It feels like it hangs awkwardly in the air for an eternity, but is probably just a fraction of a second.

“Thank you for trying to cheer me up. You’re—you’ve been really kind,” she adds with a teary smile. Her hands clench in her lap as her chin drops, eyes fixed on her fidgeting fingers. A single tear slips free, landing warm against her skin.

“The truth is, stories like this are why I’m so passionate about mental health—why I care so deeply and, apparently, cry so easily,” she admits with a self-deprecating eye roll. “so, I want to hear it—whatever you’re willing to share. I’m listening.”

@itachi-uchiha-deserved-better

"did I ever tell you that I tried to swim up the Naka Waterfall?"

Sakura lay tense on the floor of the cramped cave they'd taken shelter in during their journey home from Suna. Outside, a relentless sandstorm raged, its piercing howl winding her nerves tighter without her even realizing it—because her mind was somewhere else entirely.

She was back in the modest conference room of Suna’s main hospital, watching medical-nin rush out as though the place had caught fire. Their eyes—blank and uninterested during her careful lecture on PTSD signs and treatments—now studiously avoided hers as they brushed past. Her stomach churned with the kind of embarrassment and shame she hadn't felt since she was a genin. Even after the door swung shut behind them, their careless voices still filtered through clearly.

"—total waste of time. I thought this lecture was supposed to be about field amputations."

"It was, but they changed it at the last second."

"It was so long. Can’t believe we had to sit through—"

"Who cares about 'feelings' anyway?"

"Leaf-nin are such weenies. Maybe instead of therapy, they should just spend a week living in the desert, then they'd really know what 'traumatized'—"

"I thought there was supposed to be an Uchiha with her—?"

"There was! But apparently, he's busy training some jōnin in advanced genjutsu release."

"Damn. Wish I’d skipped this and gone to—"

"-Kind of a joke. You know what they say about her, right? Apparently, she cries all the time and is super boy-crazy."

"No way—"

"Yeah. She only got her position with Tsunade because she’s a girl and her teammates were insanely talented and—"

"Did I ever tell you about the time I tried to swim up the Naka Waterfall?" Itachi's calm tenor suddenly interrupted her spiraling thoughts, snapping her abruptly back to the present.

His voice was so unexpected that her mind blanks for a beat before making sense of the words letting out a sputtered "What?"

She sits, forearms braces behind her as her full attention pivots, mind conjuring the image of Itachi as - "Wait, like recently or - how old were you - like a kid?"

[haruno-sakura-san]

She doesn't know what to say. Anger, sadness, and foolishness mingle in her chest. An ugly part of her wished whoever put him up to it paid a price. He was just a child who didn't know any better. And what right did she really have to feel sorry for herself over a few hurtful words? The reality was, compared him, compared to many of her friends, she had it so easy.

She sits up fully, gaze imploring him to meet hers.

"Itachi, I'm so sorry that happened. It must have been ... terrifying for you. And I'm so thankful that..." She can feel tears burning her eyes. Great. Now she was about to cry. Again. Only this time, in front of him.

She looks up at the ceiling, blinking quickly to try and keep everything at bay. What she really wants is a big, Naruto style, bear hug but nothing about Itachi makes that seem like a remote possibility.

Who knows - if she got desperate enough maybe she could settle for a handshake.

"It's actually very normal to not remember parts of a traumatic experience. It's your minds way of protecting itself." She realizes her arms have wrapped themselves around her middle. Then she realizes, her voice dropping low, "Or you - ah - may have just lost consciousness by then."

@itachi-uchiha-deserved-better

"did I ever tell you that I tried to swim up the Naka Waterfall?"

Sakura lay tense on the floor of the cramped cave they'd taken shelter in during their journey home from Suna. Outside, a relentless sandstorm raged, its piercing howl winding her nerves tighter without her even realizing it—because her mind was somewhere else entirely.

She was back in the modest conference room of Suna’s main hospital, watching medical-nin rush out as though the place had caught fire. Their eyes—blank and uninterested during her careful lecture on PTSD signs and treatments—now studiously avoided hers as they brushed past. Her stomach churned with the kind of embarrassment and shame she hadn't felt since she was a genin. Even after the door swung shut behind them, their careless voices still filtered through clearly.

"—total waste of time. I thought this lecture was supposed to be about field amputations."

"It was, but they changed it at the last second."

"It was so long. Can’t believe we had to sit through—"

"Who cares about 'feelings' anyway?"

"Leaf-nin are such weenies. Maybe instead of therapy, they should just spend a week living in the desert, then they'd really know what 'traumatized'—"

"I thought there was supposed to be an Uchiha with her—?"

"There was! But apparently, he's busy training some jōnin in advanced genjutsu release."

"Damn. Wish I’d skipped this and gone to—"

"-Kind of a joke. You know what they say about her, right? Apparently, she cries all the time and is super boy-crazy."

"No way—"

"Yeah. She only got her position with Tsunade because she’s a girl and her teammates were insanely talented and—"

"Did I ever tell you about the time I tried to swim up the Naka Waterfall?" Itachi's calm tenor suddenly interrupted her spiraling thoughts, snapping her abruptly back to the present.

His voice was so unexpected that her mind blanks for a beat before making sense of the words letting out a sputtered "What?"

She sits, forearms braces behind her as her full attention pivots, mind conjuring the image of Itachi as - "Wait, like recently or - how old were you - like a kid?"

[haruno-sakura-san]

"Kami, I forgot how young you were," she says with a shake of her head. "Too young to know what hazing was."

Being a female in the academy had been challenging enough - "she only got the position because she was a girl" stings through her mind again. She clenches her fists against the dirt floor, jaw flexing. Recent events aside - her classmates didn't enjoy getting beat by a girl. It must have been magnitudes worse for a true child prodigy. The egos of teens are huge and cast shadows of insecurity even larger.

"What exactly happened?" She asks, a muted note of exhastrubation in her tone.

@itachi-uchiha-deserved-better

"did I ever tell you that I tried to swim up the Naka Waterfall?"

Sakura lay tense on the floor of the cramped cave they'd taken shelter in during their journey home from Suna. Outside, a relentless sandstorm raged, its piercing howl winding her nerves tighter without her even realizing it—because her mind was somewhere else entirely.

She was back in the modest conference room of Suna’s main hospital, watching medical-nin rush out as though the place had caught fire. Their eyes—blank and uninterested during her careful lecture on PTSD signs and treatments—now studiously avoided hers as they brushed past. Her stomach churned with the kind of embarrassment and shame she hadn't felt since she was a genin. Even after the door swung shut behind them, their careless voices still filtered through clearly.

"—total waste of time. I thought this lecture was supposed to be about field amputations."

"It was, but they changed it at the last second."

"It was so long. Can’t believe we had to sit through—"

"Who cares about 'feelings' anyway?"

"Leaf-nin are such weenies. Maybe instead of therapy, they should just spend a week living in the desert, then they'd really know what 'traumatized'—"

"I thought there was supposed to be an Uchiha with her—?"

"There was! But apparently, he's busy training some jōnin in advanced genjutsu release."

"Damn. Wish I’d skipped this and gone to—"

"-Kind of a joke. You know what they say about her, right? Apparently, she cries all the time and is super boy-crazy."

"No way—"

"Yeah. She only got her position with Tsunade because she’s a girl and her teammates were insanely talented and—"

"Did I ever tell you about the time I tried to swim up the Naka Waterfall?" Itachi's calm tenor suddenly interrupted her spiraling thoughts, snapping her abruptly back to the present.

His voice was so unexpected that her mind blanks for a beat before making sense of the words letting out a sputtered "What?"

She sits, forearms braces behind her as her full attention pivots, mind conjuring the image of Itachi as - "Wait, like recently or - how old were you - like a kid?"

[haruno-sakura-san]

@itachi-uchiha-deserved-better

"did I ever tell you that I tried to swim up the Naka Waterfall?"

Sakura lay tense on the floor of the cramped cave they'd taken shelter in during their journey home from Suna. Outside, a relentless sandstorm raged, its piercing howl winding her nerves tighter without her even realizing it—because her mind was somewhere else entirely.

She was back in the modest conference room of Suna’s main hospital, watching medical-nin rush out as though the place had caught fire. Their eyes—blank and uninterested during her careful lecture on PTSD signs and treatments—now studiously avoided hers as they brushed past. Her stomach churned with the kind of embarrassment and shame she hadn't felt since she was a genin. Even after the door swung shut behind them, their careless voices still filtered through clearly.

"—total waste of time. I thought this lecture was supposed to be about field amputations."

"It was, but they changed it at the last second."

"It was so long. Can’t believe we had to sit through—"

"Who cares about 'feelings' anyway?"

"Leaf-nin are such weenies. Maybe instead of therapy, they should just spend a week living in the desert, then they'd really know what 'traumatized'—"

"I thought there was supposed to be an Uchiha with her—?"

"There was! But apparently, he's busy training some jōnin in advanced genjutsu release."

"Damn. Wish I’d skipped this and gone to—"

"-Kind of a joke. You know what they say about her, right? Apparently, she cries all the time and is super boy-crazy."

"No way—"

"Yeah. She only got her position with Tsunade because she’s a girl and her teammates were insanely talented and—"

"Did I ever tell you about the time I tried to swim up the Naka Waterfall?" Itachi's calm tenor suddenly interrupted her spiraling thoughts, snapping her abruptly back to the present.

His voice was so unexpected that her mind blanks for a beat before making sense of the words letting out a sputtered "What?"

She sits, forearms braces behind her as her full attention pivots, mind conjuring the image of Itachi as - "Wait, like recently or - how old were you - like a kid?"

[haruno-sakura-san]

sakura bulling naruto since she was 12

[haruno-sakura-san]

three.

[by TahnFa1849]

[haruno-sakura-san]

💐

date night (but she doesn’t know it)

[haruno-sakura-san]

‘stay thru the mornings

when the coffee gets cold’

[haruno-sakura-san]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

[haruno-sakura-san]

just me and you~ 🎇