#hate sasuke x sakura

[kibutsujidemon]

my true opinion about shinubo kocho :

I don't need to be told that this is not true, as a woman I know what I'm talking about other girls because I know their nature and I don't have a good attitude towards these girls, for me she is an insecure weak-willed person who doesn't understand herself and who only cries about her older sister's death and the most important thing is that she is not very smart, it would be possible to make a different plan, well, as you can see, she is just a touchy girl who doesn't give a damn about her life and in our times this is called an empty shell who asked everyone for her own benefit.

giyuushino I really don't like this crap and bullshit.

well. the girl is sweet and a good boy. i feel sorry for them . when they grow up, they will find out that their mom and dad don't love each other.

it will be like sasusaku wich i hate too , when they find out that shinobu did something disgusting to tomioka and said disgusting things to him, they will hate their mother with all their heart .

They call their mother a toxic and insecure woman and an insecure, harmful person who only thinks about herself.

everyone looks at the appearance and not at the inner character and psyche of people, everyone simply does not know this .

Thank you very much, Douma, for taking her with you .

for me doushino is canon here :

Shinobu is the first person Douma holds real feelings for. In chapter 157, when Douma is crying false tears because of Akaza's death, Kanao sees through Douma's acts because the color of his face doesn't change and his cheeks aren't flushed. In the afterlife, Douma is visibly blushing when he asks Shinobu to go to hell with him.

After demons die, they usually meet people they knew when they were human, but Douma and Shinobu meet each other in the afterlife.

Shinobu's birthday is on February 24th and Douma has rainbow-colored eyes. Rainbow in Japanese is "niji" (Kanji: 虹 ; Hiragana: にじ) while 24 can also be read as にじ (niji).

Official Fanbook :

In one chapter of the Second Fanbook, Gotou dreams about asking the demons about their feelings when they were killed by the Breathing Styles. Douma is seen along with the demons who were killed by Insect Breathing. While the other demons seem displeased, Douma laughs and says that they should let it slide, because Shinobu is cute.

❝Hey, Shinobu-chan, hey. You wanna go to hell with me?

Douma to Shinobu after falling in love with her

[meowmada]

Nothing just this

[queensakuradefender]

Sakuhina friendship💞 notice how they aren’t fighting or aren’t annoyed of each other like people say? Stop comparing two beautiful characters when they are literally best friends.. Sakura wouldn’t hurt Hinata but would hurt someone for her if they made her sad. These two will NEVER and I mean NEVER fight.

[simoni-999]

top ten gayest friend groups of all time <3

[renmedys]

BACKS TURNED, FACES FORWARD

haruno sakura is tired of always being left in the dust. (or: sakura throughout the years, chasing after people who might be too far gone.)

pairing: haruno sakura/uchiha sasuke (slight) content: character study-ish, slight romance words: 3.5k notes: my attempt at a character study (not really). its just that 685 forever has a chokehold on me & i love sasusaku & kishimoto rlly did his main heroine dirty. originally i wanted it to be more of a piece about team 7 collectively, but winded up being a little more sasusaku centric xdd

     HARUNO Sakura has spent her entire life gazing upon two backs. And she’s tired of it, of course she is. Sasuke was never once in reach, but after he set out on his quest for power and vengeance, even the slightest trace of him was hard to come by. That teenage back and the red and white fan that sits proudly upon it—Sakura wishes she had some way she could reach him from across the continent and alleviate the weights which burden him so. But she could not stop him. Not with her words or actions, and not with her love. 

And what use was love if it couldn’t save anyone, especially the very person who brings it to life within you? 

She wanted to curse her weakness, and to curse Sasuke most of all for all the tears she shed and the nights she lay awake. Yet still she cannot. Love would not let her, and that was the cruelest thing of all. She would love him to her grave, and whether that is testament that her love is true or that she is just plain old stubborn, she’s not sure. What she’s sure of is that she’s tired of watching Naruto run off ahead of her in Sasuke’s pursuit.

Sakura has been watching this whole time. She watched the curse mark embed itself into Sasuke’s flesh, take root like an invasive plant. Orochimaru sank his fangs into him, and though she’s sure Sasuke’s not foolish enough to hand over his body so willingly, even she could tell that the venom was corroding him from the inside out. His bloodline—Sakura does not pretend to know its blood-steeped history, and she’s long since stopped pretending to understand the pain and hatred that comes with it. But she does know the pain that it has brought her, and the pain it has brought Naruto. 

She can see the way Naruto’s eyebrows furrow the tiniest bit at Sasuke’s mention, the way his gaze softens at the murmur of his name to the way it hardens when people speak ill of him. She notices the skyward glances, the clenching fists. His steadfast promise, his unwavering shinobi way, she can see its resolve strengthen for the sake of Sasuke. Like her, Naruto loves Sasuke, and Sakura can see this too. It is ironic, then, that it is Sasuke who possesses superior sight in the Sharingan who cannot see the same.

Nonetheless, Naruto has been chasing Sasuke all this time. And what has Sakura been doing? Weeping like a damned, helpless damsel, waiting for someone else to do all the work to bring back her Prince Charming? She has watched the Uchiha crest grow smaller and smaller upon the horizon of her heart, so faint and out of reach that despite thinking of him every day, she feels he is going to dissipate. Naruto, too—his back has grown broader in the years he has been away from the village, but smaller as well the further she lags behind. 

The same scrawny brat has grown into someone reliable, and Sasuke surely has advanced as well. Sakura cannot sit idly by any longer. Not that she has, by any means—under the tutelage of Lady Tsunade she has grown into a medical ninja of unmatched potential and honed her physical prowess to the highest degree she can. But it is still not enough. So long as she cannot reach Sasuke’s heart, she is afraid it will never be enough.

“Sakura.”

Naruto’s voice shakes her out of a trance. They are sitting side by side on the bench by the village gate, the same scene that marks the biggest failure of Sakura’s life. The sakura trees are blooming, but Sakura cannot say the same for herself. Each passing day she is continuously wilting. There is no cycle for her, only an everlasting process of fading until one day she will have fallen completely from the branch. 

“Sorry,” she says. “I was lost in thought.”

“About Sasuke,” he asks, though he says it like he already knows.

Sakura nods, twiddling her thumbs. “I wonder what he’s up to.”

Naruto typically takes it upon himself to brighten a dismal atmosphere, but today Sakura is sullen enough that she does not want to be cheered up. No, she wants to linger in this sadness a little longer, let the melancholy soak the way one does in a freshly drawn bath. It is better to face the pain than to continue shutting it down. To bleed is to be alive, so to hurt is to love. 

“You know him,” Naruto says, sinking against the backing of the bench. “Probably moping about revenge and all that. He won’t come to his senses unless we sock it to him, Sakura.”

“I know that, idiot.”

Naruto gives her a sideways glance and smiles. Pats her on the back a couple times, then stands in preparation to leave. Naruto is more sensitive than most, in that regard.

“I miss him,” Sakura says, before Naruto has a chance to turn his back to her again. “I wish he would come back. If we could just talk to him…”

“Guys like him,” Naruto says, “only talk through their fists.”

“I can’t beat him,” Sakura admits sorrowfully. She buries her face in her hands. “I’m not strong enough to get through to him.”

“Right now, neither am I.”

Naruto’s confession brings Sakura’s face out of her hands. She turns to Naruto, who is smiling against the blue sky and blossoming petals. 

“I lost to him at the Final Valley,” he continues. “I’m sure Sasuke’s gotten super strong since then, too. So I’d probably lose to him now anyway.”

“Then—”

“That’s why we both gotta get stronger.” Naruto turns, looking over his shoulder. “That way, no matter how strong Sasuke is when we see him again, it won’t matter. Because it’ll be two against one!”

Yes, Sakura thinks, her eyes closing as her lips pull upward into a smile. Tears are pooling in her waterline. They will get Sasuke back. And when they do, they’ll be three again. Naruto’s back is growing ever smaller as he walks toward the village center, but for once, she doesn’t mind it. 

     AMONGST the broken rubble of Orochimaru’s hideout, Sakura is perusing the halls like a child lost in a maze. She’s not looking for anything in particular. No, that’s not true. She’s looking for a reason. Something, anything that might explain how Sasuke had become the stranger that stood before Naruto and Sakura, how the clan crest etched on his back had fanned the flames from a kindling warmth to raging wildfire. There must be something. 

Naruto is outside, still standing in the crater left behind by Sasuke. Locked in place, his head is tilted upward, and the sky is clear despite the way their hearts are overcast. Yamato and Sai are by him, having left Sakura to wander on her own, but she can sense the little inkborn mouse that Sai sends to tail her, to make sure she doesn’t go off too far or get herself into danger. Sakura has always been the most observant of the three—so it’s an easy task to hear the tiny footsteps that tap against the stone floors a few paces behind. 

Sakura pushes it out of her mind. Let them follow her all they like, it doesn’t matter. What matters right now is finding something that will help. She checks every path and every turn until she turns the last one and finds a dead end. She places a hesitant hand against the stone bricks. She’s ready to accept defeat and reconvene with the makeshift Team Seven. She’s ready to go home, she thinks. She wonders if Sasuke ever misses Konoha. If he ever misses home. (Was Konoha ever home to him?) Then she feels her hand sink into the wall. Her head whips around as she sees one of the bricks push inward. She pushes harder, until the grinding of stone relinquishes into a click. The wall crumbles. It seems that the explosion from earlier broke the mechanism.

Regardless, Sakura ducks her head to squeeze through the hole that has appeared, and on the other side she is rendered speechless. The room sprawls out before her, empty and bare but familiar. To her right, aligned against the corner, there is a desk and a chair pulled out in front of it. Someone was here, not too long ago. She walks over. Somehow, she can tell—if there is anything of value in this room, it will be in this desk. She reaches a tentative hand toward the drawer, careful not to break it. It’s unlocked, and it slides out smoothly. There’s a blank white sheet of paper. It’s been ripped apart and put back together. The paper is fraying at the edges, and when she flips it over she begins to cry. 

The smiling faces of their younger selves—Kakashi, Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura—they are gazing back at her, though Sasuke and Naruto are, of course, glaring at each other more than they are posing for a picture. There’s no doubt about it. This belongs to Sasuke, and it proves nothing if not that Sasuke thinks of Konoha, of them. Enough that the attempt to sever these ties is remedied by tape and glue, shoddy though the job is. Sasuke is not yet out of reach, and for now, that is enough.

     WHEN Sakura tells Naruto she loves him, she already knows that Naruto won't be fooled. He’s not that same naive kid anymore. But she says it anyway, because it’s worth a try if it means obtaining closure. She disregards the shocked faces of all those around her, ignoring the way their eyes are baring into her back. She meets Naruto’s gaze, and she meets it with headstrong determination, a conduct becoming of the kunoichi she knows she can be. She will kill Sasuke, and she will kill her love when she does. Then it will all be over. 

She tells Naruto she loves him. That she’s done chasing after the once noble Sasuke who has fallen to criminal and fugitive status. She says to him that Sasuke keeps getting farther and farther away, that in her mind’s eye she can hardly see the Uchiha crest on his back anymore. That it is Naruto, who remains steadfast by her side and staying true to his word, whom she loves now. A woman’s heart is as changeable as the autumn sky, she laughs, and she hugs him.

Naruto does not move, and instead he shoves her back by the shoulders. He tells her, “I hate people who lie to themselves.”

They argue. Naruto says it's not just about the promise anymore. He wants to help Sasuke, and Sakura can see through the windows to his soul that he knows more than he is letting on. Inside, Sakura wants to scream. Why is she always the last one to know things? Why is she always outside of the loop? What does Naruto know that he cannot tell her, that she does not deserve to know? How can she ever reach Sasuke when everything is always one step ahead of her, whether enemy or comrade or information or life? 

“Fine!” she tells him. “I’m going home.”

She beckons Kiba and Lee and Sai, and they follow. She bites her lip to stop it from trembling. She cannot show weakness here. Sakura must not falter.

Her plan is simple, and executed despite a few bumps on the way. Kiba, Sai, and Lee are put to sleep, Naruto caught in it too. 

At the bridge, she sees him, cloaked and standing over a woman’s body. Sakura doesn’t have time to worry about who she is. 

“Sasuke!” she yells. “I’ve come to join you! I’ve gone rogue from Konoha.”

Sasuke meets her eyes with skepticism, eyes blood red and whirling with the Sharingan. He tells her that if she’s serious, she’ll kill the woman he’s standing over. Sakura can tell she’s wounded, though not fatally. She could live, if Sakura treated her. But Sakura says that she’ll do whatever Sasuke wants, and even when she flinches at Sasuke’s desire to destroy Konoha, she forges onward. When she walks by Sasuke, a poisoned kunai is ready to strike. With it in her trembling grasp, she thinks to herself, “Right now, if I stab Sasuke, it’ll all be over.”

That moment of hesitation, the multitude of thoughts that flash through her head in that single millisecond are enough to spell her doom. A chidori is crackling with static behind her, and if it weren’t for Kakashi intercepting and redirecting the blow, Sakura was as good as dead. Of course she knows why she faltered, even if she resolved time and time again to bring this to a close. She doesn’t want it all to be over. She wants Sasuke to come home, to be himself again, to smile with her and Naruto and Kakashi and to be Team Seven. 

Kakashi orders Sakura to take the woman and leave. Tells her that this is not a burden she needs to bear alone. That it is his fault, his failure as their teacher and mentor, that led to this rift between them. Sakura is tired of being coddled. Tired of things being out of her hands and sick of being reminded time and time again that she can do nothing but rely on others. She takes the red-haired woman who Sasuke has now abandoned away from the battle, treating her as the tears flow uncontrollably. She’s careful to make sure none of them drip onto open wounds, because she can handle this, at the very least. 

“Sasuke…” coughs the woman, her eyes on the verge of unconsciousness, “you don’t know Sasuke anymore.”

Everything after that is a blur. She leaps into action, ricocheting herself off the arch of the bridge in a sudden movement, kunai ready to pierce the very back she has spent her adolescent years chasing after. But she freezes, and she falters once more. She cannot do it, and such is the curse of love. 

Sasuke whirls around and brings a hand to her throat. This time, Sakura is okay with it. Better that she die by his hand than somewhere on the battlefield, unfulfilled. She closes her eyes, waiting for the release of death. This love was going to die eventually.

That much is evident when it is Naruto, always only ever Naruto, who can reach Sasuke with his words. 

    IT is in the midst of battle when Sakura sees him again. Kneading chakra and channeling into her medical ninjutsu as she treats Naruto, Sasuke leaps down to land in front of them. He says her name, for the first time in what feels like forever, and the sound of his voice washes over her like a springtime breeze. This is the Sasuke she knows. Warm and strong and genuine. Sure, his announcement of his interest in the position of Hokage shocks her (as it does everyone else), but she can look past it. 

At his arrival, Naruto has seemingly recharged and been given a burst of new energy. Looking over his shoulder, he thanks her for the healing, tells her to take a break. 

“Let’s go, Sasuke,” Naruto says, and Sakura is sure that he means no harm and is simply oblivious to how the words spear her heart. She’s done being reduced to a spectator. She’s done sitting on the sidelines and merely being the third member of Team Seven who cannot compare to the great Uzumaki Naruto and infamous Uchiha Sasuke. Haruno Sakura is a Konoha shinobi, too. Haruno Sakura is an apprentice of one of the great prodigal three, too. 

She will take her stand here. Not once has she been proud of her life, of her journey of being a shinobi. But today, that will change. She always considered herself beneath them, figured that their destinies were simply far greater than hers. But Haruno Sakura, you are not only the third member of Team Seven, an apprentice of the prodigal three, but also the Fifth Hokage’s disciple. She feels the heat bubbling in her forehead as the 100 Healings Mark settles. Her once greatest insecurity has now become the shore which harbors her greatest achievement, and this time, she stands beside and not behind Naruto and Sasuke. This time, their clan crests circle each other as equals. Yes, this is how it was always meant to be. Even in the crossfire of war, Sakura cannot help but wish for this moment to last forever.

But when the tides of the war ebb and flow, as they do, she wonders if that feeling of equality were nothing more than her own childish delusions. A belief in grandeur, a meaningless faith in a destiny greater than oneself—was that all her efforts amounted to?

Obito is kneeling before her. Sasuke has been whisked away to some other realm in a different time-space that only Obito can reach. Naruto is off occupying Kaguya, and Sakura has once again been relegated to a supporting role where she cannot do anything on her own. Assisting others, helping others—don’t get her wrong, she’s happy to do these things. But it is so damn frustrating to see her teammates do, on their own, the things that she cannot. 

Sakura swore off self-pity years ago. Still, it manages to stick, like gum on the sole of your shoes, the residue forever there, unable to be washed off. As she’s pouring all her chakra into Obito, she can only pray for a miracle. She had tossed off her tattered combat vest, it falling to the floor as she quickly pushed her sleeves up. She released her mark, letting all the chakra she’d been kneading and storing flood through her. She can feel a prickling electricity travel down her neck down to arms, the mass amount of chakra she’s circulating through her body making her heat up, and if Obito can’t find Sasuke soon, she’s going to burst.

Suddenly, a portal opens, and off in the distance stands Sasuke, facing the opposite direction. She can see him as clear as day, though—she’s been staring at his back all this time, after all. She’d recognize it no matter the distance, because no physical distance can match the mental rift she’s come to realize exists between them. She still loves him, of course. But she can’t deny it any longer.

She yells his name. It falls off her tongue flawlessly because it is second nature. His name was engraved into her from the moment she was born—this was the boy she was always meant to love and always will.

Sasuke turns and begins to run, and it takes every fiber of Sakura’s being to maintain the portal, and she can tell Obito is struggling just as hard. She’s not sure how much longer she can hold out, and she can tell she’s nearing her end when the portal begins spasming, flickering as it tries to close. The portal is growing smaller and smaller as the seconds tick by, and Sasuke is nowhere near. This is it, Sakura thinks. This will take the place of the greatest failure of her life.

Her eyelids flutter as sparks fly from her hands, the heat combusting in her veins as she falls back from Obito, weakly. Her body is collapsing, and she can see the ground growing ever closer, until—

She feels an arm around her and a warm presence she could never mistake. She has barely enough strength to merely shift her gaze to the man who caught her, and she is met in return with the same red wheels of the Sharingan. But this time, there is no spite, no hatred, no vengeance. There is fire, but it is gentle and caressing, and suddenly she realizes there was never a rift between them at all. 

To show one’s back is to show vulnerability. To leave it unguarded symbolizes trust. Sasuke and Naruto have shown her theirs all this time not because they were leaving her behind, but because they knew she would never betray them. It’s so stupid. If that was what they meant, they should’ve just said that. Sakura feels a tear well up in her eye. 

“You’ve got it from here,” she mumbles, giving Sasuke a grin. 

Sasuke allows himself the slightest of smiles. “I made it here thanks to you,” he says.

“Hmph!” she scoffs with pride. “You got that right.”

“Sakura.” Her name sounds so right in Sasuke’s voice. “You did well.”

She feels a blush rise to her cheeks as her consciousness begins to fade. 

“Come back alive,” she says as he sets her down against a rock. “And tell that to stupid Naruto, too.”

Once this was all over, they would be together again. As three, as Team Seven. The way things were always meant to be. And this time, Sakura’s not falling behind.

[jokahlu]

Just a silly idea I got, while listening to Taylor Swift. These two really do get the worst treatment out of a big part of the fandom, it’s not even funny..

[keithisbae1]

⚠️ CW: Angst ⚠️

"What do you have to say for yourself?" A little toddler's voice could be heard along with scattering as she went looking into the boxes for 'evidence'.

"This is a very serious matter, Mr Bunny, you're going to need a loyer."

Mikoto couldn't help but smile at Sarada's mispronunciation while watching her pretending to be a cop. Clearly taking after her father.

"Mikoto," she stiffened at feeling Fugaku's presence.

"We have to tell her." 

"She's just a baby." Her arms instantly wrapped around her body, as if that would somehow fix everything.

"And she's going to be asking questions, especially when they aren't back by Saturday. Sarada deserves to know the truth."

The truth?

About what? 

The fact it was a simple case of wrong place and wrong time.

That an accident occurred and she'll never see her parents again? Would Sarada even understand?

"Grandma, will you be Mr Bunny's loyer? I don't have enough plushies." Sarada's voice broke her thoughts. 

"Of course dear," she gave a fake smile kneeling beside her granddaughter. "Sarada... after this me and your grandfather would like a word." Mikoto's eyes met Fugaku's as if to say

'Just a little longer.'

It won't be easy, but she'll be there for her. They both will. 

[r3dlif3]

People can hate other characters all they want obviously but when sakura stans (mainly on tiktok) hate on karin of all people its so weird to me because both of their characters are obsessed with sasuke its just that karins reason makes far more sense in the story than sakuras. Karin is in love with Sasuke because he's the first man to show genuine compassion and kindness towards her something she never got beforehand because of how she was used for her chakra bite ability.

Sasuke does use the ability himself but Karin willingly lets him instead of her being forced to do so because of how she cares for him and loves him. But with Sakura I cant think of a genuine reason for why Sakura loves Sasuke except for their minimual amount of time a in team 7, where Sasuke cared for her and naruto as his closest friends and teamates, and how every girl in their class also liked him. At the start of shippuden it's even hinted that she now likes naruto in a romantic sense and not sasuke and she just wants to bring him back; becoming stronger so she's not seen as a burden or a damsel in distress whilst they're focused on retrieving sasuke back to konoha

I love both of these characters but when you claim a character whos story is a metaphor for sa/rape has attempted to sa another character it's so disgusting. Karin acknowledges that Sasuke doesn't love her near the end and is fine with it so i have no idea where this constant hatred for her comes from except for maybe her being a 'love rival' for sakura and even then sasusaku stans got their ideal ending of them being married so thats a really dumb reason.

karin and sakura should of just made out in the last movie to end this argument tbh because it's still going on years later

[madlena]

Hades!Sasuke/Kore!Sakura from ff Quietus chapter 18

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7449361/1/Quietus

@scribe-of-elysium - Autor FF

[narutosway]

Yeah no just be sticking with the manga

Since also founding out they cut around several scenes but that's how SP is with these two so not too surprised just

[thelatina367]

Ur Best Friend

Sakura was in the shower, scrubbing her skin with a red loofah. She felt dirty. After months of avoiding sex with her long time boyfriend, Naruto, she finally gave in. It wasn't awful, in fact he even brought her to her climax which is something he often wasn't able to do. However, when Sakura came to her peak, she nearly called out another man's name. Sasuke's name.

See, while Sasuke was gone, Sakura had grown to love Naruto. His dedication to becoming stronger, becoming Hokage, and bringing back Sasuke, made her see him in a different light. She had stopped seeing him as an annoying little kid and instead, saw someone that was strong and confident, someone she could be happy with. For years she was happy, content. But then Sasuke came back and Sakura's world flipped upside down.

After being in a happy relationship with Naruto for two years, Sasuke made his return to Konoha. Everyone was shocked that he had actually come back and many were weary of him. Even Sakura was nervous at first. Sasuke had tried to kill her before and she couldn't just erase that traumatic experience from her mind, no matter how happy she was about his return. Naruto was honestly the only person in the village that was completely enthused with his best friend's homecoming.

Weeks after his return, Sakura had avoided Sasuke as best she could. Of course, Naruto wanted to get the original Team 7 back together as often as possible. At the time, Sakura could never say no to him, not after everything he's done for her.

So Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke had made a habit of seeing each other quite frequently. Naruto always did most of the talking, he could sense the tension between Sakura and Sasuke. He hoped that the more time they spent together, the easier it would be for all of them to be friends again. Naruto knew that Sakura still had animosity and fear towards Sasuke and he couldn't blame her, but he knew that Sasuke did everything to try to break their bonds with him. In some fucked up way, he did it because he cared about them.

[allmyfuckingobsessions]

THAT NIGHT

Sakura was angry, her rejection drove her to anger. She was angry with herself for believing the stupid words of others and for believing that he could desire her. The signs were there that he hated her... she didn't understand why she would believe otherwise. She was extremely angry with herself. But with Sasuke there was a mixture of anger and contempt. Maybe the feeling is mutual now, Sakura thought.

[meowmada]

Sasukes taste in women>>>

[sentimental-idiot25]

Chapter three is out!!

[keii]

Every time I see new manga panels of Sasuke and Sakura's relationship, I feel more and more compelled to go back and reread Naruto in its entirety to see if their relationship, at any given point, makes any sense from the beginning to the current chapters in Boruto because no matter how many good ass fanart I see of them... it's so hard for me to register them as an actual married couple with a child LMAO Their dynamic just seems so boring what do they even talk about-- what do they even do. And don't get me wrong... It's nice seeing what Sasuke would be like in a relationship, but damn it's so... bland...

[airs-headspace]

Did ya'll know that I had a Dabi x Abiteth story that was the Enemies to Lovers trope but I hated it so much I changed it to Friends to Lovers to Friends to Strangers to Friends to Lovers?

Yeah.

(The worst part is, is that the story kind of doesn't WORK if it's that trope but I am TRYING LMAO)