𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

Chapter XXVII - sakurabon (𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙍𝙔 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙎𝙊𝙈 𝙁𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙑𝘼𝙇)

very long chappie ahead, enjoy!!!

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She splashed cold water on her face, staring at the fogged-up mirror in excitement. Today was the day-- the day of the Cherry Blossom Festival.

Sakura had made sure that she'd gotten more than enough sleep the past week, and even though she had constantly denied Sasuke's offers for her to take antibiotics, - she was extremely against depending on medicine to relieve a headache or a parched throat - she felt amazing today.  Maybe it was because she was a number older, or maybe it was simply because she'd been resting and taking fluids, but she really didn't care. She wasn't sick, and she wasn't going to mess up the entire festival because of a cold.

But either way, it wasn't only Hanami day that had her in good spirits, it was also the fact that it was her birthday.

She was eighteen now- a legal adult. Which meant she could do so many things that she couldn't do the day before. Although she was excited, she was more focused on the fact that she had to get ready.

Even though it was six in the morning.

They were all leaving together at 10:30, and that gave her nearly four hours to get ready. All she needed to do was put on her kimono, apply some light makeup, and fix her hair. Which would probably take her less than an hour.

Why was she being so hyperactive, you ask?

Oh, it may have been the two cups of coffee with excessive sugar that she'd taken fifteen minutes prior.

She decided that she had enough time to relax before she left, and she didn't want to ruffle her kimono by wearing it longer than she needed to. She changed out of her towel and into an oversized sweater with thigh-high shorts. She pulled her hair into a messy bun and scooted out of her room.

Sasuke was still sleeping.

She ignored this fact, and plopped down onto their couch, snatching up the dark-blue blanket that she'd been wearing over her shoulders for most of the week. Under it, was--

She was on top of him in a-- er, a very inappropriate way.

--his kimono sash.

"g-gomen--"

Sakura was reminded of the feel of his chest under hers, and the feel of her body atop his, and the feel of his legs around her small body, of--

She clenched her jaw.

She'd forgotten completely about the incident in the dressing room, where she'd been shoved down onto the Uchiha, who had looked just as dumbfounded as she had been with their position. He hadn't spoken of it at all, or used it to tease her as he had been doing so with so many other things the past week.

She was reminded of how he'd seen her bare skin, how he had full access to the sights of her toned abdomen. He hadn't seen much, at all, and that must have been why it slipped her mind. So why was she so flustered about it now?

She brushed off the thought, and instead, thought of how odd it was that they had become like ignorant friends over the past week. - It felt like a good idea to get rid of the weird thoughts of the Uchiha with better thoughts of him. - She figured that if she hadn't been sick the past week, they would have been just the same as they had been the weeks before.

Sakura scrolled through Sasuke's laptop, which she had now memorized the password for. She'd seen him type it in so many times that it was hard not to. And no, she didn't tell him.