UA's Anbu

Chapter One; Love of my Life

Hinata and Sakura have been friends for a really long time. In this world, they've been friends for... seven years? If you count their old lives, it's well past thirty. The two of them became, well, practically sisters when they found each other in this life. They've done everything together, school, clubs, extra classes. Hell, when Sakura told Hinata about signing up for self defense classes, she got in on it as soon as possible too.

Technically she didn't need it, her quirk is suited to any type of force, but they've stuck by each other for everything else. Somehow, it's never felt overbearing. That's why Sakura's with her now, two hours ahead of schedule in exercise clothes. The school's gates aren't open yet, they won't be until half an hour before the entrance assembly is supposed to start.

The two take their time to stretch, putting their hair up and picking out their favorite running playlist. The would have set out soon after if it weren't for a sharp —familiar— whine.

"Temeeeee! Why do you want to be here so early?! We could have warmed up at your house or something," came a deep pitched fit.

Sakura and Hinata froze, both being reminded way too much of a certain blonde idiot. They turned to each other almost hopefully.

"Be quiet, idiot. This is a residential area," came a sharp reply.

"There's no way," Sakura said incredulously.

A wet raspberry echoed not too far from them. If Hinata strained her ears, she could hear footsteps.

"You're no fun, why do you always have a stick up your ass?"

"I swear to god I'll set your ugly ass sweater into flames, you insufrible moran."

Hinata and Sakura stared at each other for a solid minute, the footsteps getting louder as the duo approached.

"Ten bucks says it's them," Hinata deadpanned.

"Deal. There's just no way," Sakura said, taking her wallet out from her backpack and slipping it into the pocket of her sleeveless sweatshirt.

"Leave my clothes out of this, just because I don't wear black all year long doesn't mean- hey is that Sakura-chan?"

Hinata gave a watery smile as her head whipped to Sakura.

"Pay up," she said excitedly.

"Damn, fine," Sakura cursed quietly, slipping the bill to her best friend.

"What are you- holy shit. That's my wife. That's your wife. Holy fucking shit, I told you I had a feeling we should have come early," Sasuke hissed, black eyes searching Sakura's face.

The two stared at each other, blissfully ignoring the way Hinata and Naruto burst into tears and ran into each other's arms like a cheesy romance flick. Sasuke and Sakura ignored the sudden displays of PDA too.

"Are you okay?" Sasuke asked awkwardly.

Sakura's eyes softened, a small smile relaxing her tense jaw.

"I am. I missed you," she said quietly.

Sasuke finally walked over, too lanky in a way that indicated growth. He was silent as the two of them hugged, the sounds of Hinata and Naruto's sad laughing drowning out the rest of the world. Sasuke pressed his face against Sakura's hair. He felt... as if he'd just come home.

Sakura relaxed into his vice-like grip, arms coming under him to grip at his shoulders. He smiled softly. He felt safe. Sasuke allowed his shoulders to drop and his jaw to stop clenching. He was vaguely aware of his best friend's sniffles (and they were Naruto's, definitely) as he breathed in deeply.