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❝screw being perfect. how about you just be you, alright?❞
Born with a disorder that prevents her body from creating the right amount of what it should, Sakura Ken hasn't had the easiest of lives. When she's taken in by the Sohma family, family friends of her late parents, she's quick to learn that she's not the only strange person in the world.
Sakura smiles and watches as Kagura drags Kyo around, laughing wildly. They're so carefree despite the Curses ruthlessly placed upon them, and Sakura wishes that she could be the same as them. Yuki, on the other hand, is sitting under a tree, away from everyone, a tormented expression on his face that tells me exactly what Sakura doesn't want to know - that Akito has been maliciously tormenting the young boy yet again. If she really had any power over the head of the Sohma Family, Sakura would be in that room with Akito, trying to convince her not to hurt him anymore, but, unfortunately, Sakura doesn't have such power.
"Gure-san, Tori-san is being mean to me again," Ayame complains behind Sakura, making her look over her shoulder to see the familiar trio making their way towards the younger girl.
Hatori sighs in exasperation and shakes his head. "Now you're being ridiculous, Ayame. I simply told you to leave the poor boy alone."
"Haa-san is cruel," Shigure bawls comically as Ayame latches onto the dark haired man. "A-ya, you weren't doing anything wrong."
"Ah, Sakura, there you are." Hatori stands beside Sakura and looks down, purple eyes smiling. "I was wondering where you ran off to after these idiots decided to do what they do best."
Sakura smiles and shakes her head, jolting when Ayame and Shigure sit down next to her, the former draped over the latter. "You don't have to worry so much about me, Tori. Not today anyway. I don't feel like running off and getting myself into trouble right now."
"I'm sure you don't. A sixteen-year-old girl like you not wanting to get into trouble?"
"So little faith in our dear Sakura, Tori-san," Ayame complains, tears in his gold eyes as he hugs Sakura tightly. "She's not like the rest of us Sohma's, you know."
Shigure grins and slings his arm around Sakura's shoulders, grey eyes delighted. "No, our Sakura is smarter than that, aren't you?"
Hatori sighs again and sits down, staring up at the sky. "You two are a pain in the ass."
Sakura hums in agreement and bumps her shoulder against his. "They may be, but you wouldn't want them any other way, would you?"
