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I had a request for this one but i erased it by accident im so sorry 😭😭😭

Homecoming

You are a civilian married to a Konoha ninja.

Short writing

Tags: fluff

You still remembered the first time you saw him.

It was a crowded day at the tea house you had been working at that time, it had been raining so everyone was trying to warm up with a cup of tea. You saw a lot of ninjas on the daily, your village was not afar from the hidden leaf one, yet, when that dark haired man crossed the door there had been something...diferent.

Sure he was handsome, but a lot of ninjas where, it was something else, probably the fact he choose that seat nobody else did because it was closer to the cold air that went inside due to the badly attached back door, and the light was dim there due to a broken light bulb.

You remembered when you got closer to take his order, and his eyes looked at yours for a second, those black eyes, that to someone less observant they seemed to have nothing special but you knew they had a ceirtan...something.

You saw those eyes many times after that, he traveled a lot, more than other ninjas. He did it alone, that was something else that had always caught your attention, ninjas usually worked in teams, or if they where trackers with their dogs.

He was quiet, which didn't helped to ease your curiosity about that dark eyed stranger, he always ordered the same, black tea, never with sweet pastries, but he sometimes sat outside to eat even with the autumn cold.

Soon, your curiosity began rise with each visit, you knew he was from konoha due to the path he took, but the rest was kept as a mystery. You tried to talk to him but all you got where grunts that where supposed to be 'yes' or 'no', or maybe a 'leave me alone' it was hard to tell.

It wasn't until spring came that you finally got an answer.

And after that, oh, how many springs and autumn's you had heard his voice, not as a stranger anymore, he had a name now.

Sasuke.

Seasons passed, conversations and stolen kisses under the moonlight that still made you smile softly yet the story too long to remember completely every day. So many things had happened that one couldn't tell if it had been an eternity since he walked into the tea house.

He still traveled, and you still received him with a cup of tea, just now in your own bakery, and a barely perceptible smile on his face because he knew, no matter what happened he had a constant, a place to return to and hide under the blankets for a while with his wife.

And you couldn't be more happy to tell him everytime.