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“Hey, dad—Kakashi. When is our next mission?”

This was the second time that week. Kakashi suspected it was because the anniversary of the Uchiha massacre was nearing, so Sasuke must have been thinking about his family more than usual. If it were anyone else besides maybe Naruto, Kakashi would’ve been insufferable, would’ve made a joke, would’ve never let them forget, but he was fond of Sasuke and let it slide. He knew what it was like to miss a father and he knew what it was like to find something like one in a sensei.

“In a few days. We’ll just keep training until then, alright?” Sasuke was always fidgety without anything to do, even training seemed dull compared to the excitement of a mission. But it was out of his control, so he simply nodded and continued working through various jutsu.

Naruto was off training in his own corner, but Sakura approached Sasuke from behind and asked hopefully, “Sasuke-kun why don’t we take a break? We could go get some tea?”

He didn’t even turn away from the training post, “there’s no time for that. You should be training too.”

Sakura deflated before muttering about how training is pointless unless supplemented by the proper amount of rest and nutrition. Despite her words, her expression was one of longing as she watched Sasuke continue training. Kakashi sighed. He also knew what it looked like when a girl was in love.   

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“What are you thinking about?” Sasuke nudged Sakura as they sat in the grassy training ground, breathing heavily after sparring. Her eyes were unfocused as she looked up to the night sky.

“You.”

His wife, ever the flirt. He thought she had grown out of her genin habit of flirting with him, but it only got worse once they actually got married. Now, she knew he loved her even when she was being annoying, so her confidence levels when flirting with him were off the charts.

He rolled his eyes, but chose to say nothing. She started to laugh, “I’m serious. Remember when we used to train with Kakashi here? You never let me spar with you, but it’s not like that anymore.”

“No,” he agreed softly, “things have changed.” The gentle breeze rustling Konoha’s leaves hadn’t changed, the stars in the inky sky hadn’t changed, but the two shinobi in the training ground had changed substantially since their genin days. Beyond just training together, they ate together, slept together, lived together. Married couples tended to do things like that.  

A shooting star went by, but Sakura didn’t hold her breath and make a wish like she used to as a young girl. She didn’t need to wish for anything anymore when Sasuke was right beside her.

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Her senses are slowly coming back to her, as the images of the previous night start to pop in her head, and it’s as if she can feel his hand all over her body once more. The pressure of his fingertips on her hips, his hot breath against the shell of her ear, the muscles of his back hardening under her hands with every, pleasant thrust. It’s even embarrassing to remember everything so vividly, and she feels her cheeks warming up a bit. Not a single one of her puerile fantasies could have prepared her for the reality of what is like to be married and in love to Uchiha Sasuke, as she is constantly learning new meanings for that every day.

It’s a wild adventure, for sure. Walking around the world, meeting new places, helping people, sleeping under the stars… It’s all very charming and exotic, and for newlyweds, well, it’s more than enough for them to be happy.

As sleep starts to fade from her body, her hands invade the other side of the bed, as in an automatic reflex to reach for her husband. Not surprisingly, though, her fingers grasp at nothing but the soft material of the sheets beneath her, and she already knows it’s not as early as she had originally thought.

Of course, he’s already up, she thinks, a sly smile decorating her lips. Not even after a whole day of tiring work can that man lie in for a little longer. He has always been an early riser— even during their younger days—, and even if she hated to wake up alone, at first, Sakura has now learned to enjoy the perks of not being the first to welcome a new day. He’s the one in charge of opening the windows, receiving the eventual letters from Konoha, and of course, preparing them something nice to eat…That’s certainly the best part of the day for her, and it’s all thanks to her husband’s hidden, domestic skills.

Oh, yes. If anything, Sasuke makes an excellent coffee in the morning. It’s strong, bitter and has a touch of cinnamon that feels like a warm and soft good-morning-kiss all over her body. Over the years, as a medic with a hectic schedule, Sakura has grown to depend on her daily doses of caffeine, to the point where she barely minds the taste anymore. Back in Konoha, she used to prepare enough just for herself every morning, leaving behind a single, dirty mug she would have to clean later. She would also get herself a couple of cups at the hospital cafeteria during her breaks, but now that they’re married and traveling together, well, he’s the one who brews it for both of them. 

Now they prepare enough for 2 people and leave behind two, dirty cups instead of one. It wasn’t so hard to get used to that, and the fact that his coffee is simply delicious only adds up to the countless reasons why she loves him.

It doesn’t take much before that delightful aroma invades her nostrils, and she can already feel her caffeine addiction demanding for her daily dose. Lazily, then, she finally opens her eyes, their green color contrasting with the pink of her messy hair and the wooden furniture of the cottage they’ve been sleeping in since their arrival at the Hidden Grass. The music from the forest outside brings peace to her heart, and the sun light that enters through the windows kisses the mahogany floor, slowly warming up the cold, autumn day.

It’s gonna be a beautiful day, she knows.

And with one, last smile, the pinkette finally decides to leave the comfort of that bed. 

She sits up, then, slowly moving her neck and feeling her short hair brushing the soft skin of her face. Her lips part to release a trapped yawn, and as she stretches her muscles, she can feel her bare body waking up all its senses. Sakura is fully up now, her feet walking around the room as she’s looking for some clothes to cover herself.

Both their ninja attires are still laying forgotten on the floor, and luckily, the first thing she finds is her underwear. Quickly, she finds a black sports bra near the bed’s foot, and after she gives up on trying to find her shirt— because who knows where the hell he tossed it last night—, Sakura opens her backpack to grab one of his old, black T-shirts he used to wear when they were genin. She puts it on, the hem falling just above her mid-thigh, and after running her fingers through her hair, her eyes catch her own reflection at the mirror that rests near the door. 

She really looks like a child dressed like that, she thinks, a smile on her lips. Whenever she wears his old clothes, Sakura can’t help but be enveloped by an innocent and youthful feeling. They’ve come a long way since he last wore that shirt, and it’s inevitable for the memories of their adventures to pop up in her head. Good things, bad things, just things…A lot has happened in the past couple of years, and if anything, the seal that decorates her large forehead is enough to show her how much she’s grown.

She is a powerful ninja now. She’s confident about herself, she’s seen many new places, and she’s married the love of her life. 

Sakura’s certainly blossomed into a beautiful woman. A small woman who wears her husband's old and comfortable clothes, sure, but a woman who’s living her dreams, nonetheless.

Her feet are now dragging her out of the room and towards the common area. For it’s a small cabin, it doesn’t take long before her eyes find him, and she feels her cheeks warming up in pure bliss. As expected, Sasuke is brewing some coffee for them, focused as he handles the boiling water. His mismatched eyes are serene and free from any hatred— like they have been for a while now—, and she can’t help but enjoy that view.

Uchiha Sasuke, one of the most powerful ninjas in the entire world, is using all of his skills just to make some coffee. He’s wearing his dark sweatpants and plain, white t-shirt; and his jet-black hair is softly falling forward to brush his cheeks. His sharp, angular chin makes his face look more mature, and she can’t help but remember how it feels to trace it with the tips of her fingers. He’s strong, handsome, and during their most intimate moments, he shows her he can be very, very—

“How long are you planning on just standing there and staring at me, Sakura?"

“Eh!?” His voice brings her back to reality, and she feels a bit embarrassed to have been caught like that, almost eating him alive with her eyes. Years ago, she would’ve probably fainted due to extreme embarrassment, but now, after spending so many moments together, she has learned how to let loose more around him and turn her silly embarrassment into something more.

"It’s starting to get creepy.”

“Creepy!? Shannarou…” She says, pretending to be offended as she walks towards him. “Can’t I just look at you for no reason? That’s what married people do, right? Unless you’re feeling intimidated, of course. If that’s the case, I can certainly stop.”

“Hn, as if.” He starts, a smirk lifting the corner of his lips. He’s adding a touch of cinnamon to the coffee, and the smells gets even better as it spreads around the room. “Stare as much as you want, then."

“I certainly will.” 

“Tch.” He scoffs, only now sparing her a glance. “Of all the shirts you could have packed, you steal one of mine.”

“It’s not my fault if your old shirts are very comfortable and warm.” She starts, her face ridden of any expression. “Besides, if not for me, you would’ve thrown them away. I doubt it will fit you anymore.”

“Probably not...But just imagine the amount of sweat and dirt I was never able to wash from this.”

“Ugh, you’re disgusting, Sasuke-kun. Next time, then, I’ll ask Naruto for one of his old clothes.” She smiles teasingly when she says that, and he shakes his head in disbelief at her silly answer. Even if they both know this is just a joke, Sakura can’t help but to provoke her husband’s silly and jealous side.

Silently, then, the pinkette notices that he’s almost finished, and immediately, she picks up two mugs from the counter and places them next to him. Their eyes meet briefly as he looks left, nodding as to acknowledge and thank her for her small help, and carefully, he pours some of the hot beverage for them. They set it aside so it can cool off a bit, and she can’t help but feel a bit cheerful as she sees the steam dancing over the rim of the ceramic mug. 

“You know…” Sakura starts again, plopping herself over the counter so their eyes are almost on the same level. Her legs dangle from the edge, and she notices when he takes a step closer when he adjusts his body to face her. “I just love the smell of your coffee. It’s always so strong.”

“Well, it has to be, or else it won’t wake you up.”

She smiles at his comment, carefully placing her hand on the warm mug to see if it’s already safe to drink. "You have a very good point there, Sasuke-kun.”

“Won't you even try to deny it this time?” He lifts an eyebrow at her, as he holds his own mug in his hand and starts to blow on it. 

“Nope.” She giggles, finally picking up her own coffee and taking a sip. The liquid travels down her throat, warming up her insides and sending her jolts of happiness as it touches her taste buds. Chills run down her spine in pure pleasure, and she has to hold back the urge to let out a not-so-innocent moan. “Since I’m not really working under the hospital schedule right now, I don’t have to wake up that early anymore.”

“Tch, you say that as if you even sleep back home.” He smirks, taking a sip of his own coffee and she doesn’t miss the sensation of his left leg softly brushing hers.

“You woke up quite the funny guy today, huh, Sasuke-kun. Must have been a good night, right?” She teases, a knowing smirk hidden behind the mug that covers part of her face.

“Aa. You can say so…”

“Right…” She nods, taking another sip of her coffee. It always makes her happy to see him in a good mood, and personally, she feels proud of herself for that. "Well, as I was saying before you interrupted me, I don't have to wake up that early anymore, so I can wait for my dear husband to make me some of his delicious coffee.”

“I think I’m spoiling you too much.”

“Yeah…” She closes her eyes for a moment just before opening her left one to look at him. "Especially when you ask me to sleep in the woods with all those mosquitos and without hot water for weeks.”

“Hn.” He smirks. "Some people call it romantic.”

“Well, some people are insane.”

A soft smile is now gracing her lips as she takes yet another sip from her mug. In between all that peaceful teasing, a comfortable silence envelops them as they’re left to enjoy the moment. They’re all alone in a cottage in the middle of the woods, they’re young and they’re both just worried about how to properly appreciate a nice cup of coffee. Living in the woods has its perks, as they’ve learned, and even if Ino would probably call them old for doing that, well, Sakura couldn’t care less.

They have all the time in the world. They can drink their coffee alone, talk about nothing, read a book next to each other, take a walk in the middle of the night, make love under the moonlight…The options just seem endless when she stops to think about them. 

They’re living a life away from everything and everyone that connects them to their chaotic routines back in Konoha; and even if she misses her family and friends a lot, Sakura is still not ready to go home. She’s still not ready to leave their own, private infinity.

After a while, the coffee in her mug runs out and she lets out a deep and excited sigh. She places the mug on the counter next to her right leg, and her pretty, green eyes are once more set on him. There’s a silly smile on her lips, and she doesn’t know if it’s because of the warm coffee or because of the happiness taking over her insides, but she can feel her cheeks getting warmer. “You know, Sasuke-kun.” She starts, licking her lower lip. “I’m still waiting for you to wish me a good morning.”

“Wasn’t the coffee enough already?” He says, placing his mug on the counter away from her.

“Almost.” She giggles, taking his hand in hers and softly pulling him a bit closer.

“Hn, you really are becoming a spoiled and annoying woman, Sakura.”

“Well…You’re the one to blame for that.”

“I probably am.”

“So…” She says, almost humming, carefully playing with his fingers.

“Tch.” 

He scoffs, eventually giving in as his eyes meet her emerald ones. Sakura realizes he’s about to do what she wanted him to, and charmingly, she closes her eyes and starts to lean in. Her lips are slowly perked as she waits for his to meet her half-way, and it’s as if she can already feel their warmth pressed against her delicate skin.

She’s waiting for him to kiss her good-morning. She’s waiting for her husband to give in to one of the most common gestures between lovers in the world, and she truly believes that, this time, she’s gonna make it.

Sasuke is going to kiss her good-morning. He has to.

But when she doesn’t feel his lips against hers after at least 30 seconds, the pinkette knows there’s something off.

“Oi!” She starts, eyes still closed as she holds a certain hope. “Aren't you going to— Ouch!”

And so, in the middle of her ranting, she suddenly feels the pressure of his fingers against the center of her forehead. He did it with enough strength to slightly push her backwards, and she knows there’s a red mark decorating her skin on the spot he flickered his finger.

Of course, getting a kiss from her husband wouldn’t be so easy. He is Uchiha Sasuke, after all.

“You jerk!” She says, watching as he smirks at her, his hand now resting on his hip. “Would it have killed it you to be romantic for once?”

“And spoil you even more? Not gonna happen.”

“Tch.” She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. There’s a pout taking over her lips, and if anything, Sakura does look like a spoiled, little girl right now. “It was only a kiss…”

“Hn. Stop being a child, will you?” He turns around, then, as he starts walking towards the hallway. "I’m taking a shower now. You can go as soon as you’re done with the dishes.”

“You're the worst, Uchiha Sasuke.” She says, knowing very well she doesn’t mean that at all. Her insides start to feel warm all over again for she clearly doesn't miss the invitation behind his words.

Her husband really is something, she thinks, trapping her lower lip between her teeth. Emerald eyes are still on him as he’s walking away, and eventually, they can’t help but travel down until they stop at his firm and round—

“And quit staring at me.” His words make her smirk, and somehow, they also make her happy to know her husband knows her that well. He can be an ass sometimes and his intentional lack of timing for a couple of things might drive her a little mad, but, well…His coffee is just too good to lose.

“Tch. Leave me alone, will you?” She smiles brightly, her eyes beaming in pure happiness.

“Good Morning to you, too, Sakura.”

fin.

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A/N: me on twt: omg imagine team 7 calling kakashi dad on accident :( My brain: ok but make it sasusaku Title is inspired by dreamcatcher’s song over the sky because i couldnt think of anything lol stan dreamcatcher

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“Hey, dad—Kakashi. When is our next mission?”

This was the second time that week. Kakashi suspected it was because the anniversary of the Uchiha massacre was nearing, so Sasuke must have been thinking about his family more than usual. If it were anyone else besides maybe Naruto, Kakashi would’ve been insufferable, would’ve made a joke, would’ve never let them forget, but he was fond of Sasuke and let it slide. He knew what it was like to miss a father and he knew what it was like to find something like one in a sensei.

“In a few days. We’ll just keep training until then, alright?” Sasuke was always fidgety without anything to do, even training seemed dull compared to the excitement of a mission. But it was out of his control, so he simply nodded and continued working through various jutsu.

Naruto was off training in his own corner, but Sakura approached Sasuke from behind and asked hopefully, “Sasuke-kun why don’t we take a break? We could go get some tea?”

He didn’t even turn away from the training post, “there’s no time for that. You should be training too.”

Sakura deflated before muttering about how training is pointless unless supplemented by the proper amount of rest and nutrition. Despite her words, her expression was one of longing as she watched Sasuke continue training. Kakashi sighed. He also knew what it looked like when a girl was in love.    

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“What are you thinking about?” Sasuke nudged Sakura as they sat in the grassy training ground, breathing heavily after sparring. Her eyes were unfocused as she looked up to the night sky.

“You.”

His wife, ever the flirt. He thought she had grown out of her genin habit of flirting with him, but it only got worse once they actually got married. Now, she knew he loved her even when she was being annoying, so her confidence levels when flirting with him were off the charts.

He rolled his eyes, but chose to say nothing. She started to laugh, “I’m serious. Remember when we used to train with Kakashi here? You never let me spar with you, but it’s not like that anymore.”

“No,” he agreed softly, “things have changed.” The gentle breeze rustling Konoha’s leaves hadn’t changed, the stars in the inky sky hadn’t changed, but the two shinobi in the training ground had changed substantially since their genin days. Beyond just training together, they ate together, slept together, lived together. Married couples tended to do things like that.  

A shooting star went by, but Sakura didn’t hold her breath and make a wish like she used to as a young girl. She didn’t need to wish for anything anymore when Sasuke was right beside her.

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