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Finding a reason or a logic to how he ended up pushing Sai atop his bed and pressing his crotch to his happens to be a futil effort in the moment. Shino believes he might have started it, however. Sai has been the friend he's been needing for so long, Shino truly feels like they can understand each other, form a proper connection and... Consequently, an attraction. Whatever conversation they were having beforehand started to fade as his blood migrated south to cause a permanent switch in the nature of their relationship.

Forehead pressed to Sai's neck, damp with sweat, Shino's breath stutter with every roll of his hips. headband and green coat discarded, nothing else, he's feeling hot but can't bring himself to take anymore layers off. Not with Sai's legs wrapped so snuggly around his hips. His only frustration would be the fact that his erection goes down the side of his boxer's leg inside his loose pants, making rubbing it against Sai's hot bulge a little trickier. Tricky but not impossible, thus he follows a rhythm in tandem with his friend's hips, grunts and quiet moans leaving his throat.

The 'yes or no' style was entirely on purpose, because it's always a bit frustrating to deal with a 'maybe'. He likes being able to plan things right away.

Fateful was what one could call the clash of shinobi on that bridge, and, for a window, a moment of aligning stars and benevolent cosmos, Haku's innermost wish was granted. Two paths, walking side by side, near, nearing, but never touching until now. A flash of lightning, a pierced chest, and finally, it was clear. Even in this cruel, rabid world, love could yet exist. Love they both were deprived of, love that they would lay down their lives for. 

It was a love that fueled Haku to meticulously tie bedsheet after sheet together to drape outside the window of his hospital room to evade any staff that would not permit him to leave in his fragile state. But the moment Haku had regained control of his formerly comatose body, he was single-minded in his purpose; reunite. It might have been more to Konoha's interest to have lied about Zabuza, led him to believe the man he saw as a father had perished. But they were softhearted. It seemed they hoped by telling him that Zabuza had willingly surrendered in exchange for Haku's care, that it would better control him as well.

It was sweet, but misled. If Zabuza was alive, Haiku would see him. 

It was in this way that Haku found himself in his current predicament. There was perhaps wisdom in the poor medical staff's insistence that Haku remain resting. About half-way down the multi-storied hospital, Haku sat on an awning knees pulled to his chest, exhausted. Climbing back up and trying another day was an unsurmountable task, as was clambering the rest of the way down and risking an unceremonious splat. With an impatient, resigned sigh, Haku rested his chin on his knees and watched the bustle of the citizens of Konoha. Is this how a village functioned? Some people going that way with lumber, others casually strolling and chatting amongst each other? Kids ran freely, squealing from their antics as they weaved in and out of others with an occasional scornful look. 

Then, Haku made unwitting eye contact with a child holding their mother's hand who pointed up at him, eyes wide. With a little laugh, he waved. 

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Inojin wasn't even really sure what had been the breaking point for him. No, it wasn't a singular event, but rather the culmination of numerous stressors that had gotten too overwhelming for the boy. He had assumed that he had made it into his room without drawing any attention from either of his parents - although he realized that likely wasn't the case since his dad was now on the other side of the door.

While a part of him was tempted to ignore his dad and continue to try to deal with the overwhelming stress himself, he knew that wasn't practical. Plus, that'd only make his dad worry about him more.

A black and white winter passerine bird perches at Sakura's window, chirping and pecking at the glass.

After having stayed in the hospital late, it's way too early for this. Sakura glares at the bird as it wakes her up, but after a moment, she realizes that it's odd it's just pecking the glass.

ㅤThe irony that he, he of all people, gets accused by a former member of ROOT, a former member of ROOT of all people, of resorting to poison. Sugaru must be rolling in his grave; good, as he should, may he never find any semblance of peaceful rest. Either way, given the poor boy's current state, Itachi knows better than to try to reason with him. If he thinks it's poison, let him. It can be discussed later.

ㅤ"It's all right," the voice is tranquil, borderline a monotone, devoid of emotion - but not unkind, as he kneels on the ground by the younger one's side, "This will pass and you will be all right. Focus on my voice and follow my breaths."

yeah, sure. she'd pretend that was the result of the heat as if she hadn't seen it firsthand since birth. the guy was already pale like the moon but now he looked more like a ghost, shaking like a leaf in the wind. ❛ nothing? doesn't look like it. ❜ temari snapped because she wasn't dumb, she knew what a panic attack looked like. her hands went to his shoulders to attempt to hold them together, and with a little strength she pushed the ninja towards an empty alleyway where the sun didn't hit them.