[ Sakura is convinced he likely isn't awake yet, that she'll be intruding and inconveniencing him. but she had already told Naruto, and-
and she hadn't really spoken at length to Sasuke after everything that happened. wishes she had made more time to, the way she made time for Naruto. but part of her will always wonder if she's still just in the background to him, no matter how many times she tries to prove herself worthy of whatever it is they share between the three of them.
spending as much time as she did watching the backs of her teammates, Sakura has been able to prove herself time and time again to her friends of her strength and determination. but Sasuke has been gone in their world, and she hasn't had the same chances in Death City to show that she's changed. that she isn't the girl who cries at the drop of a hat, that she can stand on her own two feet, that she can stand shoulder-to-shoulder with them, the way she always wished she could. she wants Sasuke to see her, to really see her, and wonders that maybe she hasn't proven herself to him yet.
then again, Sasuke hasn't exactly ever been the most communicative person.
she sighs, shoulders slumping as she deflates a little.
her knock is soft, hesitant. a hope that he'll hear it if he's awake, and that if he isn't, it won't be loud enough to make him stir.
action ↻ august 21st
and she hadn't really spoken at length to Sasuke after everything that happened. wishes she had made more time to, the way she made time for Naruto. but part of her will always wonder if she's still just in the background to him, no matter how many times she tries to prove herself worthy of whatever it is they share between the three of them.
spending as much time as she did watching the backs of her teammates, Sakura has been able to prove herself time and time again to her friends of her strength and determination. but Sasuke has been gone in their world, and she hasn't had the same chances in Death City to show that she's changed. that she isn't the girl who cries at the drop of a hat, that she can stand on her own two feet, that she can stand shoulder-to-shoulder with them, the way she always wished she could. she wants Sasuke to see her, to really see her, and wonders that maybe she hasn't proven herself to him yet.
then again, Sasuke hasn't exactly ever been the most communicative person.
she sighs, shoulders slumping as she deflates a little.
her knock is soft, hesitant. a hope that he'll hear it if he's awake, and that if he isn't, it won't be loud enough to make him stir.
still, she waits, patient. ]