Synopsis: He still has to be chased, even when he is right next to her.
Content Warning: Ā Rated T for language.
Notes: I have a big fat fucking art block again so here I am, writing some travelling SS headcanons down. Iāve been listening to a lot of Jessie Ware while I was writing this so get ready for a lot of relationship-related shenanigans. *wiggles around*
āI love you,ā she says, out of the blue.
Her words catch him off guard and he freezes, unsure if heād heard right.
Theyād been standing together and surveying the vast expanse of sand that stretched out for miles beneath their feet. The stars that guided their way through the desert twinkled good-naturedly above them. The wind had picked up at that very moment, temporarily soothing the skin of his heated face.
He turns his head to look at her. Light green eyes, full of sincerity and a little of what he thinks is hope, steadily meet his gaze. There was no trace of irony, no hint of a smirk playing on her lips, no playful revising of her words in the seconds that followed. The way she said it was like how one would state what the weather was like today or if a particular meal had agreed with them or not- a simple fact.
It is a part of Sakura that he would never be able to understand. To her, this sentiment was a constant in her life, fixed to her (by perhaps some unknown entity with a twisted sense of humor) like the sun and moon were to day and night. To him, it was an unnatural, illogical, and most of all, terrifying variable.
Finding it difficult to look at her anymore, he turns his attention back to the distant horizon and tries to distract himself with other thoughts. He knows he should be grateful but in a way it irritates him to see that she thinks he is like some lovesick puppy, always wanting this constant, blatant reaffirmation of her love for him.
But what he hates, what he absolutely despises, is the fact that deep down he knows it to be true.
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