she leaves her card alongside a bottle of the sannin’s favourite sake, and two new shot glasses. so you don’t always have to drink alone, the note says, a little smile next to the sentiment.
happy valentine’s day!
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MANICURED FINGERS FIND their way about the bottle, its label the foremost point of inspection. The brand is stellar, a marked favorite in the former Hokage’s storage. Placing it down, she pops the cap, beginning to fill one of the twin glasses left for her leisure. A professional of pouring, eyes are focused instead on the written note left beside, scanning over the kanji before a sickeningly SWEET smile rests itself upon her expression. The glass is full, and despite her student’s sound advice, the first shot will be downed by her lonesome.
❛ I’LL JUST HAVE to drink with you in spirit. Sakura. This first drink is for you. ❜ she mutters before, the cooled glass is pressed to her lips, alcohol leaving the surface in an instant.










