Sakura can't handle disorder and/or laziness. She's slightly obsessive compulsive and sometimes can't resist the urge to straighten up any room that she's in, even if it's not her own. Sloppiness is not acceptable to her. And kami help you if you attempt to give any less than 110% effort on any assignment that you might have to complete with her -------- Not only is she considerably...bossy, she's got a sharp tongue and a short temper which she will demonstrate for you if you attempt to laze about and try to get out of the work. To her, anything that needs done has to be done right.
♒: Phobia Headcanon
Besides the one listed here, Sakura is also afraid of ghosts...Which is extremely funny, given that she also doesn't believe in them since she claims it's 'scientifically impossible.' Such a derp.
♤: 'Dislike' Headcanon
Arrogant, tall as fuck blue-haired males that claim she violated them.
Being interrupted. No matter if it's sleep or conversation, she finds it rude and inconsiderate. Manners :3
14: Kiss Along the Hips || Under read more because it’s kinda long lmfao. I dunno what I just wrote forgive me.
“Pinky?! I’ve got a name, you know ~ Sakura. Sa. Ku. Ra. You could have just asked for it instead of coming up with some ridiculous nickname, dammit ——————————-“
Today wasn’t her day. First of all, she had woken up on the wrong side of the bed…literally.Tsunade-sama would have been highly unimpressed with the artless tumble she’d taken from her bed that morning. It seemed that Bunkyo had managed to do one think in the very least: she now slept like the dead. There was no summons in the middle of the night for an emergency surgery or a mission or simply an Anbu coming to recruit her because her shishou fancied a bit of company. The only downside was that she slept so soundly, any sudden loud noise caused her to start, thus resulting in a Sakura-shaped dip to form in the carpeting on one side of the bed where she’d the floor every. single. day. for the past week.
She’d also missed a perfect score on a test today, which irked her since she’d known the answer…and had second guessed herself. Which rarely happened when reciting knowledge came into play.
And now ———————— Now his tall, blue-haired guy that she’d already seen around a few times was coming along and practically demanding that she ~
“What…Who do you think you are, anyway? You can’t just ask for that kind of thing! It’s just…not the sort of thing that…”
He was laughing at her. Sakura was sure that he was, though he hadn’t gone so far as to vocalize it. Her fists clenched and she debated whether or not it would be best to just use the old ‘fist-to-head’ routine…And then realized that not only would that not be a good idea in this mostly public place, but it wouldn’t be satisfying. She felt like he was challenging her, and the pinkette loathed to lose.
Eyeing him for a moment, she nodded almost seriously before grabbing hold of his arm and yanking him around the corner. ‘The library really was quite a useful place to hide,’ she noted with some surprise. Seeing the strange look he was giving her,she rolled her eyes and muttered, “Not where everyone can see.I’d rather not have to explain how much of an idiot I really am.”
Once they were firmly hidden within the shelves, she stood up on her tip toes to press an open mouth kiss to…wherever she could reach (which happened to be the underside of his jaw.) She continued to pepper those very same kisses all down his neck, nimble fingers working the buttons on his shirt loose. Having removed the obstacle shielding more of his skin from the path of her mouth, her fingers trailed over the ripples and dips of muscle, lips never far behind. Finally reaching her destination,
“Jeez…This is really just too much,” she murmured as she lightly kissed one hip, trailing ever lighter kisses across to the other one, nipping it slightly.
“Well, I hope you’re happy. Go away now.”
She had to get the hell out of there before he noticed that her face was as red as a tomato.
1: Hot, Steamy kiss [ooc: yes i can’t believe it too dangit!]
Tugging on the powdered blue locks, Xanxus pulled the other male’s face closer to his, growling slightly at the resistance he seemed to put on. But he didn’t care. Ignoring the angry snarl of the resisting man, Xanxus slanted his head, mouth opened over his, his tongue touching the other’s.
Surprisingly for such a gruff man, his lips tasted a little sweet and a little like him — something Xanxus had never expected.
Feeling the giant panther mumble something against the kiss, Xanxus took the opportunity, slipping his tongue between his lips. Their tongues touched, and it was then that all resistance stopped as their bodies melted and molded against one another, Xanxus’s hand sliding up to curl possessively around the other’s neck.
The kiss was not fiery of spirited. It was simply, brilliantly, unforgettably sweet, stirring Xanxus in a way he had never felt before.
One of the many things Xanxus disliked was invasion of his privacy. And if that wasn’t enough, he also hated the person that was invading on his privacy. A snarl spilling from his throat, he glared pointedly at the man that sat atop his bed.
Normally, he would have simply ignored the intruder on the days where he was less angry, perhaps simply throwing them out of the window, or if he felt like it, shoot them between the eyes on sight. But he could feel the strength and power radiating from his still form, pouring off his body in thick, heavy waves.
“I see you’re having a pow-wow here,” Xanxus spoke, his face sporting a permanant scowl, predatory light flashing in his bloody scarlet eyes. “…Scum.” He added, feeling the sentence incomplete with that very word.
Sakura was use to working long hours. For the past few years, she'd been able to manage juggling her shift and training, as well as the various missions that her shishou chose to send her on from time to time. The only real difference between her life back in Konoha and the one she had found her in Bunkyo was that she was back at school. It had been a number of years since she'd last been in a school environment and...Well, she simply hadn't settled yet. Working out a routine hadn't been that hard, but sticking to it was another matter entirely. Things here were different than back home, and that was turning out to be a bit of an issue for the pinkette.
All she had wanted to do was go home and sleep forever.
It wasn't far from her last class back to the dorms, so the walk to room 655 did not take very long. Once she reached the door and managed to successfully slide the key into the lock, she stumbled through and shut it behind her, barely able to keep her eyes open as the promise of a soft bed had already caused her body to prepare for the rest it craved. She didn't bother with the light, mostly because she didn't intend to be awake for much long. Dropping her bag next to her desk, she went to divest herself of the stuffy school uniform that she wasn't sure if she fully approved of or not. Right now, she didn't like it very much because it was proving more difficult to navigate the buttons through the holes while she was half asleep.
Finally managing to rid herself of the clothing and replace it with her familiar shorts from home and a thin tee-shirt she preferred for sleeping, Sakura shuffled over to the bed and pulled back the covers. Sliding underneath, she was a little startled by two realizations:
There wasn't enough room.
The reason for that was someone else was already occupying the bed.
Letting out a small squeak, she hurriedly jumped out of the bed at was across the room in under a minute. The light switch flicked on and -----------
It was that guy ~! For a second, she just stared at him blankly, having not quite allowed the sight before her to sink in. When it did...
"Oi! What the hell do you think you're doing?! You can't just break into a girl's room and claim her bed! Wait, why are you even here in the first place? Actually ------ On second thought, I don't care. Get out; I'm tired and I'm cranky and I want to sleep and YOU'RE. ON. MY. BED!"
It was her turn to feel rather violated. Mess with anything else and she would be a little more lenient, but anything that interrupted her sleep was grounds for a chakra enchanced punch to the face. He should feel lucky that she was too damn tired to bother.
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