#harunodesu

[maskcdninja-blog]

@harunodesu

      Ser chamado pela Hokage era algo que o jonnin tinha de se acostumar depois da última guerra que teve, todos aqueles acontecimentos fizeram o ninja copiador se acostumar a ficar com o tempo de folga que tinha antes de voltar as suas tarefas pra fazer sua vila mais segura do que o normal. De uma coisa Kakashi tinha razão, a missão que Tsunade tinha lhe dado poderia ser feito sozinho, mas ele tinha alguém em mente pra fazer companhia pra si, alguém que não via há bons meses. 

      Kakashi ainda se lembrava de onde a pessoa em sua mente morava, tanto que não teve tanta pressa assim pra chegar até lá há ponto de fazer uma visita surpresa. O mesmo saltou até a sacada do quarto e deu três batidas leves no vidro.

      “Sakura, está acordada?” perguntou, dando mais algumas batidas. “Se estiver, eu vou precisar de sua ajuda.”

[ofjinchuuriki]

@harunodesu

                           Sunlight bathed the cozy kitchen of the Uzumaki-Namikaze house as its lady walked around wearing a light purple apron. Her bright, blood-red hair flowed delicately on her back, catching the sunbeams and shining like liquid fire. Such beauty remained unknown by the woman in question, for she busied herself with simple tasks in her kitchen, such as baking a cake for her family to eat in the afternoon. It was as she turned on the oven that a light knock on the door caught her attention; to her surprise and pleasure, a pink-haired beauty stood on her door. 

                              ❝Sakura-chan! Please, come on in!❞

[ventusequiti]

@harunodesu ||

     “but we haven’t seen each other in so long!” continues his grip. he’s being a baby.

[biteheir]

as the sensor , she always makes sure to go to bed after everyone else. to make sure they’re asleep before she is -- it’s one of things that got her through her times with taka. she felt safe when she knew the other’s were asleep. nothing could happen. it’s one reason she always tried to take first lookout -- but she can’t do that anymore.  feet prod across the floor , before moving to sit next to her. she’s surprised she managed to startle her , and brows come to furrow as she listens to her explanation. ah -- she must not want to talk about it then. lips curl upwards softly for a brief moment , palms pressing on the floor behind her as she stretches.  “ i guess to answer your question , i don’t sleep well. ” not when she has constant nightmares. “ and i felt you were still up and i can’t sleep when someone else is awake. ” a poor excuse , but an honest one at that. it makes her uneasy to know that someone else could be awake and could attack her while she sleeps. no , it’s better to stay awake. and maybe it’s because it’s so late and she hasn’t sleep in what feels like forever , or maybe it’s because sakura’s chakra is so calming that it’s lullying her into a false sense of safety, that the next statement that comes out is far more personal than anything else that karin’s even said to her. “ i feel so many people dying all the time , it’s over-whelming. ” 

/ @harunodesu / continued.

[inxzuma-blog]

{ @harunodesu }

There he is, fanning himself to almost an excess with a handful of papers. It’s summer, and it’s hot.

“Sakura, help your poor sensei, he is melting. I need you to find ice, and then I need you to encase me in it.” He grouses, head tilted back and away from the window which seemed only to magnify the heat of summer.

As time passes he only sinks further into his chair, as though he really were melting. He manages to feign weakness, his tone fading into nothingness. “Sakuraaaaa--”

[leafsenshi-blog]

wow this is accurate for crushes of mine.

[fleuriist]

@harunodesu .

❛ it’s fine ! every woman releases a little harmless gas in front of their teammates…. & potentially stink up the whole room. . — don’t be ashamed ! ! if sasuke or naruto say ANYTHING, they’ll have a personal invitation from me to get their asses whooped, alright ? ❜

[climbingsilver-blog1]

さくら @harunodesu

 A head heavy with questions brought his body down to the ground, clear cerulean skies stared back into hazel eyes, clothes damp against the dewy grass, with finger interlocked behind his head.  Shikamaru was disappointed by the lack of clouds, the sky populated solely by a few scattering wisps.

He had lost track of how long he had been laying there, and it was far too bothersome to reach down and check his phone. The thought occurred to him that he should be in class right now, but he didn’t care enough to attend, he knew he could pass anyway, in fact, he probably didn’t need to show up to any of his classes to pass, but that wasn’t worth the lecture he’d get from his dad.