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could u send some pakura headcanons? sorry that's not very specific i just want to hear some pakura headcanons
haha, no need to apologize, pakura head canons are my favorite things to talk about. Just don’t know where to start. Okay, this might get a little messy…and long…
Hmmmm mc x sakura + thieves au? 😌
Another heist, the last thrill before they would have enough to leave this world behind, but what exactly were they willing to do to ensure their lives would be one in the lap of luxury. She deserved that life, he knew that, but he had to convince her of another way. One last thrill, that’s what Sakura really wanted, so why not go after the queen of thieves herself?
002. mc x sakura?? :)
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002 : “You smell nice.”
Sakura was sitting outside the prep dorm, her legs pulled up against her chest, watching cheerleader practice. She was suppose to be watching them to help improve their routine. Mia compared it to re-watching Legends of ClanCraft matches with Nishan. How they’d go over each round, analyze their moves and come up with five alternatives that would’ve improved their performance. That’s how Mia convinced Sakura to stay after school with them, but she was only half-heartedly watching Mia bark orders as Owen and Dana scrambled across the field. She didn’t even notice Payton constantly running up to the table to check her phone, even after Mia caught her and chucked it across the field.
No. Sakura was too bothered by the cold. The crisp autumn wind would crash against her, sending ripples through her body. It wasn’t even that cold, but Sakura still found herself burying her mouth in her elbow to muffle her groans. She ached and all she wanted to do was go home, maybe curl up on her cough and play Portal or bake some blueberry scones. Instead, she had to suffer through another half-hour of this.
“Having fun yet?”. Sakura groaned as Peter slides up next to her, leaning into his shoulder and resting her head against his neck. He smelled of freshly baked cookies or, more accurately, the ingredients. The smell was much more concentrated, he must’ve gotten it on his clothes. Sakura found herself smiling, remembering last year during finals. They were baking scones and she had asked Peter to get the flour, but it was just out of his reach. She remember him groaning, then yelling, and when she turned around he was covered from head to shoulders. She still had pictures on her phone.
“You smell nice.”
“Oh, yeah. I was helping Autumn with an art project.”
Peter wasn’t watching Mia or her cheerleader either, instead his eyes were cast downwards. His index finger tapping the screen of his phone.
“I don’t get it.”
Sakura caught a glimpse of coins falling down the screen like rain before Peter killed the app, opening his photos and passing it to her. There were a half-dozen of Autumn just standing with her back to the camera, admiring a wall painted with steaks of fiery orange and cool purples and blues. She assumed it was suppose to be a sunset, abstract maybe, but it just looked like a mess to her.
“We were working with water-based paint. Katherine’s got a sensitive nose so Autumn added a tea spoon of vanilla extract before we started. I might’ve gotten some on me.”
“You just can’t help yourself.”
“Shut up.” He elbows her and Sakura laughs, shoving him in retaliation. Their laughter rouses Mia who was now marching over to them, her mane of radiant blonde dancing in the wind like fire.
“Sakura, I thought you were helping us with our routine. The competition is in, like, two weeks.”
“Sorry, Mia, but I totally forgot Sakura and I have a project due Friday. English Comp. We’re behind.”
Sakura bit her lip trying to suppress another outburst of laughter. Ms. DeStefano didn’t give out projects, she barely gave out exams. Most of her classes were spent watching movies like Captain America and Air Force oOne. That was good because Sakura was using the class to catch up on FE : A. Nishan had grind through to chapter 16 and there was no way she could allow him to beat her.
“Then why were you two laughing.” Mia’s hand were on her hips, heels dug into the grass, but Peter returned her icy-gaze with a half-smile. Sakura had seen a lot of people tremble before Mia, but Peter just stood his ground. He reminded Sakura of Payton’s mastiff, Hound, after she made a mess of the living room. She’d look up at you, this innocent and playful look upon her face, like she was unaware of any wrongdoing.
“Well, I was suggesting we ask Nishan to let us look at his fanfiction. I read this really cool story the other day about-”
“No no no, stop. I’ve heard enough of dorkatron’s fanfiction to last me a lifetime. Sakura, we’re meeting again Saturday, think you could make it?”
“Yeah, no problem.”
Leaving with a nod, Mia skips back to Payton who has recovered her precious phone. Mia snatches it from her while she’s waving goodbye to Sakura and Peter, tucking it into the waistband of her skirt then jams a finger back towards the field.
“I don’t know how you do that.” Sakura asks, once they’re a couple yards away, leaning against Peter as they walk,
“It’s a gift.” Sakura reaches down and plants a kiss on Peter’s forehead. “So I was thinking… my place? Play a round of prop hunt then crash on the couch.”
“Sounds like a plan.”