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Shisui is always willing to take it straight to hell.
Unfinished, just like their flirting.
🌸 CALLING FOR BACKUP FROM MY FELLOW NINJAS! 🌸
Hello to all my dear friends in the Shinobi world, especially those who have always kept a special place in their hearts for our cherry blossom — Haruno Sakura! 🌸
I am Cánh Cam (Ladybug) – an artist and a hardcore shipper who fell head over heels for Sakura for 15 long years. Today, with the heart of a "hopeless romantic," I’m here to ask for your support for my entry in Sakura's Birthday Contest on the Haruno Sakura VietNam Family page.
🏮 WHY SHISAKU? WHY AM I SO "THICK-SKINNED" ASKING FOR VOTES?
Many have asked why I’m so obsessed with the chemistry between Shisui and Sakura in my fanfic 'The Wind told the Flower, that He has Returned.'
Reading this snippet will help you understand why I’m so determined to "scoop" Sakura back to the Uchiha lake with that "dork" Shisui! It’s not because I’m crazy (well, maybe a little); it’s because I want my girl to drop that "strong woman carrying the world" facade for a moment. I want her to embrace her true feelings: to be hot-tempered, to yell, and to throw punches, only to have a "sly fox" stand there grinning and say: "Cute."
Scene Summary: When even the world's fastest Body Flicker Technique (Shunshin) of the genius Uchiha Shisui can't outrun his own "naughty flirting" skills...
📖 THE SNIPPET:
Shisui’s smile bloomed as if he’d been waiting for this exact moment. A real smile. His eyes curved into crescent moons, his dimples deepened, and his whole being radiated an almost blinding cheerfulness.
"Oh, is that so?" He nodded with a mock-serious face, as if listening to a top-secret intelligence report, though everyone could see he was just teasing the life out of her. "So, you're appraising this vase? This ceramic one is quite beautiful, an exclusive import from the Land of Tea—"
"NO!"
"How about the crane-engraved folding screen? A clan masterpiece—"
"ALSO NO!"
"Then is it the tatami? Or the premium futon?" He tilted his head. "Or… the entire room? I can sell you this whole house for a friend's price—"
"DO YOU JUST LOVE TEASING PEOPLE?!"
The words burst out of Sakura’s mouth faster than a Shunshin no Jutsu, before her brain could scream “STOP IT, CHILD!!!” Her face was as red as a ripe tomato, whether from anger, embarrassment, or both multiplied by ten. Her voice pitched an octave higher than usual, nearly a scream, echoing through the warm wooden room, surely reaching the long hallways outside, making the owls in the garden fly away in terror.
In that split second, Sakura realized… she’d totally lost her filter.
The air froze, as if someone had invisibly turned down the volume of the entire house. The crackle of the fireplace suddenly felt louder, the wind outside the shoji windows died down, leaving only the scent of cedar and lingering hearth smoke.
Mikoto, sitting nearby, flinched slightly, a flash of surprise in her gentle eyes. But quickly, it turned into something akin to stifled laughter. She covered her mouth delicately, her shoulders shaking as she tried not to let a sound escape. It was the first time she’d seen her nephew get a comeback like this. And she, shamefully, found it… far too entertaining to stop.
Shisui… paused for exactly one breath. Not because he was yelled at. But because he was genuinely surprised.
His gaze dropped to Sakura—not with a lazy side-glance or a familiar teasing smirk this time. He looked at her more closely, as if he’d finally caught the moment she revealed her claws beneath that well-behaved shell.
Then— "Yeah." A short response, so nonchalant it was infuriating. "I do love teasing people." A blunt confession. The space between them stretched tight like a bowstring. And then, as if it weren't dangerous enough, he continued, his voice so soft it felt like a secret meant only for her, even with Mikoto right there: "Especially when they react like this." He tilted his head, a smile curling at the corners of his lips. "…Cute."
(SAKURA'S INTERNAL SCREAM: CUTE MY ASS, YOU ABSOLUTE B*STARD!!!!!!)
🎨 MESSAGE FROM CÁNH CAM:
One who loves to tease, and one who gets "ruffled" easily — this is the inspiration behind my vibrant Neon entry that is currently "storming" the contest. This fic was written for my own soul, exploring a world where Sakura is pampered and protected in the sweetest (yet most chaotic) way.
If you find this "Troublemaking Duo" adorable, please stop by my entry! Just 1 Like / 1 Comment / 1 Share from you gives me 200% more power to keep "wielding my brush" to protect Sakura-chan's smile! 💖
Thank you, my fellow ninjas, for channeling your chakra to support me! Love you all to bits! 💖
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Designing a MiniDisc 💽 Album for Khruangbin | Process Film
This film documents my process of designing a MiniDisc version of
Khruangbin’s The Universe Smiles Upon You ii.
The album doesn’t fit into my MiniDisc player, so I decided to make my own version.
There is no narration. The story unfolds through music and on-screen subtitles as I move from research and visual exploration through design, prototyping, printing, assembly, and review.
This project is part of Shisaku Works, an ongoing series of experimental design drafts. Here, prototyping is not a step toward a final product, but the work itself.
Made to be watched slowly, or left playing while you work.
The Space Between Us
(Sakura Haruno x Shisui Uchiha — jealous Shisui, stubborn Sakura)
Part 2 — The Spark That Lit the Fire
Sakura let go of his sleeve slowly, like she was afraid one wrong movement would make him disappear again.
Shisui stared at her as if he was holding himself back by force.
The stream behind them kept running, oblivious. The leaves kept swaying. The world kept existing, even though Sakura felt like everything had narrowed down to one person’s expression.
Shisui’s hands were clenched so tightly his knuckles looked pale.
“What did Sasuke say to you?” Sakura asked, carefully.
Shisui’s mouth twitched, like he hated that name right now. “You noticed.”
Sakura frowned. “Ino mentioned you spoke to him earlier.”
Shisui exhaled through his nose, humorless. “Of course she did.”
Sakura’s eyes narrowed. “What happened?”
Shisui looked away again, jaw tense. “Nothing that matters.”
Sakura’s patience flared. “Stop doing that. Stop pretending it doesn’t matter.”
He looked at her sharply. “You don’t get to decide what matters to me.”
The words hit like a slap—then instantly softened as if he regretted them.
Sakura’s lips parted, stunned.
Shisui blinked, tension in his face tightening further. “I didn’t mean—”
“You did,” Sakura said quietly.
The air grew heavy.
Shisui’s shoulders rose and fell as he breathed. Then he dragged a hand down his face, like he was trying to wipe away the emotion.
“Sasuke asked me a question,” he said finally.
Sakura’s stomach clenched. “What question?”
Shisui’s eyes met hers again—dark, intense. “He asked if you were still… hung up on him.”
Sakura froze.
Her face heated in a flash—part embarrassment, part irritation. “What? Why would he—”
“He said,” Shisui cut in, voice tight, “that he noticed you’ve been different around him lately.”
Sakura’s brow furrowed. “Different how?”
Shisui’s laugh was short and bitter. “That’s the problem. I don’t know. I don’t know what he meant. I don’t know what you meant.”
Sakura stared at him. “Shisui, I—”
“And then,” Shisui continued, like he couldn’t stop once he started, “he said something like… he doesn’t want to get in the way if you’ve finally decided to choose someone else.”
Sakura’s eyes widened. “He said that?”
Shisui nodded once, stiff. “And he looked at me like he was doing me a favor. Like he was letting me have something he didn’t even want.”
Sakura’s chest twisted.
That sounded like Sasuke—blunt, awkward, trying to be respectful in a way that still felt like a punch.
But…
Sakura’s confusion rose. “Shisui, why would that make you angry at me?”
Shisui’s gaze sharpened. “Because I saw the way you looked when he said your name.”
Sakura blinked. “What?”
Shisui’s voice lowered. “Your face.”
Sakura’s mouth opened, then closed.
Shisui took a step closer, eyes intense. “You had this… reaction. Like the ground shifted. Like you were—” he stopped, breath catching, frustration flaring, “like you were reminded of something you didn’t want to let go of.”
Sakura’s heartbeat stuttered.
She could feel it now—the night before, in the hallway, when Sasuke passed by and gave her one of his rare, quiet looks. Not warm. Not romantic. Just… present. Acknowledging the history without saying it.
Yes, Sakura had reacted.
But it wasn’t longing.
It was… closure. Something like closure.
Yet Shisui had seen her face and filled in the blanks with the worst possible fear.
Sakura’s throat tightened. “Shisui…”
Shisui’s hands trembled slightly at his sides. “And I hated it.”
The words were raw.
Sakura’s eyes widened.
Shisui’s gaze flicked away, like he couldn’t stand the vulnerability. “I hated that he could still do that to you. I hated that he could still have that kind of space in your head.”
Sakura swallowed hard. “That’s not—”
“And I hated,” Shisui continued, voice turning rougher, “that I cared.”
Sakura went still.
Shisui’s eyes snapped back to hers. “Because I told myself I didn’t have the right.”
Sakura’s breath caught. “The right to what?”
Shisui’s laugh was bitter again, but there was something trembling under it. “The right to be jealous. The right to be angry. The right to want you to look at me the way you used to look at him.”
Sakura’s heart slammed.
The world felt suddenly too loud, too bright, too real.
Shisui’s gaze didn’t leave her. “So I did what I always do when I can’t control something.”
Sakura’s voice came out hoarse. “You shut down.”
He nodded once.
Sakura’s anger drained into something softer, painful. “Shisui… you could’ve just asked me.”
Shisui’s jaw clenched. “And what if the answer was yes?”
Sakura stared. “Yes?”
“What if you were still hung up on him?” Shisui’s voice cracked just slightly, like he hated admitting it. “What if I asked, and you looked at me with pity? What if you told me you’re trying, but you can’t help it?”
Sakura’s chest tightened, almost aching.
Shisui stepped closer again, and now he was too close—close enough that Sakura could see the tension in his shoulders, the tightness around his eyes.
“Do you know what that would do to me?” he whispered.
Sakura’s throat bobbed.
Shisui’s expression twisted—anger at himself, at the situation, at his own feelings. “I’d rather you think I’m an idiot than watch you choose him over and over again.”
Sakura’s eyes stung.
Because she understood that fear.
She remembered her younger self—chasing Sasuke, begging for attention, swallowing rejection like medicine that never healed. She remembered how stupid it felt, how painful.
And now Shisui—Shisui, who seemed so sure of himself—was standing in front of her like he was terrified of being second place.
Sakura’s voice softened. “I’m not choosing him.”
Shisui’s gaze flickered, like he didn’t dare believe it.
Sakura took a step forward, forcing him to look at her. “I’m not hung up on him, Shisui.”
His eyes searched her face.
Sakura swallowed. “My reaction… wasn’t because I want him. It was because… it’s complicated. There’s history there. But it’s not romantic anymore.”
Shisui’s breathing slowed slightly.
Sakura’s hands lifted, hesitating—then she gently grabbed his wrist, feeling his pulse hammering under his skin.
“You should’ve asked me,” she whispered again. “You know I would’ve answered.”
Shisui’s expression wavered.
Then he whispered, almost like he hated himself for it: “I didn’t want to hear the wrong answer.”
Sakura’s chest ached.
“Shisui,” she said, voice shaking, “you’re not the kind of person I compare to my past.”
His eyes widened slightly.
Sakura squeezed his wrist gently. “You’re the kind of person who makes me forget I even have one.”
Shisui went still.
Sakura realized what she’d said only after it left her mouth.
Her cheeks flamed. Her heart tried to climb out of her throat.
Shisui stared at her like she’d just thrown a kunai at his chest.
Then his expression cracked—just a little—like something inside him shifted.
“Sakura,” he breathed.
Sakura’s voice was smaller now, stubborn but honest. “So yeah. You were jealous.”
Shisui’s jaw tightened again. “Yes.”
“And you ignored me.”
“Yes.”
“And you made me feel like I did something wrong.”
He flinched.
Sakura’s eyes softened. “That part… you owe me an apology for.”
Shisui stared at her for a long moment.
Then, quietly: “I’m sorry.”
Sakura’s breath hitched.
Shisui swallowed. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I just…” He looked away. “I didn’t know what to do with how I felt.”
Sakura’s heart pounded.
“How you felt,” she echoed softly, deliberately.
Shisui’s eyes flicked back to hers.
Sakura’s voice was calm now, but it trembled at the edges. “Then tell me.”
Shisui’s throat bobbed.
Sakura stepped closer.
They were almost chest-to-chest now. The air felt electric.
“Tell me the truth,” Sakura whispered.
Shisui’s gaze dropped—briefly—to her lips, then snapped back to her eyes like he was furious with himself for looking.
His voice came out low and raw.
“You want the truth?”
Sakura nodded, breath shaky. “Yes.”
Shisui’s fingers twitched like he wanted to touch her but didn’t know if he was allowed.
Then he whispered the words that sounded like surrender.
“I’m in love with you.”
Listen, i don't think we need to worry about Shisui. He's exactly where he wants to be.
This is unfinished, most of my stuff stays unfinished. I apologize. Maybe someday I'll be able to finish most of my doodles. Believe me this is still cleaber than initial.