The stress that came with being the Head of a Hospital lingered on the pinkette even after she arrived home from her twelve hour shift, particularly on her shoulders and lower back. She was aching, her limbs were stiff, and she wanted nothing more than to die in her newly constructed bath tub.
With hyper jets, She thought to herself. Her keys were thrown on her dresser and her red dress shirt and black pants were quickly discarded, leaving her in her most unsexy pair of underwear and bra yet. With a job like hers, comfort went above looks. She gathered her toiletries and made her way into her bathroom, eyebrows knitted together as she fumbled for the light switch. The sound of water running filled her ears and the air was hot and humid with a discreet smell of.. Lavender? There’s only two people in the world who knows of her favorite scent; Ino and Sasuke, and if it were Ino waiting in her bathroom wearing god knows what in her new tub…
The light flickered on, and the smell of Lavender and Uchiha filled her senses immediately. The wonderful tub that she’d been dreaming about all day was filled generously with piping hot water and a mountain of bubbles. Cherry blossom petals littered the floor, leaving a cute trail for her to follow. Her eyes then drifted to person to her left, sitting on the white marble of her counters. A light blush was staining his cheeks, that she could only guess was the bath’s doing. His chest was bare, and at his waist only laid a towel, a pink one at that.
“ Sasuke-kun, what are you doing here? I-I mean, did you do this?”
Of course it was. And he’d had his reasons. Whatever he’d pulled here couldn’t be considered standard, that much was for sure, however, for Sakura needed the distraction, he had decided to live through this ... rather embarrassing situation. He did not miss the look she gave him. The towel was pink, so what of it? Her hair was, too. (Colors are without gender, girl.)
Giving her a nod, he guestured her to come closer. His plan was going well, so far. “I figured you’d want to take a bath.” And he’d been right in his thinking. Ever since her father’s demise, she’d become oh so very silent. She’d worked more and slept less, she refused to talk. This wasn’t the Sakura he’d come to love but a sad girl who reminded him of the boy he’d been, once. He was accustomed to the expression she wore on her face, the saddness hidden in her features. He knew what it was she felt and yet, he could do nothing to ease her pain. The fact she’d had a dissagreement with her mother didn’t help either. As soon as he’d seen the tears Sakura’d cried, he’d wanted to storm to her and say what her daughter had not been able to: That her life was her own.
But that lay in the past now and while the loss would always be part of her, Sasuke knew that, with time, the pain would fade. Till then, he’d distract her from the demons in her head, from the nightmares and the looks people would graze her with. She hadn’t been able to safe Kizashi but he, and that he’d promised himself, would manage to safe her.
‘I’m not going to lose again.’
