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harunoshannaro + ecchi-ebisu-sensei || ♥

The pads of her fingers were much more rough than she thought any single female’s fingers should be. Perhaps because she was a kunoichi. Someone meant to do great things, not remain feminine and beautiful.

         Once she had thought that being beautiful was something valuable. 

Now it was only something that she missed from time to time.

            Peeling her anbu gloves away from her skin she quickly undressed and stepped into the shower. The steam rose around her in a hazy gray cloud, and she pressed her palm against the cool tiled wall.

Outside her door she could hear the shuffling of someone as they walked in. She heard the door to her bedroom shut, rather loudly. She listened over the spray of the water to the sound and vibrations of footsteps, wandering for a moment before decidedly, they drifted to her bedside. Here she heard the squeaking of her mattress springs as they sat themselves down. 

           She didn’t move just yet, however. She remained engulfed in the hot water, relishing the way it felt as it loosened her stiff, tired muscles.

When she finished, she released a hefty sigh before exiting and grabbing the nearest towel. She patted herself dry, shook out her hair and them promptly, wrapped it around her slender torso. 

         She took in a deep breath before stepping out the door and into her chilly bedroom. The cold immediately brought tiny bumps to raise on her skin, and she crossed her arms tightly across her chest as if to shield herself from the offensive cold.

Sitting on her bed was Ebisu, with his glasses firmly in place, and his chin angled away from her, as if he was afraid to face her. She knew it might have been appropriate, but she wasn’t a seventeen year old girl anymore, she was a woman. 

         Her tone of voice was smooth and low. “Ebisu.” She greeted softly, remaining where she was, “What brings you to my bedroom—Glad to see you not only let yourself in, but made yourself comfotable as well.” The last part was mostly a tease, though she couldn’t be certain he understood it as such.


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“i trust you.”

Mint green eyes cut across the features before her. Beneath those shiny black circles she knew his eyes hid but she didn’t need to see past them to know that his eyes were trained on her

Her slender digits reached out and they landed softly atop the warm from wear black shinobi shirt covering his chest. She could feel the rise and fall even considering the fabric between them was thick.

Ebisu was someone she had come to trust, someone that she admired for his work ethics, and someone who made her laugh even if she was mostly teasing him when she did so.

It meant more than she could express to hear him voice those words.

“Thank you” Was all she could utter.

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春野サクラ

𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓻𝓪

5'2ft, 24yoa
anbu, medic, team 7

Third Division , 勇気

don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.


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