Ne, Sakura, since when have you liked breath play? A little edgy for you, don’t you think?
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“Maa,—I—It’s none of your business anyways Sa-suke-kun.” Eyes shifting to the left, cutting back to the right. She willed the rush of blood away from her cheeks, and forced an offended expression to her features.
“Given what happened, I think it might be some of my business after all, no? I can always take notes for future improvement.”
She went scarlet, red cheeks crashing against pink hair. She tilted her chin towards the earth, her eyes averted from him. Her shoulder were shaking, from what emotion exactly, she couldn’t be certain.
“…Sasuke-kun…Improve—ment…” She whispered on a breath. Her thoughts mingled back to him. To his hands, his lips, his power and drive.
Improvement, she wanted to say, what improvement?
Instead she settled for, “Who says there will be a future to improve upon?” She attempted to pass for frustrated, but inside her stomach was flipping and her nerves were wound tight.
