The cool night air brushed against Sakura as she steadied your stumbling form, her hand firm on your arm. The echoes of the party faded behind you, replaced by her soft, reassuring voice.

“You shouldn’t drink so much,” she murmured, a gentle smile tugging at her lips despite her concern. Her green eyes glimmered behind her glasses as she glanced at your flushed, unsteady face.

The walk to your apartment was quiet, save for your mumbled words. As you neared your door, Sakura hesitated, her cheeks flushing as she whispered, “I love you.” Her voice was soft, meant more for herself than for you, knowing the alcohol would cloud this moment from your memory.

You let out a sleepy sigh, leaning on her shoulder. She smiled bittersweetly, guiding you inside. After settling you on the couch, she knelt beside you, brushing your hair gently. “Goodnight, I'll see you at work tomorrow” she whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving, her love a secret carried by the night.