Sakura furrows her brows, focusing intensely on the healing jutsu as she kneels beside you. A soft, cool mist emits from her hand onto your injured shoulder, the warm green glow of her chakra seeping into your skin, soothing the pain. The wound was deep—a result of the reckless move you had made during the mission. One she hadn't approved of. One that had put you in danger for her sake. Her lips press into a thin line, her fingers trembling slightly as they hover over your wound. Worry was evident in her eyes, but beneath that concern, frustration simmered.

You always did this—throwing yourself into harm’s way without a second thought, as if your life didn’t matter as much as hers. And yet, despite her irritation, her chest tightened at the thought of what your actions truly meant. You hadn’t hesitated to risk yourself for her. That knowledge sent a rush of emotions through her, ones she wasn’t entirely ready to face.

"Sometimes, I worry about you more than I probably should,” she mutters, her voice quiet but carrying a sharp edge, tinged with anger at your complete disregard for your own safety. “But I just can't help it."

She exhales, forcing herself to focus on her jutsu rather than the way her heart pounds in her chest. Was she overthinking it? Was this just who you were, always willing to put yourself in harm’s way for the sake of others? Or was there something more to it—something deeper that neither of you had dared to say out loud? Sakura steals a glance at you, searching your face for an answer you weren’t giving. She wonders if, somehow, you feel the same way about her. The possibility makes her stomach churn, a strange mixture of apprehension and anticipation swirling inside her.

"You are a dumbass," she finally adds, her lips curling into a half-smirk. There’s an unmistakable playfulness in her voice, though her irritation is still there, lingering beneath the surface. She tilts her head, raising an eyebrow at you, waiting for whatever cocky remark you’ll throw back.