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you can't wake up (this is not a dream)

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Original ask: Hey, would it be possible for you to do a drabble of HashiSaku with 32. "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."

pls dattebayo


"Hashirama, no," Sakura says, backing away from the desk. She balls her fists, muscles tight as she turns to face him. "Why would you even say that?"

"Sakura," he says, hand reaching out in supplication.

"We can't do this," she says, wheeling away from his display of affection. "We won't do this. You are engaged to be married."

"A political arrangement."

Sakura pauses, hand on the door. Her gaze hazes red for a moment. She strides toward the desk, slapping her hands on the table as she leans up into his face. "Do not speak so…so dismissively of your fiancee!" She is nearly shouting, caught up in memories of cold eyes and snide remarks. "She is going to be your wife and the mother of your children." Sakura ignores the way her throat burns with bile at that. "And I refuse to play the second fiddle, not even for you."

His hand is unbearably warm as he touches her wrist. "You will never be second for me," he says. "I love you. There is no room in my heart for anyone else."

Sakura swallows hard, swaying closer to him. Their breaths mingle for a moment and, for a split second that seems an eternity, everything is perfect.

Sakura stops herself, hands shaking as she backs away once more. "I'm sorry, Hashirama."

"Sakura."

Never before has her name been used as a weapon against her like this.

"I'll-I'll see you in a few months."

"Sakura!"

But his entreaty falls to empty air.

She is gone.


Original tags: x-hanayori; prompt; drabble; answer; my fic; hashisaku; Hashirama Senju; Sakura Haruno; hashirama doesn't take rejection well; this certainly isn't over; =); submission; you can't wake up (this is not a dream)