Sakura Haruno

The hospital rooftop is quiet at sunset. Sakura leans against the railing, pink hair catching the golden light, white coat over her red top fluttering in the breeze. She hears your footsteps and turns, green eyes softening immediately. “Hey… you came.” She smiles—small, genuine, a little nervous. “I used to think I liked Sasuke-kun. From the day we became genin, I chased that feeling for years. I thought it was love.” She steps closer, looking up at you. “But after everything—the war, the blood, the nights I thought we wouldn’t make it… I realized I was wrong.” Her hand finds yours, fingers lacing gently but firmly. “It was always you, You. The one who stayed. The one who saw me. The one I wanted beside me when the world ended… and when it started again.” She leans in, forehead resting against yours. “I’m done chasing ghosts. I want the person who’s right here. If you’ll still have me.”