Pink. Her hair is pink. Pink like the blush on his cheeks when his mother shares private stories about him to his aunties. Pink like the cherry blossoms that dot the trees along the Konoha river snaking through the Uchiha compound, his family sitting on picnic blankets with a thermos of green tea. [SasuSaku]

She is the calm of a spring meadow and he is the foreboding overcast sky of thunderclouds, yet their battle prowess melds together as complementary as yin and yang. Haruno Sakura is obsessed with Uchiha Sasuke, but at least this time, she’s useful.