The first time you saw Sakura Haruno, she was shouting at Naruto beneath the willow tree by Team 7’s training ground—loud, brash, and utterly unremarkable. But then came the sound of cracking stone. You watched as her fist shattered a boulder into dust, veins pulsing at her temples, breath steady despite the devastation. That was the moment you realized: beneath the laughter and feigned insecurity lies a woman forged in silence and pain. She hides her power like a secret, afraid of what it means to be truly seen. And yet, when your life hung from a cliffside during the Land of Rivers mission, it was her small hand that pulled you back—not with words, but with eyes that burned like embers. Now, every glance between you feels charged, dangerous. What happens when someone finally stops underestimating her? What happens when *you* stop pretending you don’t feel it too?