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Artober day 1: Hades AU

#Minato Namikaze

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Narutober Day 24: Chef

#Minato Namikaze #Kushina Uzumaki #minakushi #minato x kushina

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Happy birthday to my favourite shinobi 🦋🍂

#Naruto Uzumaki

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Remember that sketch I posted like 2 years ago? Yeah, me neither, but look, it’s finished now 💖💖

#Minato Namikaze #Kushina Uzumaki

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👑 A king and his knight 🛡️

Finished version here!

#Minato Namikaze #Kakashi Hatake

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👑 A king and his knight 🛡️(coloured version!)

First drawing of the year!! 🥳🥳

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— New NARUTO illustration.

#minato #obito uchiha #Kakashi Hatake #Rin Nohara

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Took some suggestions from the Sakura discord and as @kowalala suggested I drew some PeinSaku. It's more of a modern au, so Pein is more Yahiko than Nagato's puppet lol

Also, I'm still open to commissions, so if you're interested I have my comm info in my pinned post. Thank you.

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#sasosaku #Sakura Haruno #Sasori no Akasuna

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Reverse Psychology Chapter 04: Emotional Activation

“I figured it out!”

Sakura’s sudden outburst while slamming open Sasuke’s office door was enough to rattle him. Sasuke was not one of those supervisors that maintained an open-door policy. He was incredibly diligent about keeping his clinical office locked except for anyone entering and exiting from therapy sessions. The fact that Sakura was even able to catch him off guard between sessions was enough to have Sasuke accidentally throwing his brain-shaped stress ball across the room.

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

For only half a millisecond, Sakura acknowledged that Sasuke didn’t stop her, didn’t redirect her away from his work, didn’t reject her for once. Maybe something had, indeed, clicked between the two of them at the recruitment event last week.

That was unimportant to her right now, though. Sakura had a supervisor to impress.

“That case you gave me a couple months ago – your friend? I figured out his diagnosis!”

Sasuke was shaking his head before Sakura had even finished her last sentence or closed the door behind her.

“Haruno, it’s just trauma,” he says while looking around his office for the missing stress ball.

“No, you see –“

“Naruto’s parents passed away a long time ago,” Sasuke quietly says, not meeting Sakura’s attempts at eye contact, not hearing what she has to say, and pretending to be wholly focused on finding his stress ball. “He acts out because he didn’t get enough attention as a kid.”

“But he medicates –“

“He takes illicit drugs because he’s an idiot,” Sasuke reveals without an ounce of malice, tone dripping with guilt as if Sasuke was somehow at fault.

Sakura has been seeing Sasuke’s childhood best friend in individual therapy for four months at this point. Sasuke is unable to manage Naruto’s mental health care ethically due to their longstanding friendship, but there’s nothing wrong with Sakura providing support for Naruto.

Naruto Uzumaki is the lead guitarist to the worldwide heavy metal rock band, The Lightning Bolts. His friendship with Sasuke has been shattered over and over again as the lifetime of friendship began to fill with secrets that he gradually spilled to Sakura: his binge-drinking, his guilt at not being a good husband to Hinata, his longing for the road. What finally pushed the duo to seek help came from a confession between drinks at the end of The Bolts’ latest summer tour: Naruto had begun to self-harm by abusing methamphetamine. With no one else to turn to, Naruto sought help from Sasuke, who in turn referred him to Sakura, the Substance Use Disorder expert of Senju Counseling.

However, as said expert, Sakura has final say in the work done with her clients, Naruto included. So Sasuke would simply have to take his trauma expert brain and just listen to her.

“He has ADHD.”

Sakura is unsure if Sasuke heard her. She doesn’t know if her voice trembled, or if it was sufficiently confident enough to project the information. To tell someone that they’re very best friend in the whole world has been neurodivergent this whole time and they didn’t see it for almost two decades can be a big hit to their confidence, especially to someone so pride like Sasuke.

Sasuke stills, the pregnant pause causing fear to twist within Sakura. She decides to continue, as if more words will bring Sasuke to say something.

“Your best friend? Naruto? He self-medicates with amphetamines and can socially perform fine with a severe drug problem. Naruto has ADHD.”

“What are you saying?”

Sasuke’s voice has never sounded so unsure to Sakura. She signals him to sit down on his couch next to her, patting the space next to her to catch his attention.

“I get it; it’s easy to blame turbulent family structures and attention-seeking behaviors because Naruto’s parents passed away when he was young. But he is also hyperactive in multiple settings, seeks stimulation, craves structure that he can rebel against, and feels nothing when he’s pumped full of stimulants. He has ADHD.”

Sasuke continues to not look at Sakura, but she can practically see the cogs within his head start moving again. Sakura waits. She will let him start talking, giving him the control that the tiniest bit of information stole from him.

“Did you…?”

“He passed his DIVA-5 screening.”

Sasuke continues to look away from Sakura but nods slightly, the first approval.

“And for meds…”

“I took him off his anti-depressants and will begin monitoring his Adderall titration.”

That earns Sakura her second nod of approval.

“What about…?”

“Already referred his wife, Hinata, to a wonderful family therapist.”

Sasuke nods a third time. Everything’s been fixed. There’s nothing for Sasuke to take ownership of. There’s no problem on the horizon. He finally makes eye contact with Sakura. The turbulent and dark oceans hidden behind Sasuke’s glasses look calm enough to wade in. The message is clear: Naruto is going to be okay.

“This is the part where you say, ‘thank you, Sakura, for helping my best friend through some horrible shit.’”

Sakura’s usual taunting attitude is nothing new for her supervisor. She has learned that Sasuke will take every compliment, criticism, and complaint from her with stride. The man before her is nothing if not confidence personified, even if it is all an act.

That’s why it is so jarring when Sakura is met, not with Sasuke’s usual groan but with a genuine hug.

“I owe you one, Haruno,” she hears from the deep rumbles in Sasuke’s chest.

Sakura’s shock ends, allowing her to see and think and hear and smell.

Sakura can feel the thick weave of his habitual cardigan. She already knew that Sasuke’s workplace uniform was expensive, but she was unaware of the hardness that lay underneath. Even through layers of luxurious cotton, Sakura can feel Sasuke’s chest and torso corded with thick muscles, heartbeat racing out of a resting rate.

‘Why would a therapist need to work out so much that they would develop this build?’

Sakura can hear the deep breathing from Sasuke with a patterned hitch. Almost imperceptible, but the physical closeness between the two makes it easy to hear. Sasuke’s regular breathing is smooth and steady, indicative of consistent physical exercise. But this shows hesitation on his part.

‘Is he… scared? For Naruto?’

Finally, Sakura can see one novel sight from this close. While she can’t see Sasuke’s face from this close up, her eyes make one single note: Sasuke’s ears are shining a bright red blush.

Before Sakura can even think to ask any of the millions of questions attacking her mind, Sasuke’s phone alarm sounds from behind him. There’s a tiny jolt from him, as if Sasuke realizes what his body is doing, as if Sasuke realizes how it feels to cradle Sakura’s body against his. Suddenly, the warmth of his chest pulls away from Sakura’s hold. Her arms scream out, the nerves begging to continue to hold Sasuke close.

But now, he is back to his desk, phone in hand.

“You better go,” he says. “I have a session right now.”

Sasuke doesn’t look at her. He simply expects her to go away, to not ask her questions, to not acknowledge how much they both want her to stay.

And she does. Sakura simply says “Okay,” and walks out of Sasuke’s office. With every step she takes, her feelings swell. Sakura becomes heavy, with regret, with sorrow, with rejection, with frustration, and with want.

But what she doesn’t see is Sasuke, who looks back at her, watching her go.

END OF CHAPTER FOUR.

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