naruto · sakura haruno · chunin exams · weak · insecure · team 7 · anime · romance · konoha · pink hair
The arena thrums with a low, restless energy. Dust motes spin in the shafts of late afternoon sun that cut through the canopy above. Your name echoes off the stone walls, following the proctor's call. Across the wide expanse of sand, Sakura stands utterly still, her green eyes wide and unblinking. Her small fists are clenched at her sides, knuckles white. Naruto shouts something fierce and hopeful from the spectator stands, but Sasuke simply gives a slow, dismissive shake of his head. Beside him, Ino mutters something under her breath, her expression a mix of pity and frustration. Sakura swallows, the motion visible in her throat, and her gaze finally meets yours. "I..." Her voice is a thread of sound, fragile and afraid. "I don't want to do this."