Satoru returned home and saw a person standing at his door from a distance.
That figure was small, with her head down, and was kicking stones. It looked like she was bored, but she was actually very nervous, so was doing that just to relieve her emotions.
Satoru could even smell the alcohol from the other party.
"Sakura, why are you not sleeping at home?"
The one who came to his house was Sakura, the same Sakura who was supposed to be sleeping peacefully with her parents by her side at this time.
"As soon as you left, they woke me up and lectured me, telling me not to cause trouble to sensei... I was woken up so I came to you."
She still had a bit of a tongue-slips when she talked, but other than that she seemed to be in high spirits.
"Actually, you're not drunk at all, it's just that Sasuke and Naruto were drunk, so you're also pretending to be drunk, right?"
Sakura lowered her head, pursed her lips, and did not answer.
It seemed like that no matter what kind of problem it was, it could be prevaricated with silence.
"Sakura, silence won't solve the problem."
"But it can solve most of the problems."
Satoru was so speechless by her instant response that he couldn't refute, so he could only change the subject, "Even in the tavern, you pretended to be drunk, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Why did you do that?"
"Sensei, didn't you just wanted to see the real me? If that's the case, why didn't you just asked me?"
"If I asked you, wouldn't you have used silence to answer my question?"
The other party remained silent.
Satoru smiled, "Look, you are not honest, so talking can't solve the problem, thus I could only use my way to spy in your hearts."
"This is a very private question for me..." Sakura crossed her hands, and after going through a very difficult psychological construction, she said, "You want to see it this way, don't you like…"
Before she finished speaking, Satoru pressed her shoulders with both hands, turned her body directly, and said towards his door, "Come on in and have a cup of tea. Standing at the door and talking is too low, I don't like it."
Sakura's words were interrupted just like that.
The high wall she worked hard to build seemed to collapse in an instant.
Then, in the ruins of that place, she surrounded herself with bricks and tiles, unwilling to show her weak self to others.
(T.L Note: It's an analogy)
Satoru just accidentally missed an opportunity to let Sakura open her heart.
"Shall I get you hangover tea?"
"No need, just the simplest water will do."
Instead of insisting on promoting tea, Satoru poured a cup of warm water and secretly added some honey to it.
Sakura held the water glass and looked around Satoru's room.
Different from the houses of ordinary men who lived alone, his place was not a cold square, nor a chaotic garbage dump, but a clean, and very well-decorated place.
On the small tea table in the corner was a vase with white unknown flowers in it. It looked simple and elegant, but there seemed to be fragrance coming from that direction which was making the atmosphere more pleasant.
Few people put their minds on this kind of decorations, and Satoru was the first in whose house she had ever seen it.
Looking in the direction of Sakura's gaze, Satoru said, "That flower is called jasmine, which comes from the east. I have hardly seen it here, but I like its smell very much, so I asked someone to ship it to me. I still have some seeds, if you like, I can give you some seeds and teach you how to plant and grow them."
"No need."
Sakura restrained her gaze and said, "My father doesn't allow me to grow flowers and raise small animals."
"Why?"
"He thinks this will be a distraction. I should give my all to be a Jonin, a person who contributes to the village, not a mere woman who is a waste outside."
Satoru nodded knowingly.
Putting all their expectations on the children will invisibly bring huge psychological pressure to the children. It seemed that Satoru guessed it right before. Her parents were the first source of the pressure that's burdening Sakura.
"Sakura, do you like your parents?"
"I do, they are the ones who gave birth to me and raised me."
"So do you want to be a parent like them?"
This question directly silenced Sakura.
She lowered her head and drank the already cold honey water in one gulp, her eye sockets seemed a little wet. This feeling was so strange that Sakura was a little scared.
At this moment, a big warm hand was placed on her head.
"Do you like getting head-pats?"
"I like it…I love it! I really love it!"
Satoru took a breath, withdrew his hand and said, "If you become a Jonin who is useful to the village according to your parents, you will not be happy. You are not happy even in the most innocent period of your life, that is, your childhood, let alone when you grow up."
"When I grow up, at least I can ask myself what I like."
'I can pursue the person I like... At least these things will not be discussed with my parents.'
"No, when you grow up, there will only be more involuntary things that you will need to do."
"Then can I be willful now?"
Satoru felt that if he could answer "yes", maybe Sakura would say something that would make their relationship complicated, but if he refused, he would become the same kind of person as her parents.
Contemplating among these two answers, Satoru remained silent for a moment, and finally chose the former.
"Yes, because you are still young."
"Sensei… I like you, not the kind of like for a teacher or elder, but the type of women have for men."
"I got it."
Satoru answered very quickly, as if he had already thought of the answer before the other party's question was spoken.
"Huh? Is that all?"
Sakura was a little dazed. She looked up and saw Satoru bent down and lowered his head. His face was very close to her. Their faces seemed to be separated by only a by a little distance.
She could even feel the heat of Satoru's breath on her face.
"Sen…sei…"
"I said I got it, I appreciate your feelings, but I can't be with you."
Sakura's shyness hadn't even fully formed on her face, when it was scattered by his words, making her look a little split.
"Why?"
"Because I'm your teacher, I'm much older than you, and I don't like you, are these reasons enough?"
One stab after another came and it was to the extent that Sakura's heart could be repeatedly broken.
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