Sakura Haruno Pictures Novels & Stories

He takes the drone, which is already drenched with water, and based on the look, he was sure it's already broken. "Sakura." The strange girl smiles, and after she says it, there's a wind blowing and the Sakura's flower from the nearest cherry blossom tree falling near them. Looking at the flower, which now falls near them, he nods his head. "Ah, yeah..it's now in April, so Sakura here is a bit prettier than the front gate." Smiling at him, she gets her bag and her flat shoes before she goes to the walkway. She wants to go back to her dorm, change her clothes, and go to the next class.

Sakura muttered, staring at the ceiling of her room. “Why am I not sleepy? I thought after a full day of work and the nomikai, I’d pass out…” She shifted to her left. Then her right. Still wide awake. Like a child too excited for tomorrow’s field trip—unable to sleep because something fun is waiting. Feeling a little silly, she opened Heri’s I*******m. His feed was filled with snapshots: blue skies, airplane cockpits, Subaru cars, an orange cat, cityscapes from faraway places.

I asked. "Ah..." He began awkwardly and let go of me before moving back a little. "It's nothing." "It's not nothing, Hig. It looks like it hurt." He held my hand and kissed the back of my palm. "It doesn't hurt anymore so, don't worry." I heard someone giggle and I looked around his shoulder at the older woman stood behind him. She was short with straight, brown hair that was tied in a bun. She wore a grey suit and I couldn't help but notice that she resembled Higan quite a bit.

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

Sakura was praying very hard Jane would miraculously appear and sort out this mess when she heard a commotion on the other side. She looked up to see the famous Japanese designer Mr. Tachibana coming toward them, his long hair—dyed bleach blond—flying and his long white robe fluttering about him. Beside him was the woman Sakura had been waiting eagerly to meet in person, the woman who had given birth to her twenty-five years ago, Haruka Tanaka, also known simply as Ms. Ruka. She was tall, Sakura realized, with strong, angular face, and thin nose that sat nicely on her face. She was very beautiful.

"Good night Itsumi." "Have a splendid night rest dear." "You too," she replied them and dashed upstairs. **** ~Akamine's Residence~ Yuki Akamine sat in front of her laptop screen as she surfed the net. She stopped what she was doing and picked up her phone. Her fingers found their way to the gallery icon and scrolled through the pictures. There were tons of pictures in her cell. Most of them were pictures of Sasuke and Sakiko. Her eyes darkened as she gazed at one particular picture. It was a picture of Sasuke and Sakiko in class. He looked at her with a pleading expression while she glared at him.

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

All heroes and villains from My Hero Academia, Roxy & I were taking a break after what happened. I was in the arena honing my combat skills. Tenya Iida the class rep of Class 1-A saw me honing my combat “ahh Incubus-kun” he said I stop and look at Iida “oh Tenya I’m surprised you’re here” I said with a surprised tone “true but I’m not only one here, Compress!!!” Mr. Compress appeared out of the shadows. “You called Iida” he said “Atsuhiro Sako, what are you doing here?” I asked “Sako just did some reconnaissance and he found some information that may be useful” said Iida “okay let’s head to the staff room to continue the conversation” I said so Iida, Sako & I left the arena and headed to the

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

Is this how l am spending eighteen years of my life. "SAKURA?" Hmm now l am hearing voices hah. Calling my name. "Is that you Sakura." I look up to see one of the girls l worked with. "What are you doing here." I could not respond as l observed her way of dressing. She was wearing a yellow kimono. Her hair tied in a lovely semi circle hairpins pluck and. She had some makeup on. "You.." "I am Hozumi don't you remember." She smiled . "Hozumi?"