🌸Sakura's Sweet Sixteen Pt 4/4🌸

🌸Before you Read🌸

🌸Yes...this is truly Sakura's backstory. No, it will not spoil anything when I get to her book as it doesn't bother her/is a big deal in the canon stories. I just made it a big deal here because of plot reasons for this short fic.

🌸Enjoy!

🌸The Last Dance🌸

I didn't even make it to the bathroom when I reached the hallway. The tears had already started to fall so much that I could feel my make-up starting to smear. Luckily, no one seemed to be in the back hallway that I could just let myself go. Before I could even turn into the bathroom, I saw a door that led outside.

As horrible of a host I would've been to leave my own party, that was exactly what I did.

No one was outside, and the only thing I was greeted with was the dark night sky. I tried wiping away the tears that were clinging onto my face, but it didn't work. My legs eventually gave out from underneath me, and I pulled my legs into my chest, burying my head into my knees.

Moments after my head hit my knees, I could feel the pools of tears collecting on my dress. I needed to stop. I spent hours making sure everything was perfect. No matter how hard I tried to stop, the tears kept smearing my mascara and eyeliner. My fingers tried pushing the tears away, but it was no use saving the make-up as I could already feel the coats of it had washed away, creating ridges between my skin and the foundation and powder that was holding on.

If only I had just not said anything to that girl. If only I had just left my phone at home.

If only I wasn't born.

I sucked in as much air as I could when that thought came into my mind. Those words the woman slurred on the phone were ringing in my head. She's gone beecause of you! Everything is ruined beecause of you! You were the biggest misstake everr. As much as I had never thought about it, she was right. Things would've been much better if I wasn't born.

Why? Because they weren't expecting to have me, at least, not on the day that they had me. My biological parents rushed to the hospital that day. It was nothing out of the ordinary, except that it was abnormally cold that day. Winter decided to stay a bit longer, and the night before was especially cruel as it had snowed and hailed, but they must not have put that in account as they drove.

From what I've heard, my biological father died on impact, and his wife was in critical condition. How long she was able to survive after the accident was unknown. Maybe if I asked the right person, someone outside the orphanage I had grown up in or my adoptive parents, maybe I could get some answers, but it didn't matter. She was still dead because I had to have been born on that unusually cold day, a day that the cherry blossoms should've started to bloom, not dead because of the unexpected cold.

If I was never born, they would've still been around. I took someone's sibling, child, best friend, who knows what else, away from them. My job as a Pro Hero would be to save people, but would I even be able to if I didn't even save my parents?

Things would've been better off if I was never born.

The moment that thought whisked into my head, my eyes widened. Never in my entire life had that thought slip into my mind, but the moment it did, I couldn't help but to see the truth in it all.

Maybe things would be better without me.

"There you are," a familiar voice called as I felt their presence kneeling down beside me. "Hey, what's—"

"Go away," I growled as I looked away, wiping away the last of my tears. I couldn't let anyone see me like this, especially not one of my classmates. They all knew me as the girl who could do anything. To be bothered by something, they wouldn't understand. It wouldn't make sense to any of them.

No one could understand what it was like to be born the bad guy. That woman on the phone, however she knew my parents, she had to remind me of that. I thought I could overcome that if I had just become a Pro Hero. I thought I could make up for what had happened. But who was I fooling? Someday, word would get out. My adoptive mothers, they might have told me time and time again that it wasn't my fault, that my parents would've wanted me to have a good life, but what did they know? If I made a mistake, they'd see me for who I truly was.

A sigh came out of the boy's lips as I felt his wing wrap around my shoulders, almost to give me warmth more than anything. It wasn't terribly cold outside. All anyone really needed was a light jacket, and everything would be fine. Mori probably just wanted to make sure I wasn't uncomfortable outside.

Despite his good intentions, I didn't turn my head to look him in the eye. Instead, I kept trying to wipe the dry tears from my face. It was useless at this point. While the tears were gone, my make-up wouldn't have been salvaged.

"Is it what Asami said to you?" Mori asked. "I didn't mean to overhear, but you know, bat ears, bat hearing."

"You wouldn't understand," I growled.

"Maybe, but I know that Asami can be rude at times," Mori told me. "It still doesn't give her the right to—"

"It has nothing to do with her," I mumbled.

As soon as those words escaped my lips, I could feel Mori tense up a bit. Even his wing that wrapped over to my other shoulder recoiled a bit so that it was barely brushing against my skin. My arms wrapped around my legs, pulling them closer to my chest. I still refused to look up at the boy.

"Did I do something wrong?" Mori asked.

His voice was soft as he spoke, almost as if he didn't want to ask the question. Why he would even fathom the thought was beyond me. After all, I was the one who invited him to come with me. He was of more help than I expected as he came early to help set up. I was the one who dragged him here. It wasn't the other way around.

My hands tightened around the material as I remembered leaving him alone in my kitchen, so I could get my phone.

"Stop trying to figure it out," I warned. "I already told you you won't get it."

His wing retracted at my statement, leaving me all alone in the night. He didn't get up just yet, but I felt him shift as if he wanted to.

Maybe it was best he left. My blood was boiling far more than it normally would. If one more word was said—

"Look," Mori said. "I—"

I whipped my head to look at him, causing the boy to flinch. Even though there was no light, I knew he was disgusted by the smeared covered make-up on my face as he leaned back a bit.

"No, you don't get it. You can't! No one does. You and everyone in that room never had to worry, but me? I ruined everything. It was all my fault," I yelled at him. "It'll always be my fault for screwing everything up since day one!"

My arms tightened around my legs as pain shot up my side. Everything ached from the amount of emotions rolling through my body. I was never like this. If anything, I was the person who kept people calm, or could give people a smile. Now, I couldn't even stop shaking as I realized my mistake, that I was a mistake.

I was nothing more than a failure. After a year of trying, I couldn't even get my friends to get the courage to own up to their feelings that they had. That girl, Asami, had to remind me that I couldn't get anything right as she mocked everything there was at the party. Whoever called me hours before the party gave me the biggest reminder of all as to why I was a failure.

There was nothing I could do right, no matter how hard I tried.

"Nothing is your fault," Mori told me as I felt his hand brush against my shoulder.

I shook my head. "Oh, like you'd know? Then tell me why the rest of my family didn't want to see my face because I'm the reason my parents are dead? Tell me why no one wanted me for years because I just existed? Oh, that's right. You wouldn't know because you didn't go through that. I did."

Mori closed his eyes as I noticed his body tense. "Actually, I kinda do understand. Maybe not everything you've experienced, but I'm still in the foster system, Sakura."

My heart dropped when I heard that from him. Just seconds before he said that, I could feel my body temperature rising, but it dropped the second I heard those words. The cool air brushed against my skin, making me wish I could have his wing wrap around my arms once again. Then again, I wasn't the one who needed comfort, not when I was the one who messed everything up with Mori by blaming him for everything.

"Mori, I—" my voice faltered as the words were nothing more than a whisper, if that.

"It's fine. You never asked, and it's not something I really tell people. Everyone has their reasonings for putting up their kids for adoption, whether we like them or not," he claimed.

"Gosh, I shouldn't have assumed," I told him. "It's just that you're so confident and so sure of yourself that I figured you had everything planned out and under control."

The boy dropped his head as he moved his hand from my back to scratch the back of his neck. "Guess that makes two of us as I always thought the same thing about you. After all, you're perfect at everything you do, except for making origami cranes."

His comment was one that I would've normally punched him for or think of a clever comeback in response, but I just looked back down at my dress, contemplating if I should even tell the guy. I mean, we had only known each other for less than a year now. Over these past few months, we had gotten close, but vocalizing something I never did to either of my moms was scary.

But, maybe Mori would understand?

Before I could even think about getting a word out on what happened, Mori beat me to the punch. "It's okay to be angry or sad about it every once in a while, but just know that you don't have to go through it alone. Whatever family you had left might have given up, but you still got out of the system early and were lucky to have two moms that really care for you. If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here."

I shook my head, realizing he was still stuck in the system. Realizing it, I felt selfish.

"I'm sorry," I apologized as I let out a heavy sigh. "I shouldn't have complained. It usually doesn't bother me, it's just—it's just that phone call I got before Kaito called, it was someone who knew my parents. She had to remind me that I ruined everything for them just by being born. Maybe she was right. If I wasn't here, they'd still be around and none of their friends and family would've suffered because of me. I know I try to be the best at everything I do, but I don't want people seeing me for what I really am: a failure."

His hand brushed against my cheek, slowly moving my face, so I would look him in the eyes. I froze as he leaned in closer to me, rubbing his thumb against my face as he did.

"Sakura, you're not a failure," Mori told me when his face was mere inches away from mine. "If anything, you intimidate people with how perfect you are. I'm sure your biological parents would've been proud of you. How could they not? You're strong, kind, beautiful..."

Despite it being so dark outside, I knew he saw my face heat up at his words. It really sucked knowing I couldn't hide anything from this guy as he could see right through me. I mean, it was one thing to see right through people like I could, but for Mori, his eyesight and hearing was second to none. It was probably how he knew I was missing from the party.

Seeing how calm he was when he just looked at me caused my heart to flutter a bit. Had anyone else been here, they wouldn't have known what to do because I made sure not to bother anyone. It wasn't like I had a lot of problems, but I knew I had it well in life that it didn't matter. Mori was different as he always knew what to do. I wasn't sure if it was part of his Bat Quirk or if he was just that good of a person, but there were times I seriously considered breaking my own rule about not dating because of him.

Gosh, he made it nearly impossible when he did stuff like this.

I opened my mouth to ask him something when I heard the door beside us whooshed open. We both stopped whatever we were about to do and snapped our heads at whomever had interrupted us. My eyes widened as I saw the pink-haired girl who wore a matching long dress with a slit down the side. Through the light that shone from the inside, I could see that her golden eyes widened when she saw us.

There was no doubt that I knew what she was thinking as she stared at us like a deer in headlights.

Taking a deep breath, I stood up and tried wiping off the make-up from my face. "Finally, someone who can actually help. You wouldn't happen to have an emergency kit filled with make-up that would fix this, did you?"

Kita nodded her head. "Yeah, I'll, uh, I'll get it ready in the bathroom for ya."

Before she could say another word, Kita rushed back inside, leaving Mori and I alone once again. My hand slipped from my cheek to my loose curls that fell down. Honestly, I didn't believe it for a second that Kita would've fallen for that excuse. At least she wouldn't ask me about it being that was the kind of person she was. If it was Kaito or Misaki for that matter, I would've gotten drilled on what happened here. Luckily for me, it was just Kita.

True, she might eventually tease me for being alone with Mori, but I could come up with something by then.

"Seems like you're back to your old self."

I turned around to see the boy with the Bat Quirk standing there. He crossed his arms over his chest as I saw his thin tail slowly flicking back and forth. If I had his sight, or at least, if there was some light to see more than his outline, I was certain I'd see a full smile on his face. While I would've loved to see it, I was glad I didn't. I don't think I could control my own emotions if I did.

"Maybe not completely," I honestly told him, "but talking it out with you helped more than you could imagined. Thank you."

Before he could get another word out, I walked over towards him and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. It was the least I could do with all that he had witnessed tonight, and honestly, I felt like if Kita hadn't interrupted at that moment, we might have been doing something similar to that sweet kiss I gave him.

There were so many things I wanted to say to Mori at that moment, but if I said one more word, I knew I'd be trapped out here with him forever. Not that I would've minded. It was just that my party was going on inside, and I knew it would've been rude to leave my own party.

If I could, I would've just asked Mori to fly me away from this place just so we could talk without any interruptions.

🌸🌸🌸

Thanks to Kita's mad make-up skills, it was hard to tell I had a huge breakdown during the party. She did give me a bit of a hard time about what she saw when she was helping me with my make-up, but the girl from 1-A had no room to take when I brought up Akiba. Even though she denied there was nothing going on between them since she was too focused on becoming a hero, I think we both knew it wasn't entirely true, not when her face started to flush when we were on the topic.

No one commented about what had happened, which gave me hope that no one noticed. I smiled, sitting at one of the small tables shoved to the side of the room as I watched my classmates having a good time on the dance floor. Before, I would've joined them, but I was so drained about what happened that my feet needed a break.

"You know, birthday queen, it's not good to sit out at your own party," an obnoxious voice said from behind me.

I turned my head to see Kaito slipping into the seat beside me as his hands slid a piece of chocolate cake in front of me. Normally, I would've denied it, but the guy had another piece for himself that I had no choice but to take the fork and dig into it.

"You know, it's uncharacteristic of you to care so much about other people without an ulterior motive," I shot back.

My orange-haired friend slapped his hand over his chest as he gasped. "How rude!"

His comment caused me to chuckle a bit. Luckily, he seemed to understand my sense of humor a bit better than anyone else and act on it. There were times he didn't know when to stop with it, especially when we first started hanging out as friends, but he seemed to have gotten better after the first Sports Festival.

While I'd never ask what happened then, I wasn't going to complain.

"But seriously though," Kaito asked before he plopped a small piece of cake into his mouth and swallowed it. "You seem a bit off. Don't tell Tami-tan or any of our friends this, but we all kinda expected you to force the DJ to only play slow songs just to get them to dance with each other. Does he not know of any or something?"

I shook my head, as I lowered my fork onto the small plate. "Looks like no one requested any of them yet. I've been so busy making sure everyone's been having a good time that it must've slipped my mind."

What I said was true. Things had been so hectic that I had forgotten one of the many reasons why I wanted a huge dance for my sweet sixteen. With the phone call and the scene I had made in front of Mori, well, matching up my friends with whom they needed to date was the least of my worries.

That last thought didn't settle well with me when I had made it my mission to make Tami and Raiden, Kita and Akiba, and Misaki and Sanada a thing.

"You sure you're doing okay?" Kaito asked. "Usually, you'd stop at nothing to have them—wait a minute! Are you avoiding it so you don't have to dance with Mori?"

My eyes widened. He was way off on his guess that I couldn't believe him for a moment.

"That's not it at all," I told him. "If a slow song were to play, Mori would be the only person I'd dance with, but only because he's my date. Anyone else would be kinda rude."

As soon as I finished I noticed a glint in Kaito's eyes, almost as if he was waiting on my answer. My stomach tightened, even though I refused to show it. Instead of looking at my obnoxious orange-haired friend, I turned my head to look out into the crowd of people.

Everyone seemed to be having a ton of fun. I noticed Kita, Mori, Sanada, and Misaki were all dancing in the middle of the floor, having a pretty good time. Meanwhile, I saw that Tami was sitting on the other side of the room, playing with the skirt of her simple blue dress. If I'd seen her there, I would've walked over and talked to her, but she was also sitting next to Raiden, so as long as those two were together and having fun, then I didn't mind.

I was just happy everyone was having a good time, but there was one person that was missing. Seeing that he wasn't around anyone, especially around Kita, I was very disappointed. It was times like this I would've killed to have Mori's Quirk just so I could keep an eye on everyone. At least Tami and Raiden and Misaki and Sanada were all with each other. Why wasn't Akiba next to Kita?

The moment the thought came into my head, I saw the dark haired boy walking away from the DJ. Even though he was far away from me, I swore I saw a sly little smirk on his face before he made his way back to Kita and the others.

If that boy tipped the DJ to not play any slow songs, I swear

The fast song abruptly changed into a slow song, causing everyone who was on the dance floor to stop and look around a bit confused. No one seemed to question it as they either walked off the dance floor to get a chance to get some refreshments or started to pair off. A smile crossed my lips as I saw Sanada grab Misaki's hand and twirled her into his arms. It was beyond cute, especially since her short lace dress flared out as it happened.

I turned my head to see Raiden standing up from his chair as he jerked his head to the dance floor. Tami was a bit hesitant at first as I saw her lips move. Whatever she had said to Raiden, I noticed the boy nodded his head.

As much as I wanted to watch more of what happened, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned my head, noticing that Mori was standing behind me, holding out his hand. In the corner of my eye, I could see Kaito smirking at us, almost as if he wanted to make some sly remark about it.

Before he could and before Mori could even ask, I hopped out of my seat and grabbed Mori's hand. It didn't take long for us to join the other couples on the dance floor. His arms grabbed my waist, carefully keeping them on the fabric of the skirt while I wrapped my arms around his neck. My head turned away from him though as I looked out for my friends, seeing them quietly dancing with their partners.

None of them looked very awkward dancing with each other either, which only made my smile grow.

"I'm happy to see you're hanging in there," Mori's voice was low as I felt his breath brush against my ear.

I turned my head to look up at him. I didn't realize it until now how his hair was getting a bit messier. It looked better that way, but then again, Mori could pull off any look.

"Yeah, I'm sorry you had to witness that earlier," I apologized. "Honestly, my past doesn't bother me, but that phone call...I guess I just never realized how many lives I destroyed just by simply existing."

"Sakura—" Mori whispered.

Before he could continue, I gave him a smile. "Don't. It wasn't my fault, and I know that. I just second guessed myself earlier, like I always do on my birthday."

"Okay," Mori said, not tearing his eyes off of mine. "But if you ever need anyone, I'm here."

"I know," I told him, as I took a step closer to him and laid my head on his chest. Through his button-down shirt, I could feel his heart accelerating faster than before. It kind of pained me to play with his emotions like this when he deserved better, but then again, I'd be lying if I said anything more as I had shared similar feelings.

"Thank you for everything," I said in a quieter voice, so only he'd hear. "I hope someday a family will realize how wonderful you are, so don't lose hope."

Mori didn't say anything as I felt his hands readjust, so he was holding onto me in a much more comfortable position. Neither of us said much of anything after that. We just danced in silence, taking everything in.

I should have worried about my friends and checked how they were holding up with their dates, but I didn't. For once, I decided to be selfish and worry about my own happiness. If that meant slow dancing with Mori without caring what other people thought about me, then that was what it was.

Honestly, I couldn't have asked for a better birthday because of it.

🌸The End🌸

🌸Chapter Question🌸
What was your favorite part of this Sweet crossover?

🌸Character Spotlight: Kaito Oba🌸
Books: I'm No Hero
Likes: Chocolate filled dorayaki

🌸Character Spotlight: Kita Yukimura🌸
Books: Kita's Legacy
Likes: Reading

Song: Date from Your Name

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