Hurt/Comfort Roleplay Prompts
Sasuke’s palm pressing against his shoulder means more than his words, because Itachi was about to attempt just that.
He’s woozy, having lost nearly a pint already, and the thought that he’s ruining Sasuke’s sleeve and several of the balls of yarn strewn about him saddens him more than anything.
In his twenty one years, he’s had a variety of weapons used against him. From fine lines of string, to serrated shuriken and kunai.
Sturdy knitting needles was new. He brought it on himself, really. Disobeyed Sasuke’s orders to go outside without his supervision. He’d only run out of yarn to finish a quilt for his brother. It was meant to be ten minutes there and back.
“They’re just scared…” he whispers, turning his gaze up in Sasuke’s direction. Please don’t go after them, this is my fault. They’re harmless mothers, acting in the need to protect their children.
Yet it is Sakura who loses her temper and shouts at the group of women nearby, tending to Itachi’s shoulder just as he passes out due to the blood loss.
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