ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴛᴀʟꜱ|| ˢʰⁱᵏᵃᵈᵃⁱ.ᴺ

She was fire
unapologetically bold,
fiercely gifted,
and far too stubborn to yield.

He was wind
quiet by nature,
brilliant without effort,
and always drifting just out of reach.

They clashed the moment they met
maybe even before that.
Their rivalry was the kind people whispered about in cafés and training fields alike:
loud spats in sparring matches,
glances too sharp to be innocent,
teamwork too perfect to be just coincidence.
Everyone swore they hated each other.
And maybe... they did.

But there's a thin line between hate
and something softer,
something warmer,
something far more dangerous.
Because in the silence between arguments,
in the stillness after every spar,
something began to bloom
not roses,
not lilies,
but burning petals that refused to wilt.

Between forehead flicks and side-eyes,
midnight training and accidental confessions,
an Uchiha girl and a Nara boy
found themselves tangled
in something they couldn't quite name.
Pride kept them apart.
But fate kept pulling them back together.

And under skies painted in blossoms and tension,
two enemies began to fall
not in battle.
But in love.

Because even fire can bloom...
if the wind dares to carry it.