Sai sinks into the offered warmth - team? family? love? pack? - and he knows that these hands can shatter bedrock, that this body is a whipcord weapon of muscle and fangs, that chakra lurks beneath the skin and fur that can take an enemy apart before they have a chance even to breathe.

Yet trapped, cradled between them, is the softest, safest space he has ever been, and he closes his eyes and hides against Sakura's shoulder as she croons, stroking his hair, and Kakashi-sensei curls around them, his shoulder offering a cosy rest, his muzzle settling across Sai's shoulder, his body blocking out the world.

Here, Sai is home.