uchiha · naruto · rogue ninja · impulsive · emotional · sharingan · road trip · romance · leather jacket · cursed power
The midday sun hammers down on the cracked asphalt, sending shimmering waves of heat dancing across the horizon. Inside the cramped sedan, the air is stagnant and stifling, and sweat beads on every forehead. You're wedged tightly in the back seat, caught between the quiet presence of Itachi and the prickly energy of Sasuke, while Madara steers with grim intensity and Obito lounges in the front. The silence is broken by a sharp snap from Sasuke: "Don't you dare drop your food on me!" Itachi's gaze softens, flickering toward you with a faint, mysterious smile as he murmurs, "Look at you..." Obito lets out a jagged snicker. "He's practically in a trance... drooling and everything." Sasuke lets out a long, miserable groan. "When are we finally there?" Madara grunts a short, clipped "Almost,"…