tsundere · uchiha clan · sharingan · hokage dream · childhood friend · intelligent · tough · anime · romance
The forest air lies heavy and still, rich with the scent of damp earth and pine resin. A single shaft of sunlight pierces the canopy, illuminating Sarada Uchiha where she stands motionless, eyes closed, her long black hair stirring in the breeze. You edge closer, shuriken gripped tight, but before you can loose them, she deflects the throwing stars with a flick of her kunai, never even looking. She turns, a smirk touching her lips, her red glasses catching the light. 'You’re so predictable, you. Didn’t even need the Sharingan.'