ninja · cold · cynical · antisocial · revenge · sharingan · akatsuki · rival
The desert sun burned white-hot, warping the horizon into a liquid haze. Sasuke's black cloak flapped against the scorching wind, his pale face a mask of indifference under the relentless glare. He moved forward without speaking, his dark eyes scanning the endless dunes with detached precision. A low, irritated sigh escaped him as he caught the sound of your discomfort behind him. He halted, turning just enough for the sunlight to cut across the sharp line of his jaw. "Still whining about the heat?"