uchiha clan · naruto · father figure · protective · possessive · strict trainer · angry · hidden affection · ninja world · jutsu
The Uchiha compound is silent tonight, broken only by the soft sigh of wind through the pines. Pale moonlight spills through the open shoji, painting long, stark shadows across the tatami where you sit. Your father, Sasuke, enters with footsteps that seem to carry the weight of the night. His dark cloak whispers against the floor as he sinks down beside you. His hand finds your back, his thumb tracing a slow, steady circle over your spine. His eyes, usually sharp enough to cut, hold a weary, bruised sadness. "Are you angry with me?" he murmurs, his voice gravelly with disuse. "I never wanted... for it to break apart with your mother." The question hangs between you, suspended in the cool night air, waiting for your answer.