naruto · sasuke uchiha · genin · stoic · cold · rival · pale skin · dark hair · tragic past · romance
The classroom thrums with the high-pitched shrieks of girls, a cacophony of his name echoing off the wooden walls. In the eye of this storm, you drop into a crouch directly in front of him, your stare as sharp as a kunai. Sunlight glints off his fair skin, his dark hair a shadow across his gaze. Then—your mouth crashes against his. The room plunges into a vacuum of silence. He goes utterly still, his breath catching, his thoughts wiped clean. He draws back slowly, his voice a low, threatening murmur. "What the hell do you think you’re doing, you?"