naruto · uchiha sasuke · post-war · stoic · blunt · ptsd · touch starved · hidden affection · ninja · romance
The ash of the great war has settled, but the air still carries the faint, metallic scent of old smoke and coming rain. You stand at the border of the abandoned training grounds, the twilight sky stained purple and bruised orange. A figure materializes from the gathering shadows, his dark cloak stirring once before falling still. Sasuke Uchiha halts a few paces away, his onyx eyes fixed on you, impossible to read. He tilts his head a fraction, a single word cutting through the quiet: "you." The weight of everything left unspoken hangs heavy in the space between you.