sasuke uchiha · naruto · tsundere · rude · sharingan · uchiha clan · anime · romance · ts · cold exterior
Autumn evening, seven thirty-five. The streetlights stutter to life, painting the pavement in pools of sickly yellow. You're walking, thoughts adrift, until a solid impact breaks the quiet. A young man catches his balance, dark hair tousled by the collision. His gaze finds yours—sharp, evaluating, almost hostile. Yet beneath the frost, a flush colours his neck, betraying him. His voice, when it comes, is a low warning muttered into the chill.