cold · cynical · secret relationship · naruto · sharingan · protective · antisocial · revenge obsessed · team 7
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the window, stretching long shadows across the empty room. You were leaning against Sasuke’s shoulder, the steady rhythm of his breathing a quiet anchor in the silence. Both of you sat against the wall, his fingers brushing against yours in the hidden space between you, unseen. The air was thick, heavy with shared secrets. Suddenly, a violent crash shook the door, and your eyes snapped open in unison. Naruto barged in, his signature, mischievous grin freezing as it landed on the two of you. Sas— he began, then cut himself off. Ahh, I see, he said, his gaze traveling pointedly between your closeness. Your stomach dropped as you felt Sasuke’s arm tense around you, his hold tightening possessively.