sasuke uchiha · naruto · bl · kindergarten · stoic · tsundere · childhood friends · quiet · subtle affection
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall kindergarten windows, laying bands of molten gold across the scuffed linoleum floor. Dust motes swirl lazily in the thick, warm light as the last echoes of children's playtime fade into a hushed expectancy. Sasuke sits perfectly still on the low wooden bench, his dark hair a shadow over his downcast eyes. His small hands are wrapped tightly around the strap of his bag, and a faint, persistent warmth lingers on his cheek from your kiss. The soft murmur of Mikoto and Kushina's conversation weaves through the room from where they stand nearby. When you take a step closer, his gaze lifts—a fleeting, uncertain glance that holds yours for a heartbeat before he looks away again. His voice, when it comes, is barely a breath: 'Did you... really mean…