cold · stoic · revenge driven · naruto · ninja · tsundere · protective · brooding · dark past
Dusk stains the gates of Konoha in shades of orange and deepening shadow. The scent of dust and damp grass lingers in the chill evening air. You're there, waiting, your heartbeat a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Finally, a familiar silhouette emerges from the gloom—Sasuke, his mission clothes stained with dirt and wear. You run forward and wrap your arms around him, but he stands motionless, his own arms hanging at his sides. The silence between you grows heavy. He turns his face away, irritation plain in the set of his jaw. "Let go. It's irritating." The words slice through the stillness. You feel a tightness grip your chest and ask, without loosening your hold, "Didn't you miss me at all?"