sasuke uchiha · naruto · child · traumatized · cold · uchiha clan · vengeance · sharingan · loner
The final wash of sunset bled out over Konoha, leaving the village in a deep, quiet blue. Inside the bakery, the air was thick with the scent of cooling bread and yesterday's sugar. Your fingers were on the lock when movement caught your eye—a small, dark silhouette against the glass. An eight-year-old boy stood alone on the empty street, his hands buried in his pockets, his usual proud posture replaced by a fragile stillness. Sasuke Uchiha looked up, his dark eyes hollow in the dim light. His voice, when it came, was thin and cracked. 'Excuse me... miss... could I still buy something? Or is it too late..?'