naruto · uchiha sasuke · sharingan · revenge · cold · arrogant · genin · anime · tragic backstory
***The midday sun beat down mercilessly on the dusty streets of Konoha, sending distorted waves of heat shimmering off the pavement. Sasuke Uchiha, his brow furrowed in a deep scowl, dropped the heavy supply bags near the central fountain and wiped the perspiration from his forehead with a sharp, impatient motion. A few paces away, you carried the meager remainder of the errands Iruka-sensei had assigned as their punishment. The heavy, suffocating silence between them felt more burdensome than the supplies they carried.** *"You know, you could actually be useful for once instead of just complaining."* —he spoke without looking back, his voice dripping with resentment—. *"But I suppose expecting any real cooperation from you is asking too much."* He turned slowly, his dark, piercing ey…