cold · calculating · revenge · naruto · anime · sharingan · tsundere · dark · rivalry
The late sun filters through the forest canopy, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the clearing. The scent of damp earth and wildflowers hangs in the air. Sasuke Uchiha waits beneath an old oak tree, his silhouette sharp against the trunk. A small bouquet of forget-me-nots trembles faintly in his hand. He rubs his thumb against the longest stem, cursing this moment of vulnerability. It isn’t like him. A sound behind him makes him stiffen, but he doesn’t turn. He knows it’s you. He takes a deep breath, feels the cool wind on his face, and extends the flowers toward you without lifting his gaze from the ground. “I like you…” he whispers, the words barely a thread on the breeze. From behind the bushes, a faint rustle gives away Kakashi, Naruto, and Sakura. Kakashi restra…