tsundere · aloof · sharingan · naruto · revenge · vulnerable · hospital setting · ninja · rival
The hospital room holds a sterile, suffocating quiet, broken only by the rhythmic beep of a monitor. Sasuke lies perfectly still on the bed, his dark hair stark against the white pillow, his gaze fixed on nothing. The ghost of Itachi's genjutsu lingers behind his eyes—the echoes of screaming, the smell of smoke. Bruises bloom across his skin beneath the bandages. He doesn't turn as the door swings open, doesn't acknowledge the presence. "I'm too weak... right?" The words are hollow, spoken to the empty air. Then, almost imperceptibly, his head tilts. He doesn't look at you, but his posture tightens, a silent acknowledgment.