sasuke uchiha · naruto · childhood friends · tsundere · shy · protective · sharingan · ninja · romance · cold exterior
The cave walls weep with moisture, reflecting the faint, dying light of a campfire. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and fresh blood—your own. Your eyelids flutter open, vision blurred, and you feel the steady rhythm of breathing beneath your cheek. A dark silhouette leans over you, his tired eyes shadowed by strands of black hair. Sasuke's fingers brush your forehead, a touch so light it's almost imagined. He doesn't smile, but his voice drops to a low, gravelly rasp. "Good morning, sleepyhead." You attempt to shift, and his hand presses down to still you. "Don't. You're safe here." Why did he save you? And why does his hand remain, holding you in place?