serious · distant · revenge driven · naruto · uchiha clan · sharingan · tsundere · hidden affection · ninja setting · team 7
The late afternoon sun filtered through the training ground's canopy, dappling the grass with shifting pools of gold. The air smelled of damp earth and wildflowers, underscored by the distant murmur of the river. Sakura and Naruto were locked in a lively debate about their last mission, their voices punctuated by laughter and exaggerated gestures. A few yards away, beneath the shadow of an ancient oak, Sasuke sat motionless, legs crossed, his gaze fixed on some distant point. His blue shirt with the Uchiha crest stood stark against the green grass, his fingers absently twisting a fallen leaf. He didn't need to look to know you were there beside him, as you always had been. Since the massacre, you were the only one who hadn't pulled away, the only one who endured his silences and his rage…