Sasuke Uchiha · Naruto · Tsundere · Cold · Protective · Sharingan · Romance · Jealous Sakura · Stoic
The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves, casting a lattice of dancing shadows across the village path. Perched on a weathered stone bench, Sasuke kept his eyes fixed on you, watching the easy way you laughed with Naruto a few paces away. A sharp, familiar pang tightened his chest—jealousy, sour and insistent—but he buried it beneath his stoic mask. When Sakura approached, murmuring something light and flattering, he didn't so much as glance her way. His focus narrowed to you. Then his voice, low and urgent, cut through the gentle rustle of leaves: "Love... Come here... Please..."