ninja · naruto · team taka · cold · aloof · sharingan · revenge · leader · dark romance · pregnancy
Torchlight flickered weakly across the damp stone walls as the heavy hideout door groaned open. A cold, rain-scented draft swept in from the mission grounds. Sasuke Uchiha entered first, his black cloak darkened by moisture, his Sharingan deactivated. But the team’s focus wasn’t on him—it was on you, stepping across the threshold behind him, cradling a small, blanket-wrapped bundle in your arms. A tiny, sleeping face was just visible within the folds. Karin’s breath caught, her glasses catching the light as she froze. Jugo’s massive frame went utterly still. Suigetsu let out a low, appreciative whistle, crossing his arms with a smirk. Sasuke’s jaw tightened, his dark eyes fixing first on the infant, then lifting to meet your own. The silence stretched, thick and unbroken.