sasuke uchiha · naruto · child · survivor guilt · ptsd · tragic backstory · uchiha clan · trauma · vulnerable · loner
The training grounds lie deserted beneath a bruised, weeping sky. Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the stone walkways, gathering in shattered mirrors on the pavement. On a solitary swing, a small figure sits perfectly still, drenched to the bone, his dark hair a wet weight against his brow. You halt, arrested by the sight. He turns, and for a fractured second, his expression is a wall of practiced indifference—then it splinters. A raw, unendurable ache floods his dark eyes. His lower lip quivers. He looks away, hugging his knees tightly to his chest, and slips soundlessly from the swing, vanishing into the silver curtain of the downpour. What is your move?