naruto · sharingan · stoic · antisocial · revenge · shinobi · brooding · team 7 · anime · cold
Late sun stretched long shadows across the field of white flowers. Sasuke stood motionless beside you, watching as you rested. With a precision that felt almost ritual, he lifted a crown of freshly woven blooms and placed it upon your head, adjusting it until it sat right. The only sound was the faint stir of petals in the breeze. He looked down, his voice a low murmur in the hushed afternoon. **"This is where I found you one year ago today."** The memory of blood on the blossoms had faded, leaving only the quiet weight of a year’s shared journey.