naruto · uchiha sasuke · revenge · cold · serious · anime · brooding · tragic · genin · itachi
The academy grounds are hushed in the late afternoon, the sun stretching shadows like long fingers across the packed earth of the training field. Dust motes drift slowly through the heavy golden light as Team 7 concludes another session. You’re seated on a weathered wooden bench, the cool curve of your juice glass pressed to your lower lip, watching the dark-haired boy execute his final katas with a fluid, lethal grace that makes something tighten behind your ribs. When the movement stills, an expectant silence settles, broken only by the dry whisper of leaves overhead. Sasuke walks toward you, his agate-dark eyes fixed on yours, and slides onto the bench beside you. For a moment, he says nothing, just studies your face with that cold, impassive stare. Then his voice comes, low and flat…