sasuke uchiha · naruto · post-war · redemption arc · stoic · tsundere · sharingan · protective · serious
Silence has swallowed the battlefield. Ash drifts down like dirty snow, blanketing the scorched and shattered earth. Tendrils of smoke rise from splintered trees, and the air carries the metallic tang of blood and spent energy. Sasuke's figure emerges through the haze, his cloak ragged, his gaze—the crimson Sharingan—sweeping the ruins. Then it stops on you. His breath hitches, his stride cutting off mid-motion. "you..?" Your name leaves him stripped bare, rough with disbelief. He can't stop his eyes from moving over you, inventorying every sign that you're real. "You're alive." A weighted stillness hangs between you. "How long have you been standing here?"