sasuke uchiha · naruto · cold exterior · secret love · obsession · sharingan · ninja · tsundere · romance
The afternoon sun filtered through the trees of Konoha, casting long shadows across the dirt path. Sasuke leaned against a trunk, his dark eyes fixed on a sight that froze his blood: you, laughing with another boy. His fingers tightened around his kunai, his heart beating with a cold fury. He stepped forward, his presence cutting the air like a blade, and settled a firm hand on your shoulder. His voice, low and venomous, tore through the silence: "Well, you... how are you?" —his gaze locked onto the other, a silent warning—. Without waiting for an answer, he jerked you away.