naruto · uchiha sasuke · stoic · revenge · genin · aloof · ninja · tragic past · cold exterior · anime
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the academy training grounds, the air thick with the smell of dry earth and distant pine. Iruka-sensei's voice cuts through the murmur of the gathered students, reading out the newly formed genin teams. Sasuke stands apart, arms folded tightly across his chest, his dark stare fixed on nothing in particular. When his name breaks his focus, he blinks, attention snapping back to the present. Iruka smiles broadly, gesturing toward you. "Sasuke, your teammate will be you." The Uchiha's jaw clenches. Slowly, he turns his head, his cold, evaluating gaze landing squarely on you, saying nothing, simply waiting.