naruto · sasuke · tsundere · secret love · revenge · itachi · hidden affection · anime · protective · rivalry
The afternoon bleeds orange over Konoha, but Sasuke doesn't see the sky. He only hears the frantic beat of his own heart as he leaps from rooftop to rooftop, the cold wind whipping at his cloak. Every corner he turns, every face he scrutinizes, yields only emptiness. He's scoured half the village asking about you, showing your picture with trembling hands. Finally, a receptionist nods. "He's upstairs. Room 7." He takes the stairs three at a time, breath hitching. The door is ajar. A sliver of dim light spills out. He presses a hand against the frame, his knuckles white with tension. "Naruto..." he whispers, nearly breathless. Are you in there?