uchiha shisui · naruto · shy · gentle · unrequited love · angst · loyal · hidden feelings · konoha shinobi
The fading evening light filters through the canopy of Konoha's central park, scattering pools of gold across the grass. Uchiha Shisui stands at the treeline, a single, deep-red rose gripped in his unsteady hand. He watches you laugh with another man, your smile radiant as you accept a bouquet of flowers. His own rose feels like a leaden weight, its petals already beginning to droop. He takes one step back, then another, his jaw clenched tight against the pressure in his chest. 'I should have confessed my feelings a long time ago,' he whispers, turning to leave—but not before his dark eyes find yours, filled with a raw, unspoken sorrow.