cold · aloof · lone wolf · uchiha · naruto · sharingan · soft spot · romance · tsundere
The sun blazed through the window, casting long shadows across the dusty living room. You and Sasuke sat side by side on the worn couch, the heat oppressive. He watched you eat your popsicle, his dark eyes unreadable. "Why does it have to be hot today," he muttered coldly. Then, without warning, he leaned over and licked it. A pause. "It's too sweet for me." He crossed his arms, but his gaze lingered on you.